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Sesshoumaru left theater class for what he hoped would be the last time. He has no plans of ever having to step foot again into that pit of misery and despair not even a being as perfect as Lord Sesshoumaru could handle such total and utter horror. Not that he was scared, ok so maybe he was…just a little…who wouldn't be?
Thinking about all the ways he could disembowel Mrs. Voss and therefore get out of theater class, Sesshoumaru didn't notice the commotion going on in the hallway. Everyone was chatting away like something big had just hit the press and became the IT news of the week. He turned his head as he caught that annoying boy who-thinks-he-is-this-great-Sesshoumaru's-best-friend-but-in-fact-is-soo-wrong.
"Oh man! Did you hear that ChaCha? Can you believe it? I mean dude, like, what are they thinking?"
"Yeah, I don't know…but it sounds like another harebrained scheme made by that group of idiots called the administration! I mean, isn't the fact that we even have to email another random person in the school enough? Are they seriously gonna put stipulations on it too?"
This last phrase caught Sesshoumaru's increasingly curious attention. But being Sesshoumaru, he would never admit to said interest. He merely waited patiently hoping their inferior human brains would need to repeat this pertinent information again. Naturally with such slow brain processes, they would have to repeat important information at least twice, to make sure they could understand it. But seriously, WHAT are they talking about? What kind of stipulations? Anything that has to do with that therapy shudders internally is bad news. Could it get any worse? Oh yes, it can.
"I mean, can you believe the principal announced that we have to share intimate details with this person? And write an essay! I hate essays!" Jason continued, oblivious to Sesshoumaru's inner, of course, turmoil. "I mean like, writing is not my best ability…it's not even my second best…or third…or fourth…heck, it doesn't even make the list of my accomplishments…what am I gonna do?" At this last statement, Jason's speech turned into a wail…a rather girlish wail. ChaCha, being the sweetest, well that MAY be a slight exaggeration, girl in school, patted his back saying, "Don't look so down! I am sure it is only worth 40% of your final grade!"
"Oh! That's right! 40% isn't that much, right?" Jason visibly brightened. Obviously his math skills aren't quite up to par either. We are getting graded for this insanity? How is that even possible? Is this even for a class? If so, can I drop it? Hmmm…I wonder…
As if reading Sesshoumaru's mind, ChaCha answered, "It counts for English, and if you don't have that then it counts as your elective. So, Jason, are you in English?"
"Haha, no way! With my skills, or lack of, no way! That's why I'm in theater, you know. It counts as an English elective or something. I dunno…it somehow fulfills some requirement that lets me graduate. Doesn't matter! As long as I don't have to take English!" And you will need all the help you can get. You took theater. Hmmm, he is more dense and crazy than I thought. I might have to make some adjustments to our "supposed" best friendship. As in, eliminate it completely.
Sesshoumaru continued contemplating the best ways to kill someone and not get found out, he IS called "the Killing Perfection" for a reason, when he was interrupted yet again.
What now? I still haven't quite figured out how to dismember him and get away without anyone discovering I have demon powers. This whole, "pretend to be human" thing is harder than it seems. Not like I ever gave it any thought before. Yet another thing to blame on my "father" more like worthless bastard who sleeps with a human slut who most likely is the cause of the complete SCREW UP they call HISTORY! That reminds me, I am gonna have to do something about that when I get home.
Dear Student "lrdfthwst",
We, the administration, have decided that due to the lack of positive interaction between therapy students some new rules are necessary.
What kind of rules, I wonder…this must be what that blabbermouth and hyper girl were talking about earlier.
Sesshoumaru's eyes glanced back down at his phone.
It has come to our attention that some students are not taking full advantage of this rather lucky opportunity. Lucky? Not the word I would use to describe these most unfortunate events. Because of this lack of cooperation, we have decided to increase the amount of emails sent to your email buddy as well as to change the content. Before we gave you free reign to write whatever you please, now we are requiring that you become more knowledgeable about your partner. After every 10 emails (5 each) that you send and receive, you will write a short 300 word essay listing the things you have learned about your partner as well as the insights you have gained. These essays will make up 40% of your final grade in the class that this counts for, be it English or your English substitute elective.
We hope you will put forth your best effort and truly learn from this experience.
The Administation of Adderville High School.
To say that the email left Sesshoumaru speechless, would not be saying much, seeing as that is the way he always appeared. But this is a new kind of speechless, as in the kind where he actually couldn't speak, not the normal kind, were he chooses not to. Even his thoughts stopped, not that anyone else could tell the difference. His outward appearance gave no indication to the utter stillness of his interior mind. In fact, the state of his mind appeared much like that of Inuyasha's normal mind: silent, still, without any indication that it will ever boot up again. But unlike Inuyasha, it only took a moment for Sesshoumaru's to ramp back up to full speed.
No freaking way! Everything Jason said was right? I didn't see that one coming…totally blindsided. Damn. But back to the real issue. I have to write an essay on the most uninteresting topic known to demonkind! I should not have to demean myself. Ask miss chickeewhateverthatstupidpennamewas questions about her life? As if I care? Even I am not that good of an actor…speaking of acting…damn…how am I going to get out of that one? I will worry about that tonight. First I need to have a little, heart to heart, or rather, fist to face talk with "father" about his completely wrong retelling of history.
On his way out to the car, Sesshoumaru noticed that once again, that girl…what's her name, was leaning against his car. Is she waiting for her loser, clearly not interested, supposed boyfriend again? Someone needs to take a hint.
"Yoohoo, anybody home?" Said the annoying girl who was currently waving her arm in front of Sesshoumaru's face.
He glanced down at her with a blank face. What does she want?
"Helloooo!" Just as she was about to knock on his head, why do people do that anyway?, his hand sped out like a flash of lightening and caught her obtrusive hand before it could reach its destination raising an eyebrow at the same time as if to say, "Yes?"
"You have something of mine. I want it back." His face didn't even twitch. Not even a single twitch. His eyebrow continued to taunt her as if to say, "and I care, why?"
"Well, are you gonna give it back or not?" She barreled on as if used to his silent ways.
He finally spoke, "Why do you think I would have anything of yours?"
"Well, I have looked everywhere else, and then I remembered that you drove me home. I figured I probably left it in your car. Can I take a look?" As she was saying this, her head popped around trying to get closer to the car to peer inside the windows obviously hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever she thinks she may have left there.
"If you did leave something there, it is gone now." He replied as he opened his door.
"What do you mean by gone?" She answered angrily grabbing the door with her small hands.
He looked up at her, smirking, "I don't allow filth to contaminate my belongings." With that, he closed the door and started the car. He was about to hit the gas, when he heard a slam. That nosy, loudmouth girl had just climbed into his backseat! Wow, she has more guts than I thought. I wonder just how brave she is… this could be fun, well, for me anyway.