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Move On
Chapter 4: Tutor
Tow weeks… TWO! Two was the number of people it took to make a couple, two was the number of hands one had. Two was also the number of weeks that InuYasha couldn't find the Higurashi child.
He couldn't pull off his damn plan if she wasn't at school! Damn it!
He'd tried to sniff her out, so close she would be, but then it would blank out. Mix in with all the other smells of the school. There were patches here and there that resembled her scent, but nun like hers.
Her allure of crisp daises. Petals in full bloom, staring at the sun in white radiance, he could see a vision of her in white, standing in a lush meadow.
He slunked down on his desk, half asleep already. It was midday; he couldn't keep his eyes open. This class was boring him to death! His head landed on the wood desk, he was going to sleep.
He watched his friend take notes as the teacher dictated them out of his text book. 'Suck up,' he thought as he turned over.
He felt something hit the top of his head, then land on his desk. He looked at Miroku who eyed the note on his desk.
InuYasha sat up and unfolded the paper neatly. He read the thing slowly, 'hey, have you made any moves on Higurashi yet?' he read.
He wrote back:
'No!'
'I thought you-' the bell rang before Miroku could finish his reply.
As InuYasha walked out the math room the teacher stopped him.
"InuYasha I'd like to talk to you," he said simply. He shrugged, not thinking it much of the situation. He scooted a chare up to the teacher's desk and waited for him to speak.
"InuYasha, your grades are dropping in this class, do you know why?" he asked calmly.
"Because I can't stay awake in your class?" InuYasha questioned.
"Correct, well, I feel that you should be tutor after school with one of my advanced math students," he said, not being fazed by InuYasha's cool character.
InuYasha jolted at the news, "What! I don't need no damn tutor!" he yelled.
"Mr. Takashi, watch you language. You either bring your grade up or you take summer school. That's my final offer," he retorted, a slight edge in his voice.
InuYasha thought this concept over for a moment, he didn't want to go to summer school, that would just plane and simple be un-cool. If a tutor was ganna save his perfect ass, then that was what he was going to get. But he'd have to be slick about it; nobody could know that he was as dumb as they thought.
"Fine," he spat out finally.
"Good, here is her address. Make sure to be nice to her. And don't forget to bring your math book," he said, handing him the page of the mystery woman's information.
InuYasha snapped the sheets out of his aged hands and left the room quickly.
InuYasha stared at the apartment door building. It looked… okay. These weren't the best building in town, but they weren't the worst.
He entered the building and read the slip of paper. He walked up the stares and to the top floor. He quickly approached the door, knocking twice, waiting for an answer.
No answer came. He knocked again. Still no reply.
"What the hell?" he murmured out as he turned to leave. He stopped suddenly at the scent that he caught suddenly.
'White Daises' he thought.
And surly, walking up the hall was a ravened haired girl. She tossed her keys loosely in the air, a straw full of soda and headphones in her ears played unusual notes. She was clad in black, hoody, pants, belt, nail polish, backpack. Everything was black, but she had no make-up still.
"Are you the kid I'm supposed to tutor?" she asked calmly, not seeming to remember him. That made him a little frustrated.
Her eyes' still made no eye contact, she stood still, jaw locked, waiting for a response. InuYasha frowned his brow before opening his mouth to speak, "Ya, what the hell took ya?"
"I don't think my life is any of your business. Now let's get inside, we're loitering her to long," she said as she opened the door, a light fragrance of paint and choke leaving a trail behind her.
He stepped in behind her. The room was white, small pictures hanging everywhere. There were panting, glass art, choke, something that looked like designs for people. The signatures were all the same in the bottom. K. Higurashi.
He pulled himself from the art to ask the question that was threatening to burn a whole through the back of his head.
"Don't you remember me?" he blurted. She looked at him, her head nodding to look up and down.
"Nop, should I?" she asked, not taking his words too seriously.
"Yes! You should! InuYasha Takashi? Ring a bell?" he asked, this was a new experience he wouldn't like to occur again.
"No, so let's get your help over with," she said, signaling to a chair next to her.
He sat down, dreading the feeling he was having. No one had ever not remembered him, kind of made him think.
At the end of their tutoring session, InuYasha packed up without a word. He seem a little solemn.
Higurashi razed an eyebrow in an awaiting answer.
"You've been moping through this whole time. Don't do it next time. You break the learning environment," she added, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'll try and not mop next time Higurashi," he said robotically, he didn't want to accidentally snap at her. Her eyebrow's rose at his tone.
"Alright C3P0, just remember what we learned in hear. Oh! And since we don't meet every day, I'll give you me number. Just incase you don't comprehend something," she said, pulling a colored pencil out of her hair. She twirled the artistic device between her fingers with ease, landing it gently on the paper she pulled out of her pocket.
She wrote quickly, holding the pencil gently. She handed it to him, no giggle, no slight blush, not even a romantic frill. She wasn't like other girls when they gave him their numbers. She was a hard girl to crack.
He had tried fluting with her the entire time, not even a blush showed up on her face. She would just keep going with the damn problem. God was she hard! Or maybe she was just thick or dense… he couldn't figure.
He mumbled a quick thanks before he headed for the door. He could hear her sigh as he left.
"God damn! Ya looked like a stabbed cockroach! Lighten up kid-o, your makin' detours in my Feng-Shui!" she ranted, pulling paint out of cabinets and pencils out of containers.
"What the hell do I car about you Chinese food!" he said as he ran out the door.
"Don't forget next Monday pansy boy!" he could hear someone yell behind him.
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