YAHA! i'm back with a new chap! i saw that alot of you are rutting for Kags (even if she is mean) and i was really afraid nobody would like her and say shes a total bitch! which i kinda think is true. but she doesn't do anything to them withough a reason! keep that in mind

Disclaimer:Still have no custody over InuYasha…

Special thanks to:To anyone who reviews!

Move On

Chapter 6: Black Out!

Monday after school, it was time to face Higurashi.

InuYasha had the slightest erg to turn around and go home. Maybe call Kikyo and get laid. That sounded a lot better then math with the wench. At least he knew Kikyo wouldn't slap him, well… not in a threading way.

Just like before he had knocked with no response. Were the hell did she go that made her late? She was supposed to be his damn roll model or some shit like that!

And just like before she came up the hallway. The only difference today was that she had a candy bar instead of a soda. Today she smelled like spray paint and crayons. She always carried such an unusual scent with her. Some how past the top smell, there were still daises, still as crisp as ever.

"Were have you been?" he snapped, so frustrated, he didn't care. She pulled an earphone out, looking at him with question.

"Say something kid-o?" she asked, sticking the keys in the door.

"Nothing," he grumbled, stepping in after her.

"Okay, so let's get started, champ" she said, pulling some paper out of her bag, it smelled strongly of colored pencils and ink.

"Before we get started, can I ask you a question?" he asked irritation visible on his face. She slightly adjusted her glasses.

"kid-o, ya just did," she said, looking over her glasses at him. He thought her words over before continuing.

"Then can I ask two more questions?" he asked.

"Go ahead, don't see why ya need to ask me though?" she pointed out, lifting her glasses so she could see better. He blushed a little at the statement, but he went on.

"Why ya calling me 'kid-o' and crap like that?" he questioned her. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Because you give off the same vibrations as a kid," she said, writing something out. That sentence really stepped on his ego.

"A kid! Me! What the hell are you saying! I an't no kid! I bet I'm even older then you are miss bitch!" he hollered, pointing a clawed finger at her. She continued to write, not jolting or flinching at his words.

"Yelling isn't exactly mature, so let's get to work, kid-o," she said, giving him a tranquil look.

"Okay," he breathed, almost winning. He wanted to argue with her some more, just to see if he could get her to start yelling. Maybe even raze her voice a little. He would have to get to know her a little more, maybe find a soft spot.

Halfway through the session, InuYasha began asking questions again.

"How come you always smell like art stuff when ya get here?" he began.

"That's not relevant to matracies, now finish off your work," she ordered, composed as ever. He ignored her and continued.

"Are your parents ever home?"

"That doesn't matter, back to work, kid," she said pointing to his work.

"Do you like hanging around with Miroku?" he asked, really wanting to know if she did. She frowned as she stood. She walked around him, snatching his back pack from the floor, and began to put his material in his bag.

"I'll tell your math teacher that you'd like a new tutor," she said, pushing him out the door.

"Hey! We still got a half hour left!" he stammered, pushing against the door frame. She let go of his body in a quick motion, moving aside so he wouldn't land on her. He laid flat on his back, looking at the ceiling.

She mumbled something that sounded like 'blue skied' and then gave him a smirk.

"Well now that you're on your back, please listen. I don't want to be your friend; I don't even want to be considered you're acquaintance. I slapped you friend and I'll slap you. Now, just ignore me till I move on, okay? Okay. Now get out of my house, and go fuck your girlfriend," she said, smiling the whole way through, her eyes smirking behind the lenses as well. As she walked off she grazed his should with her shoe.

He got up quickly, looking for her in the apartment room. He heard the snap off a window being opened and jogged in that direction.

Her window was open, but the room was empty of living things. Pictures covered in cloths in every corner of the room. He was curious as to what she would want no one to see.

He went over to the nearest one and pulled the sheet. He gasped. Behind the cloth, he saw himself. He blushed; he didn't think she would do something like this.

She had captured him very well. His hair looked silken in the frame. Though, why she had placed him in a suit was beyond him. He saw small white and blue flowers growing at his heal. They were detailed with perfect strokes, fallowing an invisible patter. He wanted to reach out and touch the fabric of the suit, or the ruble of the coble stone street. It was a lovely picture.

He stepped over to another, pulling the blanket down. He frowned at what he saw next, it was Miroku. His attire was a little more informal. Jeans and a purple t-shirt that hung loosely from his broad shoulders. She truly had a gift for painting… if these were hers that is.

He looked out the window, hoping to find Higurashi; he found a flight of stairs instead.

'Why the hell does everything have to be so damn difficult with her?' he gowned, not in the mood to clime after her. But relentlessly, he jumped out the window, climbing up to the roof, where he wished he'd find her.

His instincts lead him right to her. She was watering some… were those flowers?

"Are those pink flowers?" he asked, she didn't respond. She kept facing away from him, bobbling her head a little. 'Stupid kids and there music…' he complained.

He walked up behind her, pulling out the headphones it seemed she was so attached to. She twirled around, crashing her hand into his neck.

He heard something crack and then… it went dark.

Cliff! Cliff! Cliff! I think I'd call that a cliff well, if any of you are still with me this far, thanks, and review!