Nozomi
After Natasha admitted her slip-up at school, I grounded her.
The whole premise on us being in this world was that we were not discovered. I made the promise with a miko after both of my wards' parents were killed trying to save me. In exchange, she placed a spell on the beads we wore so we could hide our traits. She made each one with her little sister. A lilac set with a cat paw for Natasha, scarlet with a bull head for Mashī, and a monochrome marbled set with a snowflake for me. Each symbol was delicately carved into the big center bead.
Takumashī was a full blood demon. He was from a line of strong Bulls who fought for my family. Natasha was also full demon. She descended from a long line of wise and tactful cats. Both families were an ally in battle to my family, as well as the lord we served for. My breed was not commonly known among demons since the animal is now a combination of two just to be hunted for its fur.
I sighed in the mirror as looked at myself while I brushed out my hair. I guess I was pretty. The long silver hairs with random strands of white and black never seemed to tangle like other females. It always fell straight and stayed silky soft. Most envied my hair. I was beginning to love it, after almost 400 years of despising it. It framed my pale, oval face and made my bright emerald eyes stick out like a light in a dark space. My eyes were just another rarity on the list. Most had reddish brown hair with either blue or brown eyes complimenting their naturally sun-kissed, athletically flat figures. Everything about my body screamed different next to the others in my pack. I was curvy everywhere. I was desired by most males and hated by females, which made having friends even harder. My white tank top clung to my top half, showing off a small amount of my rather large chest that sat atop my hourglass frame and showed a little of my stomach. The black shorts were tight against my bottom and calves with my Harley Quinn leggings showing off the remaining part of my legs.
With one last wardrobe check, I stood up and grabbed my keys. I was going to go meet this kagome so I could see how much the damn cat let out.
I walked up to Mashī while his back was to the gym fence. "Where is she?"
He nearly jumped out of his skin. "Jesus, woman!" He placed his hand on his chest. "I'm not ready to die just yet."
I laughed at him. "Is Natasha with this girl?"
"Yeah. Over there." He pointed to the soccer field. I saw the gray cat standing next to a normal height girl with long black hair.
I climbed over the fence, walking toward the girls. I was ignoring the snickers from the girls and cat calls from the boys. I smiled and continued my walk, acting like i had no idea what was being said by either group. As I drew closer to Natasha, she caught sight of me and turned pale.
"What's wrong?" Kagome asked in her fear.
"Hi, you must be Kagome. I'm Nozomi, Natasha's older sister." I smiled as she spun around. I bowed to her lightly, slowly lifting my head to look at her. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of what I thought was the miko who was responsible for our time here. "Kiki... No. I'm sorry. You look like someone I used to know."
"Don't worry about it." She waved her hand and blushed. "So you're Nozomi? You're very pretty."
"Thank you." I said through gritted teeth as a boy on the soccer field ran up and slapped my butt. "Excuse me, won't you?" I turned to the grinning boy and grabbed his hand, twisting it so that his back was facing me and his arm was contorted in an uncomfortable position against his spine. "You don't touch me, little boy." I let go and pushed him toward his friends.
"Nozomi!" Natasha shrieked. "You're embarrassing me!" Her face turned red as a tomato.
"So what?" She shrugged. "Let them see what I'll do. I'll do the same if any try to touch my sister!" I yelled over all the kids, pointing at Natasha. She mewed and hid her face in her sweater. "Oh stop it, you sissy girl."
"Hamada-San is headed this way." Kagome pointed out as a balding, chubby man headed our way.
"Who are you? What is the meaning of this?" He gruffed out through littles gasps of air.
"I am Nozomi Kitoza, Natasha's legal guardian. I came over to speak with my sister regarding her leaving her history text book at home when one of your male students touched me inappropriately. Considering you are their teacher, I find it only suitable that you handle your student properly before I head to the principal." I calmly stated the truth as I pulled her text book out of my messenger bag. The grin I displayed never left my face.
"That still doesn't give you the right to do what you did." He blurted out in frustration.
"It was self defense. The boy kept his hand on me. Who knows what he would've done next." I played the 'I'm an innocent, fragile girl' card too well. At home, the boy would've been torn to shreds within seconds of the initial touch.
Flabbergasted, the teacher stormed away with the accused student in tow. Kagome started laughing.
"I've never seen him so frustrated!"
"I'm good at verbal arguments." I chuckled.
"It's all that courting training you did when you were young- ow!" I quickly punched Natasha in the arm as the words clicked in my head.
"What was that you were saying?" Kagome looked like she knew what Natasha said.
Just then the bell rang signaling the end of the class. I dashed off with my claws through Natasha's sweater.
"How many times are you going to do that?!" I yelled at her, flustered. "It's already bad enough I almost called her Kiki, but you! That's twice since we got here! Keep your mouth shut or I'll send you to live somewhere else!" I stormed off.
I felt bad that I had to do that, but we can't slip up. This is our last shot.