The Doctor's office was small, and always had the faint scent of blood, even when everyone who ever came here was only getting checkups. There was also the smell of several medicines, and that cold, clear gel stuff that Sesshoko had seen on TV.
There was an odd feeling in Sesshoko's stomach. It wasn't the baby kicking, and she wasn't sick, so why...?
Was she nervous? No, couldn't be. Sesshoko didn't care about this baby. She hadn't wanted to get pregnant in the first place, so why should it's business matter to her? That is, unless the baby's problems were threatening her own health. Then there was a problem.
Sesshoko was off in her own world when a woman turned to her, smiling. "Nervous, huh?" She spoke.
Sesshoko turned to the strange woman. Her stomach was twice the size of her head, yet she was smiling. How could this make her happy? It was certainly ruining Sesshoko's life.
Sesshoko squinted her eyes tight, until they were mere gold slits. "...No."
The woman however, burst out laughing. "Ah hah hah, you're a shy one, aren'tcha? Don't worry, it's not a cold as it looks on TV!"
Sesshoko simply folded her legs and scooted away from the pregnant and peppy lady, ignoring her shrill laughter.
"Miss Taisho?"
Sesshoko turned to see the nurse peeking her head out of a tiny space between the door and the wall, as if she were a scared child checking to make sure there weren't monsters in the lonely, dark hallway.
The silver-haired girl heaved herself up and glided over to the small room, completely composed. Not nervous. At all. Nope, not one bit.
"Please lay down and roll up your kimono, Miss Taisho." The nurse spoke sweetly, and Sesshoko did as she was told. "Now this'll be a little cold." The nurse beamed, rubbing a cold gel like substance on Sesshoko's belly. She then began to ask Sesshoko questions, which she answered mindlessly as all her attention was on the tiny black-and-white computer screen to the right of her.
"Oh my! Here that, Miss Taisho? That's the heartbeat!"
It was a fuzzy, blurry picture of something that could never pass off as anything more than blobs, but she saw and heard the pumping of blood in the little life from inside of her. This thing, this... parasite, as she called it... It was living, it was living in her stomach. Thriving. It was the very definition of parasitism, and yet all she felt was warmth, and happiness, something Sesshoko couldn't normally feel without the assistance of drugs...
A single, joyful tears rolled down her cheek.
Ah, lunch. The most relaxing time of day for the average highschooler. Not a class, a chance to socialize... It was certainly Kagome's favorite time of day.
"Hey! You! Kagome!"
The black-haired cheerleader turned around to see none other than a very pissed-looking Inuyumi.
"Inu-chan! What's wrong? You look upset." Kagome said sweetly, trying to stay on Inuyumi's good side. An angry Taisho was never to be tested.
"That's 'cause I am, dammit! Where were you at practice last night?!" Inuyumi hissed, and Kagome cringed inwardly. Oh, yes, Kagome had skipped cheer practice to go on a shopping spree with-
"She was with me." A new, low voice came from behind, a voice that made Inuyumi's body flood with hot anger.
"That's bullshit, Kikyo!" Inuyumi yelled at the black-haired girl who appeared from seemingly nowhere.
"No, no it's not. You just want to deny it 'cause you're jealous I'm taking away all of your friends." And with that, Kikyo flipped her lunch over and onto Inuyumi's chest, getting fettucini alfredo all over Inyumi's bright red cheer uniform.
"...Dammit! Coach Kaede is going to kill me!" She grabbed her chocolate milk, and dumped it over the head of Kikyo, who was trying to retreat. "You bitch!"
Then, someone somewhere in the cafeteria screeched, "Food Fight!" And a fight seemed to be just what the doctor ordered for Inuyumi. She flung spaghetti and meatballs all over Kikyo and Kagome, as well as other peoples' food.
One thing was clear though: a Food Fight was the official declaration of the Girl War at Gakuen Yokai.
Inuyumi reclined in the school office sofa, getting miscellaneous sauce and and food on the ragged thing in the process. As the principal went off on a tangent scolding Inuyumi for her "horrid, completely unreasonable and insane sense of 'right' and 'wrong'", Inuyumi simply sat, there smirking at the equally - if not more - filthy Kikyo, who was standing away from the furniture, just as she had been told.
"...completely unacceptable! I simply cannot believe Miss Kaede still has you on the cheer squad with your outlandish behavior!" The principal fumed.
Like, always, however, Inuyumi just smirked. "Because, have you seen this ass in action! Ain't nobody be able to do the splitz like I can!" Inuyumi stood up and dropped, doing a perfect splitz.
The principal simply growled in annoyance. "Why can't you be more like your sister..."
"Because, if I were like my sister, I'd also be preggo."
Meanwhile, at the doctor's office, Sesshoko sneezed. Twice. She wondered who would have the gal to make fun of her...
Suddenly, the doctor made his way into the room. Sesshoko sat back up, putting on her best poker face. She didn't care which gender the baby was. Nope. Nada. Not even the slightest bit.
"So, Miss Taisho, would you like to know what sex it is?"
A quick nod, maybe a bit too quick. It didn't matter. At all. It didn't matter itdidn'tmatter itdidn'tmatteritdidn'tmatternopenotatall...
"It's a girl."
So why was it that for a second, Sesshoko felt like she could fly?
The white-haired girl simply 'hm'ed in approval, then didn't care as the doctor told her about the baby being healthy.
She didn't care as she paid for the checkup with her father's money, then left.
She didn't care as she waited outside for Inuyumi's car to pull up for her.
She didn't care.
Nope, not one bit.