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Chapter 3:

It was big. Beyond big. In fact it was downright huge.

Ignoring the fact that that was a perfect 'that's what she said', moment, she stood there, before the building, staring up at it. Izayoi had warned her about its size (which makes for a really creepy 'that's what she said', moment…) but she hadn't really believed her.

Actually, she'd barely heard her over the bustle of early morning chaos. Inuyasha was on the phone with someone the whole time, ignoring his father's shouts to, "hang up the damn phone before I shove it up your ass". It was then that Shippo, who'd been complaining about his shoes - "all the other kids have really cool shoes that light up!" - stopped and asked why his father would want to do a thing like that. Inuyasha snorted and made a rude comment about homosexuality which Shippo also questioned.

This was when Sesshomaru came in, just in time to see Taisho giving some weird description with a banana and a carrot he was making talk. He snorted, attracting Izayoi's attention to her husband and youngest son, and causing her to scream about how her baby didn't need to know things like that.

Somehow, Kagome had ended up at school, standing blankly in front of the building, with a schedule of her classes and a mind full of disturbing images.

Unfortunately, Inuyasha was standing behind her.

"It's not going to go anywhere."

She sent an angry glare his way.

"Will you?" she spat.

He rolled his eyes as if this was the most obvious question in the world.

"I'd like to. However, mommy dearest told me to keep an eye on you."

"Aw, you always do what mommy tells you to? That's so sweet." She batted her eyelashes dramatically, earning herself a growl of barely restrained temper.

"You know what-" He started, but was cut off by the loud drone of the bell. Smirking, she dashed up the steps into the building, blending into the crowd to students.

It wasn't until the tardy bell rang that she thought that maybe she should have gotten directions before mocking him.

Oh well. No use crying over spilt milk…

She'd been right about her emotions returning, they had. Usually in the form of irritation or anger, and usually directed towards Inuyasha, but also joy at seeing Ayame again and slight apprehension about starting at a new school filled with self absorbed rich kids.

Seriously, the parking lot had more Porsches than a dealership…

It also had a very sexy black Jaguar, belonging to Sesshomaru, and the reason he'd gotten out of "protect the new kid" duty.

Inuyasha, having failed his drivers test twice already, still got dropped off by Taisho on his way to work, along with Kagome, and Shippo at the nearby Elementary school.

Looking around the empty hallway, she read the door numbers in hopes of seeing one of her classes just magically appear near her. Closing her eyes, she tried clicking her heels together…

Nope. Didn't work.

Maybe if she had those cool new ones that lit up…

She glanced at her watch… It was 5 minutes after the tardy bell.

Damn.

She continued to wander around the halls aimlessly, a black mark against the surplus amount of white paint.

Seriously…was there a sale at Home Depot or something?

She was about ready to give up when she heard voices coming from down the hall. Following them, she was met with the outdoors and a view of a girl with long black hair and a red, plaid skirt. She was standing stark still, her back pressed up against a tree.

God…this place even had big ass trees….She hated to think of how big the local college would be… She'd need GPS to navigate it.

Hmmm…GPS…that wasn't a half bad idea…

She was about to approach the girl, to ask if the school came with those little maps with the little You Are Here dot, when she realized she wasn't just ditching class.

She was hiding.

But from what?

She quickly scanned what could be seen of the campus, seeing no imminent threats. She was about to just say screw it and ask the girl anyways when they made eye contact.

At first the girl's eyes widened in surprise, then they darted off to the left, then they met Kagome's again. Kagome started to approach, but the girl quickly held her hand up halting her, her eyes drifting to the left again.

What the hell?

Shrugging, Kagome decided to play along. What else did she have to do? Go to class? She didn't know where the hell that was…

The girl looked back at her again. She started towards Kagome, hesitantly at first, then breaking into a run.

There was a loud SNAP! from somewhere to the left which seemed to startle her and urge her on, gaining speed.

The closer the girl got, the less likely it seemed that she'd stop and offer directions. She seemed to be running for her life…which kind of seemed like a good indication that Kagome should follow suit.

She didn't get a choice however. As the girl passed, she grabbed hold of Kagome's hand, dragging her along with her. Which was just a little odd…She was about to jerk away when she heard the cry from behind them…

"Sango!"

"Shit," she girl cursed softly, ducking into the girls' bathroom, pulling Kagome in after, and quickly shutting the door, leaning back against it as if the male voice would follow them in. Kagome's attempt to speak was cut off, she was shushed quickly, and so she hopped up on the sink to watch the show.

The girl, Sango, was silent, not moving, holding her breath, and footsteps could be heard outside the door…

"Sango? Sango, I know you're here, somewhere!" The footsteps stopped, "Are you in the bathroom again?"

The voice was very close this time, right outside the door, and was soon followed by the jiggling on the doorknob. Desperately, she threw her weight against the door, fighting his attempts to get it open.

"Sango come on! I know you're in there! Get out! Really, no one has to go to the bathroom this often!"

"Maybe I do!" she called back, "Go away!"

"You should consult your doctor! This is unhealthy!"

"You're unhealthy Miroku! Go away! Stay out of the girl's room!"

"But I need to come in! You're obviously ill!"

"I'm not! Go awa-" she cut herself off, squeaking as he pushed the door open a little wider, granting Kagome access to one violet eye and a shock of jet black hair. With some difficulty, he wedged his foot into the crack. Helplessly, Sango threw Kagome a pleading look.

"Help! I'll explain later!"

Shrugging, she hopped down off the sink and lent her strength to the cause. Together, the two of them managed to hold him off a few more minutes until another voice from outside rose above his.

"Mr. Houshi!"

He gave a quiet curse, releasing his hold on the door. This however, caused the door to slam shut under the two girls' weight, squashing his foot.

"FUCK-SICKLES!"

"MR. HOUSHI!"

"Um…hello Principal Kaede…. How lovely to see you again. Is that a new eye patch? I must say it's much sexier than your last one…"

By the way his voice trailed off, she could just imagine the look he was getting.

"Mrs. Tajia," she called, sounding just a little bored, "I assume it's you behind door number one?"

"Yes Mrs. Kaede," Sango replied somewhat hesitantly, exiting the bathroom. Kagome followed slowly, this time of her own free will.

Miroku was leaning against the wall, holding his injured foot up, sending a sour look in their direction. His gaze lit with surprise however, at the sight of Kagome. Obviously she hadn't been seen…

The woman she assumed was Principal Kaede, was an older, rounder woman, with grayish hair and an eye patch. She was giving the two a bored, somewhat exasperated look, her eyes scanning briefly over Kagome before settling on Miroku.

"Mr. Houshi, why is it that every week seems to start this way? Just what on Earth is so magical about the girls' bathroom that you feel the need to all but break the door down to enter. I assure you, the boy's room provides the same services."

"Ah," he replied, adopting a cool, confident and admittedly handsome, smile, "But that's not true. All the boy's room offers is an awkward view of the male anatomy, while the girl's room offers Sango. And perhaps a nice view of Sango's anatomy."

If not for the principal, Kagome was pretty sure the girl would have torn off the boys head. As it was, the principal looked as if she had the same idea.

"Mr. Houshi!" she seethed, "How is that any way to speak about a fellow classmate? That's a degrading blow to feminism and you should be ashamed of yourself for those sexist, male, remarks! You've got a month's worth of Saturday detentions, starting this week!"

"What?"

"You heard me! Let's see if that can't correct your behavior. Now get back to class, you're in English, I believe."

"Well yeah but -"

"No buts. Just go."

Chastised, he sulked off down the hall, Kaede's eyes burning holes into his back the entire way.

Yes, this did not seem like a woman to mess with…

The older woman turned back to face the two girls.

"Now Miss. Tajia. Somewhere in all of that Mr. Houshi made something of a point. You are in the bathroom again. Do you have a legitimate reason, a bladder condition of some sort I should know about?"

"Oh, no ma'am, I was just….um…"

"She was just showing me around," Kagome piped up. "I'm new here. I got lost in the hallway and she agreed to help me out. The first thing she showed me was the bathroom."

Silence.

"I had to go pee…"

After what seemed like forever, she sighed. "Alright. I'll let the two of you off this time. Now Miss. Tajia, I'm sure Miss…"

"Higurashi."

"… Higurashi, would appreciate it if you brought her to her first hour class.

"Yes Ma'am," they answered in unison, hurrying off down the hall. It wasn't until they'd rounded the corner that Sango bothered to ask just where Kagome's class was, anyways.

Clueless, she held out the small green slip that held her schedule. Sango glanced at it before smirking, and heading off down the hall.

"What?"

"This is my class too. Convenient."

"Very."

"Thanks, by the way."

"For what?"

"For the bail out. The last thing I needed was another detention for tardiness. I mean, I don't mean to be tardy! It's not my fault!"

"Who was he anyways?"

She released a weary sigh. "My very own personal stalker. The rest of the school calls him Miroku."

"I see… and why, may I ask, does he stalk you?"

"You know," she replied, halting, absorbed in thought, "I really don't know…"

Well, she could say one thing about this place. It was definitely… different…

Sango, as Kagome soon found out, was not what she'd expected the students here to be. She wasn't stuck up or prissy and didn't stop every five seconds to check her make-up in a miniscule mirror somehow extracted from a ridiculously small $400 handbag.

A clutch, if you will.

Unfortunately, the rest of the girls here seemed to fit that description abnormally well. Especially the three in the corner of the room giggling freakishly loud and staring at this one guy.

And speaking of guys….

They were only slightly less frightening than the girls. They were all so…neat… sitting there in their little sweater vests with their hair all nicely combed, eying the pretty little painted up girls right back. In fact, the only one who didn't fit this description almost to a tee was the one guy in the room being stared at.

He was leaning back in his chair, feet up on the desk, holding a pencil in his mouth like a cigarette, the point waving as he moved it back and forth with his tongue. His hair was long and brown, his jacket leather with what she hoped was a brown faux fur collar.

"So what's the deal?" she asked Sango. The girl had waited for Kagome to find a seat and had then promptly settled her butt on the desk.

"With what?"

"With that," she discreetly gestured towards where one of the girls in pink, the one with the long, black, hair, was eying the guy hungrily. "Seriously, is she going to rape him or eat him?"

Sango leaned back, laughing, before pulling her black sweater down over the small strip of stomach that was showing. "Ha, neither actually." She pointed at the three girls, "She's Kikyo. The girl with the oriental top and red eye shadow, that's Kagura, and the other one is Tsubaki. They're basically the school's source of drama." She moved her finger towards the boy. "That's Koga. Kikyo probably wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole except for the fact that he's friends with her latest…conquest, I guess you could call it."

"That's…great?"

"For him," she shrugged, "For a little while. Until her attempts fail and he becomes useless to her. Then he's out and she tries again."

Kagome sent a look at the girl who was once again staring into a tiny little mirror. She had to admit, the girl was pretty. She wasn't sure how much of it would wash off if thrown in a pool…or splashed with holy water…but from right here, what she could see was pretty, and she was having a hard time imagining she'd have problems getting guys.

"What makes you so sure she'd fail?"

Sango let a slow smile creep up her face before answering matter-of-factly, "Because she's been at it for a year now and has made a grand total of absolutely no progress."

Sango seemed just a little too happy about this, and for some reason Kagome found herself liking this girl even more. Maybe it was something about her unconcealed dislike…

She was about to ask if the boy Kikyo was after was Sango's boyfriend or something when the teacher walked in and banished them all to their seats.

Kagome ended up sitting next to Sango.

Naturally, notes were passed all period.

The bell was loud, the bell was obnoxious, the bell was not your friend. Yet never had Kagome ever been more glad to hear the loud drone than she was now.

Only this teacher could turn a perfectly good subject like English into a torturous hell.

It was quite tragic, really.

Damn old teacher with his stupid old monotone voice and his love of sentence structure. Damn him to hell!

Standing, Kagome stretched, a few pops sounding from her back. Grinning, Sango eagerly cracked her neck, gaining a few more pops that Kagome had.

"Show off."

"You're just jealous."

Smirking, the two girls, reveling in their newly forged friendship, exited the room without noticing the looks they received. One was suspicion and hostility, the other an amused sort of interest from under one raised eyebrow.

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