Black Ice: Okay, so. Last chapter we made a little boo-boo; instead of Money in My Hands, we accidentally said we deleted A Body She Couldn't Control. Thanks to Dreamer6164 for pointing that out.
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September 8
As the day progressed, I found that not only was Gingitsune a potential courtesan, but a buddy as well, by which I mean a good friend. I had two other classes with her, Algebra II and Anatomy/Physiology, my third and fourth classes respectively. Strangely enough, she shared many of my interests, and even a few of my dislikes.
Such as Algebra II, for instance.
I may have been a fast learner and everything, but I'd be damned if those numbers didn't confuse me to the point of madness.
Luckily, Tsune-chan, as she would rather be called instead of her full name, was just as hopelessly inept at the damnable subject as I.
Inuyasha chuckled mirthfully at Gingitsune's frustrated growl at the test set before her. "What kind of bullshit is this?" She raged under her breath. "They give us a test on the first damn day?"
"They say it's a diagnostic; it's just to see what we know, Tsune-chan." He murmured.
"Which is nothing at all! And I mean not a damn thing! Isn't that what teachers are supposed to be for?!"
"Well, don't feel bad. My paper's black as well, and I intend to keep it that way."
"Then me, too." She huffed in protest and raised her hand. The teacher, a happy-go-lucky woman named Royama-san, acknowledged Gingitsune's hand with a smiley, "Yes?"
"Uh, I don't know any of this stuff." She complained.
"Well, that's okay, Gingitsune; some of it you might not know. This is just a diagnostic test to see what you do know, so I can know what level you're on."
"Yeah, but that's the problem—I don't know any of this stuff." The neko drawled, and the class snickered.
"That's fine, then, leave it blank."
"This isn't graded, is it?" Gingitsune asked suspiciously.
"No, dear..."
"Okay, cool." She thrust her paper as far away from her as it could get without being on the floor. "Stupid diagnostic test."
"You could at least try, Tsune-chan." Inuyasha suggested quietly.
"Try, hell! What has trying anything ever done for me?" Inuyasha chuckled again, shaking his head, and looked down at his own blank test. He was sure Gingitsune had to know some of what was on it, whereas he didn't know anything at all for real. She was probably just being rebellious or lazy, or possibly both.
He secretively whipped out his journal, which he had previously been told to put away, and began writing.
Gingitsune is actually one of the first females to make me laugh, and not lustfully or maliciously like usual. Just...laugh. In amusement. It's very strange.
However, I feel I must admit that she's just the distraction I needed to get the suddenly athletic wench off my mind. Which is also strange; how is it that she acquired such physical prowess in such a short time? It's inhuman...which makes me think that perhaps she's not truly adopted...
I don't know. Nanako is the absolute epitome of beauty, and yet her disgusting daughter is so...unlike her. Whatever the case may be—
"Inuyasha, what is that?" Inuyasha's shoulders went rigid and he moved his hands over the writings of his journal, looking up at Royama-san, who stood over him with a stern look on her face.
"What is what, Royama-san?" He said evenly, meeting Gingitsune's amused look with the utmost seriousness, and looked back at his teacher.
"What is that you're writing in? Is it that dirty book that I told you to put away?" Other than the slight twitch of his eyebrow, Inuyasha's face remained still.
Dirty book...bitch.
"I'm doing the test as I was instructed to." By a discreet slip, Inuyasha moved his hands again to reveal his test sitting atop his journal. Royama-san looked at him suspiciously for a few moments, then nodded.
"Alright...but keep that book in your bag until your test is done." She walked away from him and Inuyasha made a face behind her back. Gingitsune snickered wildly, holding out her palm.
"Nice!" Inuyasha smacked her palm in a congenial gesture. "That was plain magic!"
"Thank you quite much." He smirked, and looked back down in boredom at his test.
Ah, well. Might as well wing it.
He speedily marked random answers on the test and about five minutes later, he raised his hand. "Royama-san, I'm done." He called calmly. With a smile, the teacher came over and picked up his test.
"Alright, you can write in your book now." When she left again, Inuyasha mumbled, "As if I needed your permission..."
"Seriously." Gingitsune snorted, crossing her arms. "I can't stand when teachers do that." Inuyasha grinned and started back at his journal.
—Whatever the case may be—
Inuyasha paused, cursing Royama-san for her interruption. Now he'd forgotten what he was about to say. With an annoyed mumble, he erased the beginning of the incomplete sentence.
—unlike her. In any case—
Now he cursed himself for just having remembered.
—I find it extremely hard to believe the bitch is a kyuuketsuki. Gingitsune, I could maybe understand; she possesses the strength, wit, and beauty.
He looked over at her as she stared intently at a pencil she was rolling around on her desk, and Inuyasha anime-sweatdropped.
I said wit, not intelligence. And if I be wrong about her, may my ears be crippled by a cacophonous noise!
As if cued to do so, the bell screeched, making his pointed ears tremble. He ground his teeth together.
The bell just rang, but I'm sure it was nothing but coincidence.
"Whoo! Time for lunch!" Gingitsune grinned happily, jumping out of her desk.
"Has the bell always been so loud?" Inuyasha hissed, gathering up his books.
"Yeah, but you get used to it. Come, sit with me at my table."
"Okay." They walked out of the class and headed for the cafeteria, already half-packed with book-weary students waiting on food. Gingitsune sat at a small round table and Inuyasha sat opposite her. "I'd really like to go see Shippou. It's been ages since I last saw him."
"Yeah? When school's over, I'll take you over there. He owes me a bit of change anyway." Her attention was given to something else and she yelled, "Hey! Kicchan, over here!" Inuyasha blinked in confusion. "Hey, Inuyasha, let me introduce you to my friend here." A palish, fluffy-tailed nekomata joined the small table and smiled at them both. "Kicchan, this is Inuyasha, my new buddy. Inuyasha, this is Kicchan, otherwise known as Kirara."
"It's enchanting to meet you." Inuyasha purred suavely, taking Kirara's hand and kissing it, just as he had done Gingitsune. Kirara grinned dryly.
"Likewise."
"What's really strange about him is that he can't stand Kagome Higurashi, for some reason." Gingitsune snickered.
"You don't? That is weird." Kirara murmured. "Everybody likes Kagome."
"I don't see why. She's a total bitch in my opinion."
"Then you must've pissed her off or something, because the Kagome I know is very rarely a bitch."
"I agree." Kirara nodded. "Even as the cheerleading captain, she doesn't fit the stereotype at all...which is more than I can say for some of us." She looked pointedly at a girl at another table, surrounded by several people who were all laughing at something she'd just said, and Gingitsune and Inuyasha followed her gaze.
"Who's she?"
"Your traditional school bitch." Gingitsune mumbled. "Kagura of the Wind."
"She's got a title?" Inuyasha mused. "Impressive."
"Yeah, well, don't waste your time. She's dating Shouyou, that bulky dunce chugging root beer over there while his teammates cheer him on."
"Shouyou? I seem to recall nearly breaking a Shouyou's fingers this morning."
"You would really do well not to bother them. Just let them be idiots by themselves." Kirara said quietly, sipping a bottle of V8.
"I love a challenge." Inuyasha shrugged. "I suppose that's all I can really say." He got up and started to approach Kagura's table, but both Kirara and Gingitsune grabbed his wrists and stopped him.
"Dude, listen and listen well." Gingitsune sighed. "Don't fuck with that girl. And I mean this literally."
"I don't see why not." Inuyasha gently wrenched himself free of their grasps and crossed his arms, daring them to explain. "I mean, she's not ugly. She's not sick. The way I see it, I could have her on her back in five seconds."
"Well, now, aren't we cocky." Kirara smirked.
"No, just truthful."
"Inuyasha...trust me, dude. As your friend, I'm telling you do not do it." Gingitsune said firmly, and the warning in her voice made Inuyasha sigh and sit back down, staring at Kagura.
I wonder what it is about that girl that's making Kirara and Gingitsune act this way. Whatever it is, it's only making me more intrigued about her...Oh, great.
His thoughts began taking a turn for the worse when Kagome approached Kagura's table and sat down, joining in the laughter. Inuyasha scowled, crossing his arms.
"Why must that disgusting wench always mess up something good?" Gingitsune looked at him curiously.
"What, you two used to date or something?" She asked, and instead of being offended like his first instinct told him, Inuyasha merely chuckled.
"That's like asking if a god screwed a pig."
"Whoa, now, nobody said "screw". I said "date". Though, nowadays, it's one and the same, but the point remains valid."
"No." He replied smoothly, though his insides roiled with revulsion at the mere thought.
Enemies make strange bedfellows. And I'm all for a kinky romp, but that...that's just nasty.
"Oh. Well, damn." Gingitsune pouted, and Inuyasha forced himself to turn away from his hostility to concentrate on her and how fuckable she looked pouting like that. "That would've explained your hatred, but...if you never dated her, and you never fucked, then how come you hate her so much?"
"Because I do, okay? I don't feel I need to justify my hate. My people are known for such trains of thought."
"Alright, whatever..." Gingitsune shrugged, and turned back to Kagura's table for a source of entertainment. Kagome whispered something to the other girl and, with an intrigued feline grin, she nodded. "That's never good."
"What?" Kirara sipped nonchalantly at her V8, her eyes drifting idly over to Kagura, who directed a sultry smirk at Inuyasha. However, he was too preoccupied with writing in his journal to notice, but Kirara and Gingitsune did, and looked grimly at each other.
I'm here at lunch with Tsune-chan and a new friend, Kirara, and in record time, I've gone from interested to pissed. I was interested because a particularly juicy morsel had caught my eye mere seconds after I met Kirara, a prize in and of herself, but I got pissed once the wench made herself comfortable right in my line of sight.
Tsune-chan asked if I had dated the wench. It was laughable, yet it made me want to slit her throat for the implication. Once I declined, it got me to thinking: would I one day be able to overcome my disgust regarding Kagome Higurashi, and even go to the extremes of tolerating her presence enough to actually fuck her?
The concept was so nonsensical to Inuyasha, he actually laughed aloud, startling Kirara and Gingitsune.
"Dude, are you high or something?" Gingitsune blinked.
"What are you writing?" Kirara tried to peer at his journal, but he quickly slammed it shut with an amused sigh.
"No offense, Kirara, but I'm extremely protective of my journal."
"Oh." She cleared her throat. "Okay, then. I understand."
"I'm so glad you do...most people don't grasp that right off the bat." Inuyasha smiled coolly, drumming his clawed fingers on the table to emphasize just what had happened to those people. This time it was Kirara who laughed.
"I like you, Inuyasha."
"And I reiterate...I'm glad you do." His smile fell, as did his eyes, and he stared pointedly at his journal as Kagome and Kagura approached the table.
"Hi, guys!" Kagome smiled cheerfully.
"Hey, Kagome." Gingitsune waved, and Kirara did the same, but naturally, Inuyasha remained silent. His body went rigid when he suddenly felt the warmth of Kagome leaning over his shoulder and murmuring into his ear, "I believe I just said, "Hi, guys," not "Hi, Kirara and Gingitsune"." Her long hair scratching annoyingly at his face, but that was the last thing on his mind. He was more concerned about how intensely his hands shook, as well as the outraged fury that wracked his very soul to the core at her insolence. She dared speak to him? After that little stunt she pulled this morning? The bitch was lucky he didn't forget himself in front of all these other humans and kill her where she stood!
Inuyasha hadn't been aware that he was growling under his breath until Gingitsune placed a worried hand onto his in a placating gesture.
"Dude, chill. She just asked you to speak to her."
"I don't speak to sluts." He mumbled, locking his fingers together. Instead of being offended, however, Kagome snickered, and she and Kagura walked away.
"Wow, Inuyasha, you really don't like her, do you?"
"I hold grudges very strongly. That's all I can say." He sighed, trying to calm himself down.
The next time she tries that kind of shit...she won't be spared.