How Kagome Got Her Groove Back
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Chapter 2: Hell Hath No Fury
*Thanks to all who reviewed, y’all are dolls, and it made me itch to get this chapter out as quickly as I could! Happy New Year to all of you, by the by, and I hope 2007 treats you wonderfully.*
Kagome was willing to swear against all things good and sacred that there had been some sort of supernatural rip in the space-time continuum that was causing the hours to pass by at least ten times slower than normal. This particular Friday’s classes had dragged on longer than one of her grandfather’s long-winded sermons on the den of iniquity modern Tokyo had become, and that was really saying something. The last few classes before the weekend always held to a strict standard of being relatively unbearable for the average student, but this particular afternoon happened to precede a two-week long midterm break dedicated to staff member development (Kagome had to smack her forehead a few times in punishment for the things her mind came up with upon hearing mention of the words “staff” and “member”), so the anticipation for the imminent freedom was thick in the air throughout the entire building.
The young priestess was relatively sure she was feeling it the hardest, because for her, the break meant two uninterrupted weeks of shard hunting, which was sure to please Inuyasha and the rest of the group immensely, not to mention the fact that she would safely be away from any temptation such modern luxuries as oh, say, the computer, might hold for her. On second thought, Kagome mused to herself, that wouldn’t necessarily be a good thing; if she were being perfectly honest, she wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to return to the Feudal Era in the first place, and she was sure her amplified frustrations would lead her to “Sit!” Inuyasha so zealously he’d puncture a whole in the Earth’s crust.
The rest of the day passed marginally faster as she was able to amuse herself with mental images of the annoying hanyou floating around in a pool of liquid hot magma, but Kagome slumped against her desk as she realized the only things that could brighten her recent foul moods were thoughts of either gratuitous sex or violence. “Oh brother,” she thought to herself glumly, “I’m worse than the freaking monk.”
The long-awaited ring of the school bell woke Kagome from a brief nap which, although she hadn’t remembered falling asleep, was not surprising, considering she’d stayed up until the wee hours of the morning finding out exactly what Professor Snape did to his naughty, naughty students. Kagome was confident the outcome had been worth the lack of sleep. Shaking off the last of the fuzziness her brief nap had left her with, she grabbed her backpack and launched herself over the side of the desk, squeezing through the cramped aisles and elbowing her way through the congregation at the front of the classroom. Freedom was so close, she could taste it.
“Um, pardon me. Excuse me. ExCUSE me!” Kagome was trying to sidestep her way through a tightly-packed group of senior boys, and besides being rather in a rush to get home, she quickly realized she couldn’t keep rubbing and pressing up against them without some mildly embarrassing side effects, but the hustle and bustle of the hallway nearly drowned out her small voice, so as politely as she could, she stomped on the first foot she could reach.
“OW! Whoa! Watch it, girlie…” sneered a boy with a rather impeccable jaw line, a feature Kagome obviously couldn’t help but notice.
“Sorry, sorry…HEY. Hi, yeah, over here, coming through, can ya MOVE please?” She closed her eyes and tried not to think of what was pushing against her backside, focusing instead on the spark of anger forming inside her, and blindly began thrashing until she was clear of gathering, and paused briefly to catch her breath before continuing on with her daring escape.
“Man, that chick needs to get laaiiidddd.” Kagome turned to see one of the bro-dawgs give his friend a high-five, and felt the spark or anger catch into a veritable bonfire of rage.
“I KNOW, OKAY!?!? Oh BOY, do I know it. So there’s reallllly no need to keep RUBBING it in, mmkay?!?!” She stomped off in an absolute tizzy, leaving a large group of very shocked senior boys behind her, each one staring slack-jawed and stupid at the retreating figure.
Her fire still hadn’t completely subsided by the time she’d gotten outside, so she barely noticed when she nearly knocked over a skinny, chocolate-haired boy on her way to the bike rack.
“Oomf! Ha, whoa, hey there, Kagome! Have any plans for the—“
“Not. Now.” She shot Houjo a look so heated before hopping onto her bicycle he actually patted down his uniform to check for scorch marks.
“Gollllly,” he thought to himself, before shouting at her quickly to wish her a happy break, smiling and shaking his head, and watching the dust rise in a soft cloud as she raced into the horizon.
***
Kagome sighed ran up the stairs to her room, she hadn’t meant to be rude to Houjo, but it had been a difficult couple of weeks, and she promised herself she’d make it up to him as soon as she got back, he’d be happy if she just baked him a cake or something. A big cake, granted; she owed him at least that much for his consistent generosity. A cake so big, she could step out of it wearing nothing whipped cream, cherries, and chocolate sprinkles; that way she’d REALLY be able to make it up to him, right after he licked the whipped cream off of her—
GAH! She mentally scolded herself for her letting her depravity make the worst of even the most innocent of gestures. Kagome quickly shook the image out of her head, grabbed her supplies for the next two weeks and made a break for the front door.
“Byeeeee mom, seeyouintwoweeksloveyoubye!”
“Wait a sec, Kagome…”
Ugh. “Mom. Loveyoubyeeeee!”
Her mother laughed gently at her impatience. “Kagome, you’re a nut.” She folded the young girl gingerly into her arms and kissed her lovingly on the forehead. “I love you, honey. We’ll miss you.”
You wouldn’t if you knew what a perv I was, Kagome thought ruefully.
“Have a wonderful trip, okay? And be safe, hmm? Remember our rules? If a demon’s fangs are longer than your forearm…”
“Stay at least fifteen feet away,” she finished in an annoyed voice. “I know mom, ugh, I’m not stupid. I love you too, okay? Have a nice time with Souta and Grandpa.” Kagome squeezed her mother once more and bolted out of the house, eager to make it to the Bone-Eater well before Inuyasha came to fetch her.
***
No such luck. Of course, it was always was a losing battle when trying to be punctual against the standards of the single-most impatient being to walk the face of the planet EVER, but this didn’t do anything to soften her outrage when she saw Inuyasha perched on the lip of the well, his face both frustrated and accusing.
His expression shifted from irritated to confused as he heard Kagome let out a strangled scream of aggravation, and barely could register what was happening as he was shoved unceremoniously onto the hard dirt floor. She was briefly comforted by his irate swearing out of shock and what she hoped was pain, and allowed herself a smug smile as the blue light surrounded her, remembering how silly he had looked in her daydreams, swimming around in pool volcanic lava.
Kagome was willing to swear against all things good and sacred that there had been some sort of supernatural rip in the space-time continuum that was causing the hours to pass by at least ten times slower than normal. This particular Friday’s classes had dragged on longer than one of her grandfather’s long-winded sermons on the den of iniquity modern Tokyo had become, and that was really saying something. The last few classes before the weekend always held to a strict standard of being relatively unbearable for the average student, but this particular afternoon happened to precede a two-week long midterm break dedicated to staff member development (Kagome had to smack her forehead a few times in punishment for the things her mind came up with upon hearing mention of the words “staff” and “member”), so the anticipation for the imminent freedom was thick in the air throughout the entire building.
The young priestess was relatively sure she was feeling it the hardest, because for her, the break meant two uninterrupted weeks of shard hunting, which was sure to please Inuyasha and the rest of the group immensely, not to mention the fact that she would safely be away from any temptation such modern luxuries as oh, say, the computer, might hold for her. On second thought, Kagome mused to herself, that wouldn’t necessarily be a good thing; if she were being perfectly honest, she wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to return to the Feudal Era in the first place, and she was sure her amplified frustrations would lead her to “Sit!” Inuyasha so zealously he’d puncture a whole in the Earth’s crust.
The rest of the day passed marginally faster as she was able to amuse herself with mental images of the annoying hanyou floating around in a pool of liquid hot magma, but Kagome slumped against her desk as she realized the only things that could brighten her recent foul moods were thoughts of either gratuitous sex or violence. “Oh brother,” she thought to herself glumly, “I’m worse than the freaking monk.”
The long-awaited ring of the school bell woke Kagome from a brief nap which, although she hadn’t remembered falling asleep, was not surprising, considering she’d stayed up until the wee hours of the morning finding out exactly what Professor Snape did to his naughty, naughty students. Kagome was confident the outcome had been worth the lack of sleep. Shaking off the last of the fuzziness her brief nap had left her with, she grabbed her backpack and launched herself over the side of the desk, squeezing through the cramped aisles and elbowing her way through the congregation at the front of the classroom. Freedom was so close, she could taste it.
“Um, pardon me. Excuse me. ExCUSE me!” Kagome was trying to sidestep her way through a tightly-packed group of senior boys, and besides being rather in a rush to get home, she quickly realized she couldn’t keep rubbing and pressing up against them without some mildly embarrassing side effects, but the hustle and bustle of the hallway nearly drowned out her small voice, so as politely as she could, she stomped on the first foot she could reach.
“OW! Whoa! Watch it, girlie…” sneered a boy with a rather impeccable jaw line, a feature Kagome obviously couldn’t help but notice.
“Sorry, sorry…HEY. Hi, yeah, over here, coming through, can ya MOVE please?” She closed her eyes and tried not to think of what was pushing against her backside, focusing instead on the spark of anger forming inside her, and blindly began thrashing until she was clear of gathering, and paused briefly to catch her breath before continuing on with her daring escape.
“Man, that chick needs to get laaiiidddd.” Kagome turned to see one of the bro-dawgs give his friend a high-five, and felt the spark or anger catch into a veritable bonfire of rage.
“I KNOW, OKAY!?!? Oh BOY, do I know it. So there’s reallllly no need to keep RUBBING it in, mmkay?!?!” She stomped off in an absolute tizzy, leaving a large group of very shocked senior boys behind her, each one staring slack-jawed and stupid at the retreating figure.
Her fire still hadn’t completely subsided by the time she’d gotten outside, so she barely noticed when she nearly knocked over a skinny, chocolate-haired boy on her way to the bike rack.
“Oomf! Ha, whoa, hey there, Kagome! Have any plans for the—“
“Not. Now.” She shot Houjo a look so heated before hopping onto her bicycle he actually patted down his uniform to check for scorch marks.
“Gollllly,” he thought to himself, before shouting at her quickly to wish her a happy break, smiling and shaking his head, and watching the dust rise in a soft cloud as she raced into the horizon.
***
Kagome sighed ran up the stairs to her room, she hadn’t meant to be rude to Houjo, but it had been a difficult couple of weeks, and she promised herself she’d make it up to him as soon as she got back, he’d be happy if she just baked him a cake or something. A big cake, granted; she owed him at least that much for his consistent generosity. A cake so big, she could step out of it wearing nothing whipped cream, cherries, and chocolate sprinkles; that way she’d REALLY be able to make it up to him, right after he licked the whipped cream off of her—
GAH! She mentally scolded herself for her letting her depravity make the worst of even the most innocent of gestures. Kagome quickly shook the image out of her head, grabbed her supplies for the next two weeks and made a break for the front door.
“Byeeeee mom, seeyouintwoweeksloveyoubye!”
“Wait a sec, Kagome…”
Ugh. “Mom. Loveyoubyeeeee!”
Her mother laughed gently at her impatience. “Kagome, you’re a nut.” She folded the young girl gingerly into her arms and kissed her lovingly on the forehead. “I love you, honey. We’ll miss you.”
You wouldn’t if you knew what a perv I was, Kagome thought ruefully.
“Have a wonderful trip, okay? And be safe, hmm? Remember our rules? If a demon’s fangs are longer than your forearm…”
“Stay at least fifteen feet away,” she finished in an annoyed voice. “I know mom, ugh, I’m not stupid. I love you too, okay? Have a nice time with Souta and Grandpa.” Kagome squeezed her mother once more and bolted out of the house, eager to make it to the Bone-Eater well before Inuyasha came to fetch her.
***
No such luck. Of course, it was always was a losing battle when trying to be punctual against the standards of the single-most impatient being to walk the face of the planet EVER, but this didn’t do anything to soften her outrage when she saw Inuyasha perched on the lip of the well, his face both frustrated and accusing.
His expression shifted from irritated to confused as he heard Kagome let out a strangled scream of aggravation, and barely could register what was happening as he was shoved unceremoniously onto the hard dirt floor. She was briefly comforted by his irate swearing out of shock and what she hoped was pain, and allowed herself a smug smile as the blue light surrounded her, remembering how silly he had looked in her daydreams, swimming around in pool volcanic lava.