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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult +
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4
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Chapter four.
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Summary:
At Hanso High, hierarchy rules. There’s the preps, the skates, the punks, the Goths, the skins, the ‘too cool for school’, the nerds, and the jocks. What happens when one girl comes, and refuses to be placed in such a clique? Starring our favorite, oh so stubborn, dominating, arrogant InuYasha, and our stubborn, strong willed, crazy punk-rocker Kagome. Traditional pairings.
A/N: Here’s another chapter. Me so sorry for shortness of last! This is my apology, okay? Good.
Chapter four.
“What the hell was that!?” Kagome’s ears rang from InuYasha’s screeching.
“It’s called self defense.” She stepped over the sobbing, shaking body of Kouga Oukami.
She watched in amusement as his mouth opened, then closed, and he got a thoughtful look on his face, which was quickly replaced by a scowl. “Well, don’t do it anymore!”
She was vaguely aware of her open mouth, and the slight tick to her eye a she stared at the seething hanyou. How could HE be mad at HER?
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t defend yourself anymore, damnit.” Was he pouting? What the fuck was wrong with this dog? Maybe she should feel his nose and see if it was still cold.
“So what am I supposed to do? Get violated?” She was trying to relax, she really was. And yes, she knew she was over reacting, but that’s what InuYasha brought out in her. Sure, she’d always been stubborn and headstrong, but he just brought out the worst in her.
She gave a sigh when he stomped his foot. He could be so dramatic sometimes.
“No! You’re supposed to let ME defend you. It’s my duty.” His chest puffed out importantly, his right fist coming to bump against its hard surface.
“You’re so feudal, InuYasha.” She was shaking her head, walking slowly away from the now deflated hanyou. He sputtered, staring at her retreating back. She’d turned the corner when she realized he’d been who she was searching for, to give a sound thrashing to. She turned on her heel and walked back toward him, “Hey, InuYasha, I’ve got something to say to . . . you . . . you . . .”
“You fucking prick!” She stomped away, angrily wiping away tears that had no place on her cheek in the first place, as far as she was concerned. Why should she care? If he wants to do that, he should be able to. It’s not like she wanted him to only do that kind of thing to her, was it? She shook her head, of course not! He could do whatever the fuck he wanted.
She just kind of wished he wouldn’t.
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What the fuck did that mean? Feudal, how could you be feudal? He was just, doing what he was supposed to! But, if Kagome didn’t want it, then was it what he wasn’t supposed to do? But then again, his instincts screamed for it, shouldn’t he listen? But his instincts were to please and love Kagome, but if she didn’t want him to do what his instincts were, then what the hell was he supposed to do?
Growling in frustration, InuYasha slammed his fist into the object nearest him, which just happened to be a very beat up Kouga, who immediately fell back onto the ground with a sob.
InuYasha ran a clawed hand through his hair, sighing deeply. “I just wish you could see how much you mean to me, Kagome.”
Ever since he first caught a whiff of her, she’d plagued his mind. It wasn’t like any other time he’d fallen for a girl, this time it felt . . . right. Like, he was supposed to be with her, only her. Just being near her made him feel stronger, better.
But, her rejection stung at him worse then any other had, like he depended on her acceptance. He hated depending on anyone for anything, he was strong enough to take care of himself. Except, he felt like he needed Kagome to take care of him, to nurture and love him.
She was a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, stuffed in an incredibly gorgeous outer shell, and he wanted to unwrap her, taste her, engulf her, and immerse himself in her.
“Oh InuYasha!”
InuYasha shuddered. Not Jakotsu again, oh god please. . .
“There’s my little doggy boy!” It was coming towards him, its arms opened wide and a love struck grin on its face.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Jakotsu? I.AM.NOT.GAY.” Jakotsu would just plain not leave him alone, always hounding him, grabbing his ass, making sinful gestures toward him. It wasn’t fair; he had to endure all this sexual harassment from his same sex, and be ignored by Kagome.
He would’ve preferred the one harassing him to be a woman, most preferably Kagome, but no. It was Jakotsu, the flaming fag, the woman-hater, and the sick little sadist. He had received an email once, and unsuspecting, had opened it up to find a list. A list of all the things Jakotsu would like to do with his dog.
The thought of all the pain, and blood, cold steel, made him shudder. Wasn’t pleasure supposed to be, I don’t know, pleasurable? All other emails sent to him by that address, and any other he recognized that belonged to the skins, were deleted on sight.
It wouldn’t have been so bad, he supposed, if he hadn’t hit on Jakotsu the first day of Freshman year. His hair was long, silky, and a beautiful shade of black, his features were alarmingly feminine, as was his frame. Long and lean, no muscle, narrow, soft shoulders.
As far as InuYasha was concerned, confusing Jakotsu for a woman was completely acceptable. After that day, Jakotsu had pursued him, never leaving the fact that he indeed did have dog ears, alone.
It was one thing for Kagome to touch them like she did, and he was pretty sure Jakotsu was trying to inflict the same pleasure, but knowing that pleasure came from a man, turned it to emotional anguish.
InuYasha barely registered the slip of Jakotsu’s arm around his slim waist, having been in thought of Kagome and her ear rubbing. He was now, let’s say, in a state he did not wish to be around one such as Jakotsu.
“Happy to see me, my little puppy?” His breath tickled InuYasha’s pointed ear, the voice holding all the insinuation it was possible for one voice to hold. It was then, he noticed, that he was securely placed between Jakotsu’s lean body, and the hard wall, with Jakotsu pressed uncomfortably close.
InuYasha had to look up to look him in the eye, which bothered him; why was it that the most flamboyant boy in the school had to the tallest? Excluding his brother, of course.
“Fuck off, Jakotsu.” InuYasha allowed him a warning growl, letting the tip of a pointed fang appear under his raised lip.
“Why would I want to fuck off, InuYasha, when I could fuck you?” Before InuYasha could even lift a hand to move the skinny boy off of him, Jakotsu had pressed his lips firmly against InuYasha’s, unrelenting in his effort to gain entrance into his mouth.
InuYasha regained his control, grabbing Jakotsu by the shoulders and pushing back. He didn’t budge. InuYasha panicked, pushing harder and growling loudly. He did not want anyone to see him like this, most especially---
“You prick!” Kagome. Shit. He had removed Jakotsu in an instant, pushing him to the ground as hard as he could, and delighting in the squeal the boy made. He swept his golden gaze across the hall, the empty hall, save for the two boys lying on the hard ground.
“You’re gonna be sorry for that, Jakotsu.”
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“Fucking men!” Kagome cursed, throwing her bag down in the empty library, pulling a pad of drawing paper from it. The teacher had told her that she was allowed anywhere on Campus during her ‘Independent Drawing Study’, to allow her creativity to flow.
The box of supplies which Mrs. Johnson had given her, spilled across the large table, and she roughly grabbed a piece of fresh charcoal.
Brows furrowing, her hand swept madly across the large sheet of paper she’d laid out, movements rushed and angry.
“Of course he’d be like that, I mean, why tell a girl that she’s yours and then only stick with her? I’m sure he’s gotten all over this school with that ‘youkai mating’ shit.”
Her brown eyes were set intently on the page, as she mumbled angrily to herself, “But why should I care? It’s not like I like him or anything, no, no I do not. How could I like him? He’s controlling and demanding and possessive, and completely and utterly devoted. Not to mention he’s hot as hell, and funny, and his little doggy ears, oh god.” Her hand stopped moving, and she stared at the lines she’d made.
A sketchy, smeared version of the hanyou in question stared back up at her, his charcoal eyes locked onto her softened brown ones. “Ah, crap.”
This wasn’t logical, not at all. Really, how could she like a guy she’d only met a day ago? Things didn’t happen like that, no matter how much anyone wished they would, because there was no thing as love at first sight. Wait, no, not love. Like, like was as far was she was willing to go right now. Still, it didn’t make sense.
She’d liked guys before InuYasha; sure, even ‘loved’ some of them, but it was nothing like this. It scared her, how much she could like him, without even knowing him. Because, now that she thought about it, the only thing she knew about him, was that his name was InuYasha and he was an inu hanyou. She wanted to know more, and she couldn’t deny it, especially to herself.
The only reason, in which she could justify her feelings for the hanyou, was fate. Whatever gods lived up there in that big sky, or on Olympus or whatever, meant for them to be together. It was absurd, she knew, and she felt foolish for even entertaining the notion, but what other reasoning was there?
Perhaps she’d give him a chance, get to know who he was, and understand everything about him. But how would she approach him?
‘Hey, InuYasha, I’ve decided that I’ll be your woman or bitch or whatever. Right? Okay, that’s good. So, wanna go get a slice?’
She hit her head against the table, a miserable feeling settling over her as she realized she’d just put her forehead in a massive charcoal face. “Wonderful, that’s just wonderful.”
She stood, and walked for the exit of the massive library, stopping by the front desk, and shooting a glare at the small boy who snickered. “I’ll be right back.” The boy nodded, and went back to doing whatever nerdy thing he had been, a small snicker following Kagome out of the doors.
Luckily, she’d found a bathroom earlier that was just in the next building, in what the school called ‘The Student Center’. (A/N: This gay place at my school, has couches and tables and food and coffee. Has a TV too, but it’s never on anything good.)
The sink water was cold, and taking quite a bit longer then she would have liked to warm up. When it finally did, she smiled, and took a small amount of paper towels, wetting them and setting to work on removing the large black smear that graced her forehead.
In mid-scrub, the door burst open, and she heard a loud, high pitched laughter that made her shudder. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of two very black and pink girls, standing and staring at her. She smiled, “Hey.”
One of the girls gave her a look, which clearly stated that she was much too good for Kagome to be even considering talking to her, and the other stared. “Who the fuck are you?”
Kagome snorted, wiping off the last bit of black from her face, and turned to look at the girls. “That’s not being very polite, now is it? You should try something more like ‘Hello’ or ‘How ya doin?’ next time.” Tossing the soiled paper towel into the trash can next to her, Kagome made to move around them.
“Answer my fucking question, you stupid bitch.” Kagome eyed the girl who spoke so icily toward her, suppressing a laugh. She was dressed from head to toe in stripes and plaid, fishnets and black. It was utterly pathetic. Her long black hair was pulled into two braids that rested on either of her shoulders, and her gray eyes were lined with pink and black. “No one ignores Kikyou Komusume and gets away with it.”
Kagome couldn’t help it; she laughed, hard, holding her stomach in one hand and leaning the other on the wall for support. “Oh, is that so? What are you gonna do, throw your lipstick at me?”
Kikyou reddened, something that made her even more amusing to Kagome, and pointed a red finger at her. “I have my connections, loser, so don’t mess with me.”
Kagome stopped laughing. “Are you threatening me?” She allowed herself to sound serious, when she longed to laugh out loud and slap her knee.
“You better fucking believe it.” Kikyou narrowed her eyes, sending Kagome what she supposed was a ‘death glare’, which in reality made the other girl look as though she had Down syndrome.
“What a sad, sad little person you are,” Kagome sighed, and looked down at the smaller girl. “Having people fight your battles for you, wearing all that hideous clothing, and pretending you’re some badass bitch who could take down anyone. Have you even ever seen a fight?” Kagome leaned down, lowering her voice to a dangerous tone and whispered, “Because I can sure as hell show you one.” She raised her hand, and laughed when Kikyou flinched back, closing her eyes tight.
Kagome waved, and slipped out of the bathroom, a smile a mile wide spreading across her face. Some people were just too easy to fuck with.
Summary:
At Hanso High, hierarchy rules. There’s the preps, the skates, the punks, the Goths, the skins, the ‘too cool for school’, the nerds, and the jocks. What happens when one girl comes, and refuses to be placed in such a clique? Starring our favorite, oh so stubborn, dominating, arrogant InuYasha, and our stubborn, strong willed, crazy punk-rocker Kagome. Traditional pairings.
A/N: Here’s another chapter. Me so sorry for shortness of last! This is my apology, okay? Good.
Chapter four.
“What the hell was that!?” Kagome’s ears rang from InuYasha’s screeching.
“It’s called self defense.” She stepped over the sobbing, shaking body of Kouga Oukami.
She watched in amusement as his mouth opened, then closed, and he got a thoughtful look on his face, which was quickly replaced by a scowl. “Well, don’t do it anymore!”
She was vaguely aware of her open mouth, and the slight tick to her eye a she stared at the seething hanyou. How could HE be mad at HER?
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t defend yourself anymore, damnit.” Was he pouting? What the fuck was wrong with this dog? Maybe she should feel his nose and see if it was still cold.
“So what am I supposed to do? Get violated?” She was trying to relax, she really was. And yes, she knew she was over reacting, but that’s what InuYasha brought out in her. Sure, she’d always been stubborn and headstrong, but he just brought out the worst in her.
She gave a sigh when he stomped his foot. He could be so dramatic sometimes.
“No! You’re supposed to let ME defend you. It’s my duty.” His chest puffed out importantly, his right fist coming to bump against its hard surface.
“You’re so feudal, InuYasha.” She was shaking her head, walking slowly away from the now deflated hanyou. He sputtered, staring at her retreating back. She’d turned the corner when she realized he’d been who she was searching for, to give a sound thrashing to. She turned on her heel and walked back toward him, “Hey, InuYasha, I’ve got something to say to . . . you . . . you . . .”
“You fucking prick!” She stomped away, angrily wiping away tears that had no place on her cheek in the first place, as far as she was concerned. Why should she care? If he wants to do that, he should be able to. It’s not like she wanted him to only do that kind of thing to her, was it? She shook her head, of course not! He could do whatever the fuck he wanted.
She just kind of wished he wouldn’t.
What the fuck did that mean? Feudal, how could you be feudal? He was just, doing what he was supposed to! But, if Kagome didn’t want it, then was it what he wasn’t supposed to do? But then again, his instincts screamed for it, shouldn’t he listen? But his instincts were to please and love Kagome, but if she didn’t want him to do what his instincts were, then what the hell was he supposed to do?
Growling in frustration, InuYasha slammed his fist into the object nearest him, which just happened to be a very beat up Kouga, who immediately fell back onto the ground with a sob.
InuYasha ran a clawed hand through his hair, sighing deeply. “I just wish you could see how much you mean to me, Kagome.”
Ever since he first caught a whiff of her, she’d plagued his mind. It wasn’t like any other time he’d fallen for a girl, this time it felt . . . right. Like, he was supposed to be with her, only her. Just being near her made him feel stronger, better.
But, her rejection stung at him worse then any other had, like he depended on her acceptance. He hated depending on anyone for anything, he was strong enough to take care of himself. Except, he felt like he needed Kagome to take care of him, to nurture and love him.
She was a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, stuffed in an incredibly gorgeous outer shell, and he wanted to unwrap her, taste her, engulf her, and immerse himself in her.
“Oh InuYasha!”
InuYasha shuddered. Not Jakotsu again, oh god please. . .
“There’s my little doggy boy!” It was coming towards him, its arms opened wide and a love struck grin on its face.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Jakotsu? I.AM.NOT.GAY.” Jakotsu would just plain not leave him alone, always hounding him, grabbing his ass, making sinful gestures toward him. It wasn’t fair; he had to endure all this sexual harassment from his same sex, and be ignored by Kagome.
He would’ve preferred the one harassing him to be a woman, most preferably Kagome, but no. It was Jakotsu, the flaming fag, the woman-hater, and the sick little sadist. He had received an email once, and unsuspecting, had opened it up to find a list. A list of all the things Jakotsu would like to do with his dog.
The thought of all the pain, and blood, cold steel, made him shudder. Wasn’t pleasure supposed to be, I don’t know, pleasurable? All other emails sent to him by that address, and any other he recognized that belonged to the skins, were deleted on sight.
It wouldn’t have been so bad, he supposed, if he hadn’t hit on Jakotsu the first day of Freshman year. His hair was long, silky, and a beautiful shade of black, his features were alarmingly feminine, as was his frame. Long and lean, no muscle, narrow, soft shoulders.
As far as InuYasha was concerned, confusing Jakotsu for a woman was completely acceptable. After that day, Jakotsu had pursued him, never leaving the fact that he indeed did have dog ears, alone.
It was one thing for Kagome to touch them like she did, and he was pretty sure Jakotsu was trying to inflict the same pleasure, but knowing that pleasure came from a man, turned it to emotional anguish.
InuYasha barely registered the slip of Jakotsu’s arm around his slim waist, having been in thought of Kagome and her ear rubbing. He was now, let’s say, in a state he did not wish to be around one such as Jakotsu.
“Happy to see me, my little puppy?” His breath tickled InuYasha’s pointed ear, the voice holding all the insinuation it was possible for one voice to hold. It was then, he noticed, that he was securely placed between Jakotsu’s lean body, and the hard wall, with Jakotsu pressed uncomfortably close.
InuYasha had to look up to look him in the eye, which bothered him; why was it that the most flamboyant boy in the school had to the tallest? Excluding his brother, of course.
“Fuck off, Jakotsu.” InuYasha allowed him a warning growl, letting the tip of a pointed fang appear under his raised lip.
“Why would I want to fuck off, InuYasha, when I could fuck you?” Before InuYasha could even lift a hand to move the skinny boy off of him, Jakotsu had pressed his lips firmly against InuYasha’s, unrelenting in his effort to gain entrance into his mouth.
InuYasha regained his control, grabbing Jakotsu by the shoulders and pushing back. He didn’t budge. InuYasha panicked, pushing harder and growling loudly. He did not want anyone to see him like this, most especially---
“You prick!” Kagome. Shit. He had removed Jakotsu in an instant, pushing him to the ground as hard as he could, and delighting in the squeal the boy made. He swept his golden gaze across the hall, the empty hall, save for the two boys lying on the hard ground.
“You’re gonna be sorry for that, Jakotsu.”
“Fucking men!” Kagome cursed, throwing her bag down in the empty library, pulling a pad of drawing paper from it. The teacher had told her that she was allowed anywhere on Campus during her ‘Independent Drawing Study’, to allow her creativity to flow.
The box of supplies which Mrs. Johnson had given her, spilled across the large table, and she roughly grabbed a piece of fresh charcoal.
Brows furrowing, her hand swept madly across the large sheet of paper she’d laid out, movements rushed and angry.
“Of course he’d be like that, I mean, why tell a girl that she’s yours and then only stick with her? I’m sure he’s gotten all over this school with that ‘youkai mating’ shit.”
Her brown eyes were set intently on the page, as she mumbled angrily to herself, “But why should I care? It’s not like I like him or anything, no, no I do not. How could I like him? He’s controlling and demanding and possessive, and completely and utterly devoted. Not to mention he’s hot as hell, and funny, and his little doggy ears, oh god.” Her hand stopped moving, and she stared at the lines she’d made.
A sketchy, smeared version of the hanyou in question stared back up at her, his charcoal eyes locked onto her softened brown ones. “Ah, crap.”
This wasn’t logical, not at all. Really, how could she like a guy she’d only met a day ago? Things didn’t happen like that, no matter how much anyone wished they would, because there was no thing as love at first sight. Wait, no, not love. Like, like was as far was she was willing to go right now. Still, it didn’t make sense.
She’d liked guys before InuYasha; sure, even ‘loved’ some of them, but it was nothing like this. It scared her, how much she could like him, without even knowing him. Because, now that she thought about it, the only thing she knew about him, was that his name was InuYasha and he was an inu hanyou. She wanted to know more, and she couldn’t deny it, especially to herself.
The only reason, in which she could justify her feelings for the hanyou, was fate. Whatever gods lived up there in that big sky, or on Olympus or whatever, meant for them to be together. It was absurd, she knew, and she felt foolish for even entertaining the notion, but what other reasoning was there?
Perhaps she’d give him a chance, get to know who he was, and understand everything about him. But how would she approach him?
‘Hey, InuYasha, I’ve decided that I’ll be your woman or bitch or whatever. Right? Okay, that’s good. So, wanna go get a slice?’
She hit her head against the table, a miserable feeling settling over her as she realized she’d just put her forehead in a massive charcoal face. “Wonderful, that’s just wonderful.”
She stood, and walked for the exit of the massive library, stopping by the front desk, and shooting a glare at the small boy who snickered. “I’ll be right back.” The boy nodded, and went back to doing whatever nerdy thing he had been, a small snicker following Kagome out of the doors.
Luckily, she’d found a bathroom earlier that was just in the next building, in what the school called ‘The Student Center’. (A/N: This gay place at my school, has couches and tables and food and coffee. Has a TV too, but it’s never on anything good.)
The sink water was cold, and taking quite a bit longer then she would have liked to warm up. When it finally did, she smiled, and took a small amount of paper towels, wetting them and setting to work on removing the large black smear that graced her forehead.
In mid-scrub, the door burst open, and she heard a loud, high pitched laughter that made her shudder. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of two very black and pink girls, standing and staring at her. She smiled, “Hey.”
One of the girls gave her a look, which clearly stated that she was much too good for Kagome to be even considering talking to her, and the other stared. “Who the fuck are you?”
Kagome snorted, wiping off the last bit of black from her face, and turned to look at the girls. “That’s not being very polite, now is it? You should try something more like ‘Hello’ or ‘How ya doin?’ next time.” Tossing the soiled paper towel into the trash can next to her, Kagome made to move around them.
“Answer my fucking question, you stupid bitch.” Kagome eyed the girl who spoke so icily toward her, suppressing a laugh. She was dressed from head to toe in stripes and plaid, fishnets and black. It was utterly pathetic. Her long black hair was pulled into two braids that rested on either of her shoulders, and her gray eyes were lined with pink and black. “No one ignores Kikyou Komusume and gets away with it.”
Kagome couldn’t help it; she laughed, hard, holding her stomach in one hand and leaning the other on the wall for support. “Oh, is that so? What are you gonna do, throw your lipstick at me?”
Kikyou reddened, something that made her even more amusing to Kagome, and pointed a red finger at her. “I have my connections, loser, so don’t mess with me.”
Kagome stopped laughing. “Are you threatening me?” She allowed herself to sound serious, when she longed to laugh out loud and slap her knee.
“You better fucking believe it.” Kikyou narrowed her eyes, sending Kagome what she supposed was a ‘death glare’, which in reality made the other girl look as though she had Down syndrome.
“What a sad, sad little person you are,” Kagome sighed, and looked down at the smaller girl. “Having people fight your battles for you, wearing all that hideous clothing, and pretending you’re some badass bitch who could take down anyone. Have you even ever seen a fight?” Kagome leaned down, lowering her voice to a dangerous tone and whispered, “Because I can sure as hell show you one.” She raised her hand, and laughed when Kikyou flinched back, closing her eyes tight.
Kagome waved, and slipped out of the bathroom, a smile a mile wide spreading across her face. Some people were just too easy to fuck with.