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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,903
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Why Finals Can Kiss My Ass
Hi Everyone! I started writing this story after I finished my Shakespeare final super early, and I decided to run with it. Hope everyone is enjoying their holidays!
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Ch 1 of Multiple Choice: Why Finals Can Kiss My Ass
Finals Blow. It is a universal truth for all students around the world. It also didn’t help that she had a cold, nor the fact that she couldn’t get her mind off her boyfriend. The two distractions were inconspicuously related, but no one was supposed to know that.
This film shows what theme that we have studied in class?
A. Power amongst youth/lack of
‘No.’
B. Division of the classes
‘No.’
C. Fingers slllowwwly creeping up your creamy thighs
‘Yeeeah…’
The scene continued in her vivid imagination. The goose bumps on her body almost seemed real. That is, until an unknown offender brought her back down to earth with a very grotesque sounding sneeze. She mentally gave a death glare their way.
D. Female roles and their significance
‘Sure. Why the fuck not.’
Her # 2 pencil scratched in the minty-green colored rectangle. ‘Dieeeee!!!’ She scribbled harder and harder with terrible ferocity in her eyes until- SNAP. She lazily stared down the mechanical pencil and its lack of lead at the pointy end. Casually, she turned the pencil over, and slammed it’s lame excuse for an erasure into the plastic desk. With each blow screaming ‘Fuck! This! Shit!’ She sighed defeat as she turned her pencil over and attempted to focus on the test.
Meanwhile…across the hall, a calm and collected boy with glasses glided over the scantron. A. C. C. D. A. D. A. B. C… why did he not bother to read the questions? Simple. He had an A in Russian History, and failing the final which his professor had rather dimwittedly made worth a mere test, would do jack shit to his grade. The coat went on, the glasses slid off and he casually sauntered up to the astonished teacher’s tornado of a desk, aware of the many pairs of eyes following his tracks.
“Thank you...” ‘Asshole’ And he paraded his way to sweet freedom, leaving his baffled professor with an open jaw.
He swept across the halls in an airy pride that could have gotten him into trouble, but the halls were empty, humming with the tune of the harsh lights, screaming with its doctor-white walls and occasional advertisement poster for various (and lame) clubs. A small boy with combed orange hair shuffled his way. At the loud clunks which could be identified as nothing but footsteps with a considerable amount of empty time between each, the thuds approaching fast, his eyes darted up.
“Eee.”
‘What the…’ Who DARE make such an annoying sound in school. His eyes scanned the disinfected space and squared in on the carrot-top now sprinting his way down the hall and sharply cutting the corner.
‘Yeah. That’s right freshman. RUN. Hahahaha.’ Seconds later, ‘Poor guy.’
He made his way to the nearby coffee bean on foot, and similarly headed back with two lattes warming his palms from the crisp air. Passer byers stared, but he was used to it. He had once been told that he possessed a mysterious air, a somber tone, a masculine elegance that attracted watching eyes. But only he knew why he exuded this aura; he had a secret, a very secret secret. Just as he slid into the tan leather seats of his old Mercedes, a smiling face fogged a temporary circle on the passenger window and knocked wildly on the glass.
“Yeah yeah.”
The dark brunette frantically slid in the seat, threw her bag in the back and turned her seat warmer on full blast. “God its fucking freezing. This is California for Christ sake! We’re supposed to have MILD winters, not biting cold!”
“Well maybe if you threw on a scarf once in a while…” He began handing her the gratuitous caffeine substance, but teasingly pulled it back his way the moment she went for it. She shot daggers with her eyes but to no avail, the senior guy playfully rolled his eyes and paid no attention. She pouted at the thought of what she was about to do.
“Pleeeeease?” That smug look on his face just about killed her, but in the end it was worth it…the latte was worth is. The usual playful banter continued between the two; the normal “how was it” “sucky” played out, and finally, as the parking lot slowly emptied, they parted ways. On her walk home, Kagome contemplated her latest situation.
‘I haven’t told him yet. Why haven’t I told him? It’s not like he should get all mad. It’s just a boyfriend. He’ll be happy for me!...yeah.’ At the same time already several miles away Sesshomaru down shifted and released a long sigh.
The next morning, Kagome rolled out of bed, yelled at her hair, and made a phone call.
“It’s 10:30 am on our 1st day of break, this better be good Kagome.”
“Brunch?”
“Breakfast.” He growled
“I’ll see you soon.”
And at that they hung up. The pair had been friends so long formal goodbyes were no longer necessary.
“Fuck you, you fucking red light. Move your ass.” On command, the green hailed for Kagome to step on it. She pulled up the familiar gravel driveway and raced up the stairs to the room that she might as well call her own. He was still asleep. Ohohoho, this was going to be good.
She flew - literally - onto the plaid sheets, fluffy down comforter, and the ridiculous amounts of pillows surrounding the lump sprawled in the middle of the bed.
“Wake up sleepy head.” Face down, he couldn’t help but to notice the other cushy pillows tightly pressed against him.
“Kags, your boobs are crushing me.”
“Well, EXCUSE me for being a voluptuous woman.”
“ Well EXCUSE me for being a healthy young male and noticing them.”
“Tcht. Come ON.” She shook his shoulder. “I’ll make eggs…FLUFFY eggs. Fluffy fluffy fluffy fluffy.”
“Stop! Stop before I have to kill you!”
“You know I can’t resist teasing you about your love for everything fluffy Sess. So is it eggs?”
“Waffles.”
“Fluffy waffles?” No response. “Fine you spoiled brat. Be down in 7.” He mumbled something incoherent into the flannel and heard her light footsteps fade away into the kitchen.
‘Come on…Come on? What’s that supposed to mean? Best not to dwell too much on it. But…nah.’ His hair went up into a low pony tail and he clumsily fell into his stool and watched Kagome pour the sizzling batter into his Mickey Mouse waffle maker from the time they went to Disney Land. It was a gift he’d use every time for waffles since she got it for him.
“So.” His tone announced that he expected a reply. He knew she needed to tell him something. She always did stuff like this when she needed to spill. So transparent.
Kagome, knowing that he knew this, stumbled as she found a place to start.
“You…” he offered her help.
“I…” He looked at her and coaxed her to continue with a circular hand gesture. “I…have a boyfriend.”
Waffle bits fell to the floor.
“I know, I know.”
She didn’t know.
“He doesn’t go to our school, but he’s really nice Sesshomaru, I want you guys to meet.”
He’d rip his fucking head off. He’d rip his fucking head off it he DARE touch her, or hurt her, or…‘Oh God.’
“How long?”
“About a week and a half now. Just before finals.”
Even worse.
“Cool. I’m happy for you Kags.” He was less than happy to say the very least, but nonetheless, he humbly leaned to the side and hugged his friend. “So tell me about him.”
“Well…” Kagome went on in an blissfully annoying mood about her new bo.
He needed an aspirin.
O O O O O O
It had been two days. Two days of slinking around the house in pajamas, two days of shitty Christmas movies, two days take out dinner. Worst of all, two days Kagome-less. No doubt she had been frolicking around town with her happy disposition and Kouga.
Two years ago, two excruciatingly long years ago, Sesshomaru had realized his feelings. But he also realized why he could never tell her…ever. She flip. She’d be so shocked and that shock would turn into confusion and then that into anger, and then into hate. He promised himself he would confess the moment he detected a hint of the same feeling she might have for him, but there was nothing. This way, though painful it may be, he’d still be able to be close to her. But not with HIM around.
“His malicious thoughts were put on pause by a vibrating sensation in his sweatshirt pocket. Kagome was calling.
“Sess.”
“Yeah?”
“Come ice-skating with us! They finally put up the rink!”
“Us?”
“Me and Kouga silly.”
“I don’t know Kags, I’m kind of busy.”
Currently he was sitting in his swivel chair in his pantry, swirling the pinky finger of his right hand into the caverns of his “innie” belly button. Carefully, he curled the appendage and with a soft pop, removed it from the darkness. ‘Grey’ and he casually rubbed it off onto the floor. He was deciding which soup would be tastier for lunch: chicken noodle Campbell’s or chicken noodle Progresso? It was a very important choice to make.
“No you’re not. You’re probably standing in your pantry deciding what to eat.”
Caught red handed.
“Kagome.”
“You’re not busy, you’re just lazy.”
“Kagome.”
“We’ll see you there at 4. Bring money, we’ll grab a bite to eat afterwards.”
“Kagome.”
“You want to go. I know you do.” And at that she hung up.
Sesshomaru was left with the beeping tone on the other line. He sighed, pulled the Progresso off the shelf, and continued to swivel about the kitchen on a chair that belonged in his bedroom.
O O O O O O
Sesshomaru was slouching on the green plastic bench. He would have been lying down, but there was an old woman feeding pigeons sitting next to him. The ugly grey-green birds with piercing red eyes were beginning to grow in numbers. He checked his watch. ‘They’re late.’
But they weren’t. It was 3:55. Sesshomaru sat and watched little kids twirl and fall; one kid decided he was too tired to get up again, so he simply sat in the middle of the rink, waiting for his mom or dad to drag him from the noticeable spot.
‘Heh. Me twelve years ago.’ He cracked a smile. Something he had not done in a rather long time, but as soon as it had graced his facial features, it shot back down to a neutral position as he realized the pigeons of doom were now clawing their way over his worn purple Vans. His neck twisted to glance at the lady on the other end of the bench. Surprisingly she met his eyes with and equally blank face, and outstretched a leathery hand with some birdseed.
Odd.
He accepted the funny gift, and on a whim threw it with an impeccable force towards the birds at his shoes, as if he was trying to hurt them with the beady grain. He succeeded, and they scattered off his shoes. For the 1st time in a while, he donned a toothy grin, but as the birds began flocking back, and this time with more friends, his grin became a pout.
“Hmmhm…Ha, Hahahaha!” The stranger was awfully schadenfreude and rather open about his current situation…what a pleasant woman. Just as he was about to join in, the death duo came trotting along. Sesshomaru went to meet them.
“Sess…” Kagome stared quizzically past his shoulder. “Why is that woman laughing like that?”
“Who knows.” He lied, and forcefully struck out his right hand. “You must be Kouga.”
“Yeah. Nice to meet you Sesshomaru.” They shook in equal force, and for much longer than they needed.
‘Oh Lord save us. They’re both switching to macho mode. This is going to get real good.’ “Come on guys, I know you love the intimate attention from each other, but it’s time to skate!” Kagome clasped Kouga’s hand and practically skipped her way to the kiosk. Sesshomaru was left starting at the couple as they rented their skates.
‘That used to be me.’ He thought, eyes zoomed in on their interlocking fingers. He was interrupted on his way over to join the happy couple by the short woman who had so graciously laughed at him as she, in a strange yet knowledgeable voice, said, “See you around Sonny.”
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Hope you like guys!!!! You know what to do…reviews are love. Next installment as soon as I can, but I’m going into surgery on the 3rd so it might be a while.
Thanksies!
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Ch 1 of Multiple Choice: Why Finals Can Kiss My Ass
Finals Blow. It is a universal truth for all students around the world. It also didn’t help that she had a cold, nor the fact that she couldn’t get her mind off her boyfriend. The two distractions were inconspicuously related, but no one was supposed to know that.
This film shows what theme that we have studied in class?
A. Power amongst youth/lack of
‘No.’
B. Division of the classes
‘No.’
C. Fingers slllowwwly creeping up your creamy thighs
‘Yeeeah…’
The scene continued in her vivid imagination. The goose bumps on her body almost seemed real. That is, until an unknown offender brought her back down to earth with a very grotesque sounding sneeze. She mentally gave a death glare their way.
D. Female roles and their significance
‘Sure. Why the fuck not.’
Her # 2 pencil scratched in the minty-green colored rectangle. ‘Dieeeee!!!’ She scribbled harder and harder with terrible ferocity in her eyes until- SNAP. She lazily stared down the mechanical pencil and its lack of lead at the pointy end. Casually, she turned the pencil over, and slammed it’s lame excuse for an erasure into the plastic desk. With each blow screaming ‘Fuck! This! Shit!’ She sighed defeat as she turned her pencil over and attempted to focus on the test.
Meanwhile…across the hall, a calm and collected boy with glasses glided over the scantron. A. C. C. D. A. D. A. B. C… why did he not bother to read the questions? Simple. He had an A in Russian History, and failing the final which his professor had rather dimwittedly made worth a mere test, would do jack shit to his grade. The coat went on, the glasses slid off and he casually sauntered up to the astonished teacher’s tornado of a desk, aware of the many pairs of eyes following his tracks.
“Thank you...” ‘Asshole’ And he paraded his way to sweet freedom, leaving his baffled professor with an open jaw.
He swept across the halls in an airy pride that could have gotten him into trouble, but the halls were empty, humming with the tune of the harsh lights, screaming with its doctor-white walls and occasional advertisement poster for various (and lame) clubs. A small boy with combed orange hair shuffled his way. At the loud clunks which could be identified as nothing but footsteps with a considerable amount of empty time between each, the thuds approaching fast, his eyes darted up.
“Eee.”
‘What the…’ Who DARE make such an annoying sound in school. His eyes scanned the disinfected space and squared in on the carrot-top now sprinting his way down the hall and sharply cutting the corner.
‘Yeah. That’s right freshman. RUN. Hahahaha.’ Seconds later, ‘Poor guy.’
He made his way to the nearby coffee bean on foot, and similarly headed back with two lattes warming his palms from the crisp air. Passer byers stared, but he was used to it. He had once been told that he possessed a mysterious air, a somber tone, a masculine elegance that attracted watching eyes. But only he knew why he exuded this aura; he had a secret, a very secret secret. Just as he slid into the tan leather seats of his old Mercedes, a smiling face fogged a temporary circle on the passenger window and knocked wildly on the glass.
“Yeah yeah.”
The dark brunette frantically slid in the seat, threw her bag in the back and turned her seat warmer on full blast. “God its fucking freezing. This is California for Christ sake! We’re supposed to have MILD winters, not biting cold!”
“Well maybe if you threw on a scarf once in a while…” He began handing her the gratuitous caffeine substance, but teasingly pulled it back his way the moment she went for it. She shot daggers with her eyes but to no avail, the senior guy playfully rolled his eyes and paid no attention. She pouted at the thought of what she was about to do.
“Pleeeeease?” That smug look on his face just about killed her, but in the end it was worth it…the latte was worth is. The usual playful banter continued between the two; the normal “how was it” “sucky” played out, and finally, as the parking lot slowly emptied, they parted ways. On her walk home, Kagome contemplated her latest situation.
‘I haven’t told him yet. Why haven’t I told him? It’s not like he should get all mad. It’s just a boyfriend. He’ll be happy for me!...yeah.’ At the same time already several miles away Sesshomaru down shifted and released a long sigh.
The next morning, Kagome rolled out of bed, yelled at her hair, and made a phone call.
“It’s 10:30 am on our 1st day of break, this better be good Kagome.”
“Brunch?”
“Breakfast.” He growled
“I’ll see you soon.”
And at that they hung up. The pair had been friends so long formal goodbyes were no longer necessary.
“Fuck you, you fucking red light. Move your ass.” On command, the green hailed for Kagome to step on it. She pulled up the familiar gravel driveway and raced up the stairs to the room that she might as well call her own. He was still asleep. Ohohoho, this was going to be good.
She flew - literally - onto the plaid sheets, fluffy down comforter, and the ridiculous amounts of pillows surrounding the lump sprawled in the middle of the bed.
“Wake up sleepy head.” Face down, he couldn’t help but to notice the other cushy pillows tightly pressed against him.
“Kags, your boobs are crushing me.”
“Well, EXCUSE me for being a voluptuous woman.”
“ Well EXCUSE me for being a healthy young male and noticing them.”
“Tcht. Come ON.” She shook his shoulder. “I’ll make eggs…FLUFFY eggs. Fluffy fluffy fluffy fluffy.”
“Stop! Stop before I have to kill you!”
“You know I can’t resist teasing you about your love for everything fluffy Sess. So is it eggs?”
“Waffles.”
“Fluffy waffles?” No response. “Fine you spoiled brat. Be down in 7.” He mumbled something incoherent into the flannel and heard her light footsteps fade away into the kitchen.
‘Come on…Come on? What’s that supposed to mean? Best not to dwell too much on it. But…nah.’ His hair went up into a low pony tail and he clumsily fell into his stool and watched Kagome pour the sizzling batter into his Mickey Mouse waffle maker from the time they went to Disney Land. It was a gift he’d use every time for waffles since she got it for him.
“So.” His tone announced that he expected a reply. He knew she needed to tell him something. She always did stuff like this when she needed to spill. So transparent.
Kagome, knowing that he knew this, stumbled as she found a place to start.
“You…” he offered her help.
“I…” He looked at her and coaxed her to continue with a circular hand gesture. “I…have a boyfriend.”
Waffle bits fell to the floor.
“I know, I know.”
She didn’t know.
“He doesn’t go to our school, but he’s really nice Sesshomaru, I want you guys to meet.”
He’d rip his fucking head off. He’d rip his fucking head off it he DARE touch her, or hurt her, or…‘Oh God.’
“How long?”
“About a week and a half now. Just before finals.”
Even worse.
“Cool. I’m happy for you Kags.” He was less than happy to say the very least, but nonetheless, he humbly leaned to the side and hugged his friend. “So tell me about him.”
“Well…” Kagome went on in an blissfully annoying mood about her new bo.
He needed an aspirin.
O O O O O O
It had been two days. Two days of slinking around the house in pajamas, two days of shitty Christmas movies, two days take out dinner. Worst of all, two days Kagome-less. No doubt she had been frolicking around town with her happy disposition and Kouga.
Two years ago, two excruciatingly long years ago, Sesshomaru had realized his feelings. But he also realized why he could never tell her…ever. She flip. She’d be so shocked and that shock would turn into confusion and then that into anger, and then into hate. He promised himself he would confess the moment he detected a hint of the same feeling she might have for him, but there was nothing. This way, though painful it may be, he’d still be able to be close to her. But not with HIM around.
“His malicious thoughts were put on pause by a vibrating sensation in his sweatshirt pocket. Kagome was calling.
“Sess.”
“Yeah?”
“Come ice-skating with us! They finally put up the rink!”
“Us?”
“Me and Kouga silly.”
“I don’t know Kags, I’m kind of busy.”
Currently he was sitting in his swivel chair in his pantry, swirling the pinky finger of his right hand into the caverns of his “innie” belly button. Carefully, he curled the appendage and with a soft pop, removed it from the darkness. ‘Grey’ and he casually rubbed it off onto the floor. He was deciding which soup would be tastier for lunch: chicken noodle Campbell’s or chicken noodle Progresso? It was a very important choice to make.
“No you’re not. You’re probably standing in your pantry deciding what to eat.”
Caught red handed.
“Kagome.”
“You’re not busy, you’re just lazy.”
“Kagome.”
“We’ll see you there at 4. Bring money, we’ll grab a bite to eat afterwards.”
“Kagome.”
“You want to go. I know you do.” And at that she hung up.
Sesshomaru was left with the beeping tone on the other line. He sighed, pulled the Progresso off the shelf, and continued to swivel about the kitchen on a chair that belonged in his bedroom.
O O O O O O
Sesshomaru was slouching on the green plastic bench. He would have been lying down, but there was an old woman feeding pigeons sitting next to him. The ugly grey-green birds with piercing red eyes were beginning to grow in numbers. He checked his watch. ‘They’re late.’
But they weren’t. It was 3:55. Sesshomaru sat and watched little kids twirl and fall; one kid decided he was too tired to get up again, so he simply sat in the middle of the rink, waiting for his mom or dad to drag him from the noticeable spot.
‘Heh. Me twelve years ago.’ He cracked a smile. Something he had not done in a rather long time, but as soon as it had graced his facial features, it shot back down to a neutral position as he realized the pigeons of doom were now clawing their way over his worn purple Vans. His neck twisted to glance at the lady on the other end of the bench. Surprisingly she met his eyes with and equally blank face, and outstretched a leathery hand with some birdseed.
Odd.
He accepted the funny gift, and on a whim threw it with an impeccable force towards the birds at his shoes, as if he was trying to hurt them with the beady grain. He succeeded, and they scattered off his shoes. For the 1st time in a while, he donned a toothy grin, but as the birds began flocking back, and this time with more friends, his grin became a pout.
“Hmmhm…Ha, Hahahaha!” The stranger was awfully schadenfreude and rather open about his current situation…what a pleasant woman. Just as he was about to join in, the death duo came trotting along. Sesshomaru went to meet them.
“Sess…” Kagome stared quizzically past his shoulder. “Why is that woman laughing like that?”
“Who knows.” He lied, and forcefully struck out his right hand. “You must be Kouga.”
“Yeah. Nice to meet you Sesshomaru.” They shook in equal force, and for much longer than they needed.
‘Oh Lord save us. They’re both switching to macho mode. This is going to get real good.’ “Come on guys, I know you love the intimate attention from each other, but it’s time to skate!” Kagome clasped Kouga’s hand and practically skipped her way to the kiosk. Sesshomaru was left starting at the couple as they rented their skates.
‘That used to be me.’ He thought, eyes zoomed in on their interlocking fingers. He was interrupted on his way over to join the happy couple by the short woman who had so graciously laughed at him as she, in a strange yet knowledgeable voice, said, “See you around Sonny.”
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Hope you like guys!!!! You know what to do…reviews are love. Next installment as soon as I can, but I’m going into surgery on the 3rd so it might be a while.
Thanksies!