Speak No Evil
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Speak No Evil
Speak No Evil
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Authoress: Stab My Sanity
Genre: [AU, Romance/Drama/Angst]
Rating: Adult+ [violence, language, sexual innuendoes, OOC]
Pairings: Kagome x InuYasha
Date Submitted: 11/7/09
“...” –Dialogue
* -Scene change/time pass
-‘...’ –ASL dialogue
'...' –written dialogue
//...// -Flashback
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello to everyone in the InuYasha fandom! Welcome to my first InuYasha fanfic! Hopefully this story will be worth my readers' wild. So, since this story is in its beginning stages, make sure to leave lots of feedback, okay?
PS. Since this is going to be a High School AU, everyone mentioned WILL BE HUMANS. There will be NO DEMONS, PRIESTESS', MONKS, DEMON EXTERMINATORS, ETC.
With that said, Enjoy!!
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.†. Wednesday Morning, 22 October 7:55 .†.
Higurashi Kagome walked unhurriedly past the lockers of Mastery High. A strap of her black knapsack hung loosely on one shoulder and her hands were much preoccupied with her new textbooks and series of papers in colorful folders. She frowned unpleasantly as students huddled around the disgusting shit-brown and vomit green colored metal, conversing with giddiness about some degrading rumors and other meaningless gossip.
Haven’t these kids ever heard of their ‘using your inside voices’?
...Obviously not.
After a few moments, she found herself groaning, feeling irritated with herself for SOMEWHAT understanding their loudness and such. It had been at least a month in a half since school was let back into session. Though the kids were still complaining about having to get up early once again, they were still happy in the end because it meant that they would be able to see their friends once again.
Maybe this was all just a horrible dream her mind decided to play on her.
Pinch. Oww...
...Nope. she was still in the reality of secondary school. Or what the Americans call: ‘high school’.
Damn.
Pushing the distractions out of her mind for the moment, she let her eyes look over the information on the rectangular card that she was holding in her hands. Integrated Science: Room A110.
...Now where the hell would this class be located?
She stopped in front of one door that was on her left. Cobalt eyes quickly skimmed over the wall, looking to see if the numbers (and maybe letters, if there was any) matched what was on her schedule card.
Room E110: Mr. Williams.
...What the fuck? How many 110’s were there to be a E110?
Kagome's eyebrows furrowed in agitation. Why did American schools have to be so...complicating? She fiddled with the books in her hands, careful to not drop any of her folders or the loose sheets of lined paper.
Why was the school making her travel to different classrooms for different subjects anyway? Back at her old school, Kyoto Secondary, she NEVER had to go back and forth to different classrooms. There was never any point. There was always one teacher that taught all the subjects to each grade level.
It just made everything easier for everyone.
In fact, now that she actually thought about it as she looked back to her schedule card, her old school wasn’t as large as this new school may be either.
Her eyes wandered over the large hallway again, in hope of seeing the classroom she was looking for. She could feel her nerves tighten in nervousness and anxiety when she noticed some of the students had paused in their conversations or laughter to stare at her.
“Have you ever seen that kid before?”.
“Hey, that must be that new girl from Japan.”
Kagome felt herself blush in embarrassment. Didn’t these kids know how to be at least a LITTLE inconspicuous with their curiosity? It must be part of their genes or something. ...Yeah, it must be since they still continued with the staring and whispering.
How rude.
With another collective sigh, she went back onto her search, moving gracefully, yet with a bit of clumsiness to avoid any type of contact with the crowd.
Man, was SHE wishing for the earlier loudness to come back compared to this eerie silence with occasional whispers.
She grunted in surprise as she was pushed against the lockers, her body smacking into the metal echoing loudly around her. Her hands smashed into the metal locks, taking on the form of the lock. Papers flew and scattered about, drifting down around her into a white mess. Books landed with heavy thuds, some flopped open, some didn’t.
“Oof!”. Dark bangs swung back and forth at the impact. Kagome scowled.
Strings of pain skyrocketed through her body and hands, down to her fingertips. Shit, she thought, gritting her teeth. She brought up her palms, noting the bright rosy color they took on.
Great.
She allowed herself to fall down onto her haunches, wincing a bit at the movement. She leaned forward, careful that her short plaid skirt didn’t show any of her ‘goodies’, and started to gather her books and papers.
She wanted to get everything up and continue on her way before anyone would notice her...
Got damn it!
Her cheeks took on an unnatural color of rose as she listened to the low giggles and laughter directed at her. What was so fucking funny about dropping books?
Americans were so weird.
After picking up most of her belongings, her eyes caught the corner of her red notebook, lying innocently opened, the pages facing downward. She reached her hand out to pick it up. Just as she reached out for it, another hand reached out and covered hers.
Kagome instantly bristled.
Was this the same person who had intentionally embarrassed her in front of almost the entire school? Were they coming back to finish the job?
She noted the paleness of the hand, how soft it was against hers...and the fingernails were painted black and...Pink?
“Let me help you with that”, a kind voice said softly, warm breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.
The voice was...beautiful.
Kagome nodded her thanks, a soft smile on her face.
She was glad to know that there was at least ONE sensible student in the school. She looked up to meet the most shocking pair of green eyes she had ever seen. Kagome studied the girl’s features. She noted the orbs rimmed semi-heavily in black eyeliner/mascara and how the curly chocolate brown bangs brushed gently into her line of vision, causing her to keep pushing the bangs back a bit.
She seemed pleased with the simple gesture, the brunette picked up the opened spiral notebook. She started to flip through the pages as though she owned the article. “Why haven’t I seen you around here before?”, she asked, eyes focusing on the book.
Kagome grinned sheepishly. She took a spiral book from her pile of books, flipped it open and scribbled warily along the blue lines. After a few silent moments, the brunette looking through the drawing book and Kagome scribbling, she finally twisted the purple-clad book around in her hands, showing the brunette the note.
She looked up briefly, her eyes moving hastily across the sheet. 'That’s because I'm new.'
“Ah...” Why didn’t the girl just SAY that instead of wasting paper with that?, the brunette wondered. Maybe I’ll learn why later.
Shrugging off her confusion, she returned to the notebook in hand, turning pages and studying interesting things she found. After a few minutes, she stopped on a particular page. Kagome watched as her head tilted to the side, brown hair cascading off her shoulder in ripples.
She must be examining one of my drawings, Kagome reasoned, a smile unknowingly coming to her lips.
After a moment of speculation, the brunette looked up, smiling widely. She twisted the flipped opened notebook around in her hands, showing the dark haired girl the drawings cluttering the entire page. “This is a kick ass picture.”, she complimented. “You have some mad skills. I like that.”
Kagome's smile grew wider and larger, happy – no, ESTACTIC – for the compliment.
The girl held out her hand. “I'm Sango. What's yours?”.
Sango watched in even more confusion as Kagome instead scribbled feverishly in her book. She then thrust the book into Sango's face, taking the offered hand and shaking it as she did so. Raising a brow, she read the scribbled message.
'I'm Kagome. It’s nice meeting you, Sango –chan.'
“Ah...”, she started, then shook her head. She opted to just smiling instead. “It’s nice meeting you too Kagome. So, if you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing carrying around all these books and papers with you? Didn’t you find your locker?”, she inquired.
'Oh, do you mean those metal contraptions all these kids are so fond of standing in front of instead of going to class?' Sango giggled, but still nodded. 'Yeah, then I did find my locker Sango -chan.'
“Then why ARE you lugging around all these books? We DO have small breaks between classes. You don’t need all this with you at once.”, Sango replied, handing over the still opened notebook. Big, green eyes then noticed the card in Kagome's hand and reached for it. She allowed her to take the card, submitting to whatever help the brunette was glad to give.
Hmm...
So the students here are mandated to use these ugly contraptions named lockers? Hn. This is something I'm DEFINITELY going to have to get used to...when I learn how to OPEN the damned things, Kagome mused. She grinned, scribbling down another message.
'Oh, I didn’t know that. I was never in this type of... (look at me roll my wrist) ...environment back in Japan. Thanks for the info, Sango -chan. But, since we talking about these ‘lockers’, do you think you can...um...oh this is so embarrassing...um...can you help me open mine? I don’t know how to.'
Sango looked up from the message to see cobalt eyes looking to the side, a faint red tinge on her fair cheeks. She smiled reassuringly and nodded. “Sure, I can help you Kagome. It’s nothing to be ashamed of”.
'Oh thank you very much Sango -chan! Now I don’t have to lug around all these books. (smile)'
Sango couldn’t help but giggle at the note. She looked happy enough to finally get the help she needed. “Well, since I'm going to help you back to your locker, why don’t I also help you find your first period class, okay?”, she offered.
Kagome nodded and grinned.
Sango returned the grin full-heartedly. Green eyes quickly skimmed over the information, nodding twice when she finished. “Ah, so you have Mr. Williams’s class first. I feel sorry for you Kagome”, she said, nose wrinkling in amusement. “He’s like, the strictest teacher in the whole school. You aren’t going to have much enjoyment in that class.” She handed Kagome the schedule card back.
“Anyway, his class is located on the top floor. Just go grab the elevator that’s around the corner and it’ll drop you right off in front of the classroom.”
Kagome nodded her thanks. There was a silent moment where Sango just observed the silent girl before her. She found herself wondering why the girl wouldn’t just open her mouth and speak.
Maybe she can't speak, Sango thought. Maybe she has a medical condition that keeps her from speaking...but I never heard of any kind of medical problem where you can't speak...unless she's deaf – no, she can't be deaf. She can hear me perfectly. Oh I don’t know and I shouldn’t be worrying myself with this anyway.
After finalizing her curiosity, she smiled her ever charming smile and linked her arm with Kagome's. “Well, since you now know how to get to your first period class, why don’t we head back to your locker so I can help you get it open?”, she said, giggling at the faint color that painted Kagome's cheeks.
So cute, Sango found herself musing.
“Now, come one. We don’t want to be late.” The two walked down the thinning hall, smiles apparent on their faces.
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Ah, so Sango -chan was right, Kagome mused. She had been left the brunette’s side to find her way to class. Sango had offered to help her, but she declined. She didn’t want to trouble the girl with anymore of her problems. Besides, she didn’t want the girl to start questioning her about her silence.
She didn’t feel like going into any details about it.
Now, she was standing outside of a navy blue door, a sign stating what room it was to its side. She raised a brow at the sight. She was more familiar with shoji. She didn’t know what to do with this new...something.
Reaching a tentative hand out, she rapped her knuckles on the wooden surface. She brought her hand back down and waited. A few moments later, she heard a male voice speaking and then footsteps. The door opened to reveal a man with shoulder length shaggy graying hair. He smiled at Kagome and held out a partially wrinkled hand to her.
“Good morning.” His voice was rather hoarse. Kagome guessed that the man was somewhere in his fifties. “You must be the new student that I've been expecting.” Kagome took a hold of the hand and shook it. “My name is Eric Williams. I'm going to be your Pre-Calculus teacher for the rest of the year. Please, come in and introduce yourself to the class.” He moved to the side, allowing the girl to enter. Kagome softly smiled at the man and stepped into the room.
Cobalt eyes widen slightly at the room. The classroom was not built like a regular classroom would be. Instead of desks and plastic or metal chairs attached, there were large black wooden tables with wooden benches. She noted four people were seated to each table. The table stretched upwards, making the students have to climb steps up to get to their seats. After her look-over, Kagome watched and listened as the older man quieted down the classroom of teens with simple gestures of his hands. Eric moved to stand beside the dark haired girl.
“Class, today we have a transfer student joining us for the rest of the school year. From my knowledge, she has moved from Japan, so she may not know much about America. So I want you to welcome her, is that understood?”
“Yes Mr. Williams.”, the class replied in unison.
Eric nodded his head in approval. He turned to Kagome. “You can go ahead and introduce yourself now if you would like.”, he offered. Kagome found herself nodding partly, not knowing what to do with her predicament. Sighing, she started to scribble into her notebook again, raising confusion in the class.
Finishing, she then handed the book to the teacher. He gave the girl a dubious look before reluctantly taking the notebook and reading what she wrote.
'Read Aloud: My name is Higurashi Kagome or Kagome Higurashi as Americans may pronounce it; it’s nice meeting you all. I'm seventeen and I just moved here from Osaka, Japan, so no, I don’t know much of anything about America but just from what is portrayed on television. And that’s about it. (smile)'
“Um...thank you Kagome for your, uh, unique introduction. Now, uh, why don’t you take the empty table in the back?” , the teacher said, a wrinkled finger pointing towards the empty table. The silent girl gave a slight shrug of her shoulders and then walked over to the empty table.
Once there, she shrugged her knapsack off her shoulder and dropped it onto the floor. She lowered herself onto the bench, pushing back her dark bangs from her eyes and sighed. She felt the stares and heard the whispers around her, but she paid no attention to them.
Once the teacher seen that she was settled in, he resumed to the previous lesson. As the period droned on, Kagome decided that she was too tired to pay attention in class. She laid her head down and fell into a short nap.
A few minutes later, the bell rung loudly and the students cleared out, leaving a still snoozing Kagome in her seat. Mr. Hiroshima glared at the lone new girl sleeping in the back of his classroom. Grabbing a yardstick off of his desk, he walked over to the table. He smartly rapped on the empty space beside her; she shot up like an arrow.
Eric glared at the silent girl once more before producing a simple sheet of paper on her table. “Miss Higurashi, I understand that you are a new student, but I must let you know that I do not tolerate sleeping in my class. Today and tomorrow, Kagome. Detention. After school. Until four pm.”
Kagome glared at the paper. So she had gotten herself a detention...already? And on the first day too.
This must be a new record or something.
She grunted softly, taking the paper into her clenched hand. She hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and then stepped out the room, slamming the door behind her. That’s all I fucking need, more shit to worry about, Kagome fumed. It’s just my fucking luck.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Kagome! Come sit over here!”. She noticed the brunette from earlier (Sango was the name, right?) waving enthusiastically from a seat towards the far back. She noted that there was someone else with her, but she wasn’t able to make out the features well.
“Kagome, come on!”. She sighed irritably, but nevertheless still made her way to the table. She noted the bright smile on the brunette’s face as she took a seat across from her. “Hello Kagome~!!”, she excitedly chirped.
“Hey Sango, don’t keep the lovely young lady to yourself. Be a good friend and introduce the new kid to me.”, a boy with short black wavy hair, violet eyes and a smooth attitude, said. He quietly snuck a hand over into the brunette’s lunch tray. Sango snapped her head to the dark haired boy and whacked his hand away.
“Miroku! Get away from my fries! Go get your own!” she valiantly tried to save her fries from the greedy boy.
“Aww, c'mon Sango,” the boy teased.
“No way! I'm hungry!”.
From there, the friendly bickering continued between the two. Kagome just watched in part amazement, part irritation. She was still mad with the fact that she now had detention for two days, but she tried to not let her irritation show. She soon found herself stifling a giggle when she seen Sango's cheeks turn bright red before she smacked the dark haired boy across the head.
So, THIS was how real Americans behaved? Quite funny if you asked me, Kagome bemused.
Resting her cheek in her palm, she twiddled the odd utensil through her mashed potatoes, making incomprehensible shapes. So far, she was enjoying herself just watching the American teens have it out on each other. If this was how the rest of the year was going to be like, she was going to enjoy herself very much.
“Ara...”, another voice drawled from where Kagome sat across from the pair. She glanced back to see a short girl with curly black hair to her shoulders and black framed eyeglasses standing behind her. “When are you going to give up the charade and just go out with the poor boy, Sango? Everyone knows you like him”.
The girl being addressed scowled. What was wrong with Ayumi? She was always assuming that she liked the perverted boy. Why, even if she did – not saying she does – liked him, she wouldn't ever consider going out with him; mainly because he was always flirting with some girl. She eyed Ayumi.
“How 'bout you, Ayumi? When are YOU going to give up the charade and just go out with the poor boy, Bankotsu? Everyone knows you like him”.
A quick blush came to her cheeks. “I do NOT like Bankotsu!”, she retorted.
Sango smiled and stuck out her tongue childishly. This prompted a small argument to begin between the two. Kagome watched on as the two then burst into a fit of giggles and laughter. Kagome distantly noted that the two were weird.
Miroku only sighed dejectedly, knowing his darling Sango's attention had been taken off of him. He shoved the stolen fries into his mouth as he listened to the laughing voices. Kagome simply shook her head in amusement before starting on her lunch.
A few minutes into the lunch period and of the girls’ playful badgering, Miroku asked, swinging the bendable fork around in small circles, “Um, excuse me ladies, but is any one of you two going to introduce the new girl to me?”. The two friends looked back to him and laughed softly.
“Oh yeah. Sorry ‘Roku. Miroku, Ayumi, I want you guys to meet Kagome, the brand new member of our group. Kagome, this is Miroku, our crazy best friend and the pervert of the group and this is Ayumi, our other best friend and the most talkative one of the group.”
“Why hello Miss Kagome. It is such a pleasure to be meeting you.”, Miroku said, taking her hand into his and planting a kiss on it. Kagome blushed cutely, hesitantly nodding her head. Pulling her hand away, a bit too quickly for Miroku's taste, she distracted herself by searching through her knapsack, trying to cool the frantic beating of her heart.
She never did liked it when a male, or basically anyone, touched her so...intimately. It unnerved her.
She pulled out her spiral notebook, “Messages, Notes and Everyday Life” scrawled across the cover. She pulled her hair into a side pony without the aid of a mirror before flipping open her notebook. She clicked her pen point and started scratching her pen against the lined paper. Afterward, she flipped the book around for him to see.
'It’s nice meeting you and Ayumi –chan too. You guys are so entertaining and I'm glad to now be a part of your group.' Miroku gave her a quizzical look before glancing over to Sango, who in turn shrugged her shoulders.
“It’s nice that we now have a new member of the group,” Ayumi chirped out unexpectedly. She noticed her other friends weren’t going to say anything else. She threw an arm around Sango's shoulders. Kagome noted the arm that Sango snaked around Ayumi's waist and the arm that Miroku snaked around Sango's waist and wondered distantly how far the friendship between the three went.
For the next few minutes, the three asked Kagome questions about how Japan was, how did it feel to have to transit from her traditional ways to the ways of Americans, etc. During that time, Kagome had also learned a bit about her new friends, like Ayumi was President of All Student Representative and Sango was her trusty Vice President. She also learned that Miroku loved to grope girls and ask them to be his girlfriend.
She found it quite funny when Sango threw him a dirty glare.
As the minutes dwindled down, Ayumi finally departed, saying that she had a meeting to attend to before the start of the next class. Sango and Miroku bid her off with promises of ‘meeting up later’. Soon the lunch bell rung and everyone left to their respective classes.
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Kagome reached the gymnasium and strode to the girls' changing room. She made sure to come later so she could change later than the other girls. She usually bore some kind of bruise or other abrasion on her body that would be difficult to explain and was sure would not immediately be dismissed. Her hips were hidden under her sweats, but she was still careful.
“My, my.”
She stiffened and then turned slowly around. A girl with fiery red hair, emerald green eyes and a cute smile took a step forward from her small group of three, the small smile still on her lips. “What do we have here?”, she said softly, stopping in front of the dark haired girl, her eyes trailing slowly over her, analyzing her every move. “Mm, fresh meat.” Her eyes suddenly locked onto Kagome's. “What's your name?”.
Kagome blinked in confusion. She then pointed a digit to her chest, her mind buzzing as to how to tell the girl her name. The redhead’s eyes suddenly grew dark and she took a menacing step forward.
“I asked you a question freak.”, she said in a dead tone. “You better answer me.”
Kagome shook her head; opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to let her know that she COULD NOT answer her. She then attempted to reach around the girl to get to her locker. Suddenly, the back of the redhead’s hand smashed against her cheek.
“I don’t think you heard me clearly, freak!”, the redhead sneered. She clutched the front of her white tee, slamming her back into the lockers, the locks jingling loudly from the impact. It took her a moment to recapture her breath, cobalt eyes staring in shock at the redhead.
“When I tell you to answer me, you better fucking listen, understand?”, she hissed. Kagome nodded her head frantically. “Now, since you don’t want to fucking answer me, I'm going to just tell you what I want you to do. I want you to take your shit and get away from my area.”
Kagome shook her head and repeatedly opened and closed her mouth, hoping the redhead could at least read lips.
...Nope. She can't.
Damn it.
She put her mouth next to Kagome's ear and whispered very quietly, “Since you OBVIOUSLY don’t know who I am, I will tell you. My name is Ayame, and you will do good to remember it.” Her voice was toneless and so cold that Kagome shuddered. “I will only say this ONCE. I DO NOT want you anywhere near this locker area, got it?”.
Infuriated, Kagome shook her head and pushed the girl away from her.
A fist was thrown and the argument escalated into a fight. Kagome later found herself on the ground, cheeks bruised and head pounding. Sparks of pain buzzed around in her stomach from the bruising punch. She skipped gym that day and made a visit to the nurse’s office instead.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kagome trudged up the stairs to her apartment after checking her mail. She had since served the first day of her detention. She was not quite happy having to come home, but knew she had to sooner or later. She fished for her keys when she reached the door. Upon entry, she noted the bags of groceries on the floor. Her father had been at her place. From the looks of it, she left two weeks’ worth of food. Removing her shoes, she reached for the white envelope that had been left on the kitchen counter.
She quickly read the note that was enclosed. He was going to be coming by in a few days. She peered at the cash in the envelope. The note also mentioned that the money was not for personal expenses, only business.
She shook her head in resignation. Her only living relative was rich and had a kid of his own, she heard. Her father made sure she had shelter and food as long as she did what he told her to do every week, but nothing more.
She extracted a few notes from the thick envelope and placed them on top of her desk where she could grab it on the way out the next day. The rest she hid in her vault. She put away the groceries then went to her bedroom.
She closed the door behind her, throwing her bag to the side and switching on her old boom box. She then changed out of her school uniform, hissing when a quick pain shot through her left side. She grabbed at the pained area, grimacing at the warmth emitting from it. She pulled open a drawer, retrieving antiseptic creams and clean bandage wraps.
Sitting down on the edge of her bed, she worked at dressing her injuries. Red and purple bruises began to throb in hideous pain. She bit her lower lip continuously, forcing down yelps. A few tears manage to sneak out past her screwed shut eyelids.
Finishing the last dressing, she made to put away the first-aid items then dressed into a loose fitting tee shirt. She went to another drawer, pulling out multiple orange bottles. Twisting them open, she popped a few into her mouth, swallowing dry.
She contemplated showering but she was too tired. Exhausted, she fell onto her bed and fell into a deep slumber.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kagome parted heavy eyelids weakly, startled lightly at the darkness, but calmed when she realized she was under the covers. Kagome crawled toward her frog shaped alarm clock as she tried to piece together pieces of her scattered mind. Peering into the round face through unfocused cobalt eyes, she suddenly sat up, moaning softly at the momentary dizziness.
Her skull felt like it had been crushed and the rest of her body wasn’t fairing as well.
Realizing that it was seven at night and nothing was done, she jumped off the bed. In the process of rushing, she tripped on a bundle blanket and met the floor. She took a moment to moan and curse and then got up to continue in a more careful, albeit panicked rush.
Shit!! , She thought.
She frantically washed up, threw her clothes together, along with a bath robe and bolted out of her bedroom door. In the kitchen, she flipped on the light switch, walking over to the cabinets and clattering through. Her eyes repeatedly glanced over at the clock on the wall, keeping track of the time.
If I time it just right, I should be able to get dinner ready, put Kikyou to bed and still make it in time. I hope he doesn’t get too mad at me, she pondered as she started the dinner.
“Okasan, I'm HUNGRY~!!”, a small voice squeaked out in Japanese. Kagome turned around to see a little girl with long black hair, grey eyes and chubby cheeks pout, her arms crossed with a brown teddy bear in her left hand.
Kagome felt a smile come to her face before she opened her arms. The little girl, smiling at the invitation, ran into her arms, giggling like a mad man. She wrapped short arms around Kagome's waist, burying her face into her abdomen. Kagome returned the hug.
“Okasan, I'm hungry...feed me?”. The elder of the two laughed and then patted her head. Holding her hands up, she signed, -‘Dinner will be ready soon Kikyou. Just sit tight, ne?’ , with a smile.
Kikyou nodded and removed her arms. She stepped back and opted to take her seat at the small table. She reached over and grabbed an unopened pack of chopsticks. Using her teeth, she tore through the packet and then pulled out the two sticks, separating them in bubbly excitement.
Since moving to America, Kagome had chosen to dress her apartment with original Japanese artifacts, including her mother’s archery set and her countless awards [she was a wondrous archer], her grandfather’s ancient artifacts including a small purple sphere that he said was named the Shikon no Tama that she wore around her neck faithfully, some old swords, which she made sure to keep as far away from Kikyou as possible, kimonos, etc. She didn’t particularly liked the Americanized things. The only thing she really keep was the kitchen table and chairs.
-‘Kikyou, did you shower before putting on your pajamas?’, Kagome asked, shifting her nimble fingers into the appropriate signs. Kikyou's Grey eyes watched steadily as her mother’s fingers spelled out what she was saying.
“Hai Okasan~!!”, she replied happily. Seconds later, she yawned. She rubbed sleepily at her eyes, “but I fell to sleep though.”
Her mother chuckled. -‘Don’t feel so bad about it, Kikyou. I did also.’, she admitted.
The little girl smiled, revealing a black gap beside her front tooth. Kagome returned the smile, turning around to fix the bowls of gohan with two dishes of rice balls. She placed the bowl and plate in front of her daughter and then placed her dinner across from hers. She took her seat, looking up to Kikyou who was already digging into her dinner. She leaned over and touched her daughter’s hand, drawing her attention away from her dinner.
“Yes Okasan?”, she asked.
-‘Kikyou, did you say your grace to Kami –sama?’ .
A tinge of red decorated her pale cheeks. She placed her half eaten rice ball back on her plate then clasped her hands together, bowing her head in respect. “Kami -sama is good. Kami -sama is great. Arigato for you the food we eat. Amen.” , she said in Japanese. Kagome smiled. Kikyou opened her eyes and smiled brightly. Her mother gave her the go to finish her dinner.
Kikyou piped a loud, “Itadakimasu~!!” , then dug back into her dinner.
Kagome let her smile slip off a bit as she watched her deaf daughter eat, nimble fingers teasing softly across her stomach, memories she wanted to keep buried resurfacing.
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When Kagome got home, she immediately took a shower. In the shower, her sadistic mind replayed the night’s encounters. When she stepped out, she felt like she should take another, hotter one. She felt so dirty. She was disgusted with herself for continuing to do this job. In her bedroom, she picked out another loose fitting tee shirt and put it on. She glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand. She discovered it was twelve forty-five in the morning. She suddenly felt the need to go get a drink. She stormed out of the room, accidentally knocking over a pile of neatly stacked clothes.
In the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and retrieved two bottles and went back to her bedroom. She set the drinks down onto the desk. She turned the boom box back on and turned the dial to a low volume. She didn’t want to disturb her daughter from her sleep. She popped open the disk player and put in her Paramore CD. Pushing the button until she got to her desired song, she sat down at the desk and opened one of the sake.
Later into the night, drunk beyond her mind, Kagome landed face first to her bed and fell asleep.
[End of Chapter One]
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Ending Comments::
Oh my God, I actually wrote my first Kagome x InuYasha fanfic!! **Squeals like a schoolgirl** Sorry, got a little carried way there. Anyway, so far, Kagome and Kikyou will be the only ones from Japan, which means that there will be limited Japanese words. To make it easier on the readers and me, the only time you will see any form of advanced Japanese [i.e. Itadakimasu, etc.] will be between Kagome and Kikyou because it just makes more sense. Other than that, Kagome and Kikyou will only use English, with the exception of suffixes [i.e. –chan, -sama, -kun, etc.] with other people. Hope that clears up any confusion for anyone. How was this chapter? Did you guys like it? Hate it? Please leave a review and let me know. I don’t care how short or long the review is, it’s all the same to me and if you have any constructive criticism on how to fix, if it needs any fixing that is, the chapter, I will gladly take it into consideration. Oh, and I'm looking for a beta so if anyone wants to beta my work, just say so in a review.
1. Hai: yes
2. Okasan: common/standard; addressing your mother or speaking about somebody’s mother.
3. Itadakimasu: “Bon appetite” if you're thinking French or “let’s eat” in English
4. Kami-sama: God
5. –chan: a Japanese honorific, or suffix added to the end of one’s name. It’s usually used when the person is a small child, is cute and it can be used on pets, cats, dogs.
6. gohan: rice [cooked]
Ja Ne!!
~Stab My Sanity 2009 ^_^
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Authoress: Stab My Sanity
Genre: [AU, Romance/Drama/Angst]
Rating: Adult+ [violence, language, sexual innuendoes, OOC]
Pairings: Kagome x InuYasha
Date Submitted: 11/7/09
“...” –Dialogue
* -Scene change/time pass
-‘...’ –ASL dialogue
'...' –written dialogue
//...// -Flashback
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello to everyone in the InuYasha fandom! Welcome to my first InuYasha fanfic! Hopefully this story will be worth my readers' wild. So, since this story is in its beginning stages, make sure to leave lots of feedback, okay?
PS. Since this is going to be a High School AU, everyone mentioned WILL BE HUMANS. There will be NO DEMONS, PRIESTESS', MONKS, DEMON EXTERMINATORS, ETC.
With that said, Enjoy!!
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.†. Wednesday Morning, 22 October 7:55 .†.
Higurashi Kagome walked unhurriedly past the lockers of Mastery High. A strap of her black knapsack hung loosely on one shoulder and her hands were much preoccupied with her new textbooks and series of papers in colorful folders. She frowned unpleasantly as students huddled around the disgusting shit-brown and vomit green colored metal, conversing with giddiness about some degrading rumors and other meaningless gossip.
Haven’t these kids ever heard of their ‘using your inside voices’?
...Obviously not.
After a few moments, she found herself groaning, feeling irritated with herself for SOMEWHAT understanding their loudness and such. It had been at least a month in a half since school was let back into session. Though the kids were still complaining about having to get up early once again, they were still happy in the end because it meant that they would be able to see their friends once again.
Maybe this was all just a horrible dream her mind decided to play on her.
Pinch. Oww...
...Nope. she was still in the reality of secondary school. Or what the Americans call: ‘high school’.
Damn.
Pushing the distractions out of her mind for the moment, she let her eyes look over the information on the rectangular card that she was holding in her hands. Integrated Science: Room A110.
...Now where the hell would this class be located?
She stopped in front of one door that was on her left. Cobalt eyes quickly skimmed over the wall, looking to see if the numbers (and maybe letters, if there was any) matched what was on her schedule card.
Room E110: Mr. Williams.
...What the fuck? How many 110’s were there to be a E110?
Kagome's eyebrows furrowed in agitation. Why did American schools have to be so...complicating? She fiddled with the books in her hands, careful to not drop any of her folders or the loose sheets of lined paper.
Why was the school making her travel to different classrooms for different subjects anyway? Back at her old school, Kyoto Secondary, she NEVER had to go back and forth to different classrooms. There was never any point. There was always one teacher that taught all the subjects to each grade level.
It just made everything easier for everyone.
In fact, now that she actually thought about it as she looked back to her schedule card, her old school wasn’t as large as this new school may be either.
Her eyes wandered over the large hallway again, in hope of seeing the classroom she was looking for. She could feel her nerves tighten in nervousness and anxiety when she noticed some of the students had paused in their conversations or laughter to stare at her.
“Have you ever seen that kid before?”.
“Hey, that must be that new girl from Japan.”
Kagome felt herself blush in embarrassment. Didn’t these kids know how to be at least a LITTLE inconspicuous with their curiosity? It must be part of their genes or something. ...Yeah, it must be since they still continued with the staring and whispering.
How rude.
With another collective sigh, she went back onto her search, moving gracefully, yet with a bit of clumsiness to avoid any type of contact with the crowd.
Man, was SHE wishing for the earlier loudness to come back compared to this eerie silence with occasional whispers.
She grunted in surprise as she was pushed against the lockers, her body smacking into the metal echoing loudly around her. Her hands smashed into the metal locks, taking on the form of the lock. Papers flew and scattered about, drifting down around her into a white mess. Books landed with heavy thuds, some flopped open, some didn’t.
“Oof!”. Dark bangs swung back and forth at the impact. Kagome scowled.
Strings of pain skyrocketed through her body and hands, down to her fingertips. Shit, she thought, gritting her teeth. She brought up her palms, noting the bright rosy color they took on.
Great.
She allowed herself to fall down onto her haunches, wincing a bit at the movement. She leaned forward, careful that her short plaid skirt didn’t show any of her ‘goodies’, and started to gather her books and papers.
She wanted to get everything up and continue on her way before anyone would notice her...
Got damn it!
Her cheeks took on an unnatural color of rose as she listened to the low giggles and laughter directed at her. What was so fucking funny about dropping books?
Americans were so weird.
After picking up most of her belongings, her eyes caught the corner of her red notebook, lying innocently opened, the pages facing downward. She reached her hand out to pick it up. Just as she reached out for it, another hand reached out and covered hers.
Kagome instantly bristled.
Was this the same person who had intentionally embarrassed her in front of almost the entire school? Were they coming back to finish the job?
She noted the paleness of the hand, how soft it was against hers...and the fingernails were painted black and...Pink?
“Let me help you with that”, a kind voice said softly, warm breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.
The voice was...beautiful.
Kagome nodded her thanks, a soft smile on her face.
She was glad to know that there was at least ONE sensible student in the school. She looked up to meet the most shocking pair of green eyes she had ever seen. Kagome studied the girl’s features. She noted the orbs rimmed semi-heavily in black eyeliner/mascara and how the curly chocolate brown bangs brushed gently into her line of vision, causing her to keep pushing the bangs back a bit.
She seemed pleased with the simple gesture, the brunette picked up the opened spiral notebook. She started to flip through the pages as though she owned the article. “Why haven’t I seen you around here before?”, she asked, eyes focusing on the book.
Kagome grinned sheepishly. She took a spiral book from her pile of books, flipped it open and scribbled warily along the blue lines. After a few silent moments, the brunette looking through the drawing book and Kagome scribbling, she finally twisted the purple-clad book around in her hands, showing the brunette the note.
She looked up briefly, her eyes moving hastily across the sheet. 'That’s because I'm new.'
“Ah...” Why didn’t the girl just SAY that instead of wasting paper with that?, the brunette wondered. Maybe I’ll learn why later.
Shrugging off her confusion, she returned to the notebook in hand, turning pages and studying interesting things she found. After a few minutes, she stopped on a particular page. Kagome watched as her head tilted to the side, brown hair cascading off her shoulder in ripples.
She must be examining one of my drawings, Kagome reasoned, a smile unknowingly coming to her lips.
After a moment of speculation, the brunette looked up, smiling widely. She twisted the flipped opened notebook around in her hands, showing the dark haired girl the drawings cluttering the entire page. “This is a kick ass picture.”, she complimented. “You have some mad skills. I like that.”
Kagome's smile grew wider and larger, happy – no, ESTACTIC – for the compliment.
The girl held out her hand. “I'm Sango. What's yours?”.
Sango watched in even more confusion as Kagome instead scribbled feverishly in her book. She then thrust the book into Sango's face, taking the offered hand and shaking it as she did so. Raising a brow, she read the scribbled message.
'I'm Kagome. It’s nice meeting you, Sango –chan.'
“Ah...”, she started, then shook her head. She opted to just smiling instead. “It’s nice meeting you too Kagome. So, if you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing carrying around all these books and papers with you? Didn’t you find your locker?”, she inquired.
'Oh, do you mean those metal contraptions all these kids are so fond of standing in front of instead of going to class?' Sango giggled, but still nodded. 'Yeah, then I did find my locker Sango -chan.'
“Then why ARE you lugging around all these books? We DO have small breaks between classes. You don’t need all this with you at once.”, Sango replied, handing over the still opened notebook. Big, green eyes then noticed the card in Kagome's hand and reached for it. She allowed her to take the card, submitting to whatever help the brunette was glad to give.
Hmm...
So the students here are mandated to use these ugly contraptions named lockers? Hn. This is something I'm DEFINITELY going to have to get used to...when I learn how to OPEN the damned things, Kagome mused. She grinned, scribbling down another message.
'Oh, I didn’t know that. I was never in this type of... (look at me roll my wrist) ...environment back in Japan. Thanks for the info, Sango -chan. But, since we talking about these ‘lockers’, do you think you can...um...oh this is so embarrassing...um...can you help me open mine? I don’t know how to.'
Sango looked up from the message to see cobalt eyes looking to the side, a faint red tinge on her fair cheeks. She smiled reassuringly and nodded. “Sure, I can help you Kagome. It’s nothing to be ashamed of”.
'Oh thank you very much Sango -chan! Now I don’t have to lug around all these books. (smile)'
Sango couldn’t help but giggle at the note. She looked happy enough to finally get the help she needed. “Well, since I'm going to help you back to your locker, why don’t I also help you find your first period class, okay?”, she offered.
Kagome nodded and grinned.
Sango returned the grin full-heartedly. Green eyes quickly skimmed over the information, nodding twice when she finished. “Ah, so you have Mr. Williams’s class first. I feel sorry for you Kagome”, she said, nose wrinkling in amusement. “He’s like, the strictest teacher in the whole school. You aren’t going to have much enjoyment in that class.” She handed Kagome the schedule card back.
“Anyway, his class is located on the top floor. Just go grab the elevator that’s around the corner and it’ll drop you right off in front of the classroom.”
Kagome nodded her thanks. There was a silent moment where Sango just observed the silent girl before her. She found herself wondering why the girl wouldn’t just open her mouth and speak.
Maybe she can't speak, Sango thought. Maybe she has a medical condition that keeps her from speaking...but I never heard of any kind of medical problem where you can't speak...unless she's deaf – no, she can't be deaf. She can hear me perfectly. Oh I don’t know and I shouldn’t be worrying myself with this anyway.
After finalizing her curiosity, she smiled her ever charming smile and linked her arm with Kagome's. “Well, since you now know how to get to your first period class, why don’t we head back to your locker so I can help you get it open?”, she said, giggling at the faint color that painted Kagome's cheeks.
So cute, Sango found herself musing.
“Now, come one. We don’t want to be late.” The two walked down the thinning hall, smiles apparent on their faces.
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Ah, so Sango -chan was right, Kagome mused. She had been left the brunette’s side to find her way to class. Sango had offered to help her, but she declined. She didn’t want to trouble the girl with anymore of her problems. Besides, she didn’t want the girl to start questioning her about her silence.
She didn’t feel like going into any details about it.
Now, she was standing outside of a navy blue door, a sign stating what room it was to its side. She raised a brow at the sight. She was more familiar with shoji. She didn’t know what to do with this new...something.
Reaching a tentative hand out, she rapped her knuckles on the wooden surface. She brought her hand back down and waited. A few moments later, she heard a male voice speaking and then footsteps. The door opened to reveal a man with shoulder length shaggy graying hair. He smiled at Kagome and held out a partially wrinkled hand to her.
“Good morning.” His voice was rather hoarse. Kagome guessed that the man was somewhere in his fifties. “You must be the new student that I've been expecting.” Kagome took a hold of the hand and shook it. “My name is Eric Williams. I'm going to be your Pre-Calculus teacher for the rest of the year. Please, come in and introduce yourself to the class.” He moved to the side, allowing the girl to enter. Kagome softly smiled at the man and stepped into the room.
Cobalt eyes widen slightly at the room. The classroom was not built like a regular classroom would be. Instead of desks and plastic or metal chairs attached, there were large black wooden tables with wooden benches. She noted four people were seated to each table. The table stretched upwards, making the students have to climb steps up to get to their seats. After her look-over, Kagome watched and listened as the older man quieted down the classroom of teens with simple gestures of his hands. Eric moved to stand beside the dark haired girl.
“Class, today we have a transfer student joining us for the rest of the school year. From my knowledge, she has moved from Japan, so she may not know much about America. So I want you to welcome her, is that understood?”
“Yes Mr. Williams.”, the class replied in unison.
Eric nodded his head in approval. He turned to Kagome. “You can go ahead and introduce yourself now if you would like.”, he offered. Kagome found herself nodding partly, not knowing what to do with her predicament. Sighing, she started to scribble into her notebook again, raising confusion in the class.
Finishing, she then handed the book to the teacher. He gave the girl a dubious look before reluctantly taking the notebook and reading what she wrote.
'Read Aloud: My name is Higurashi Kagome or Kagome Higurashi as Americans may pronounce it; it’s nice meeting you all. I'm seventeen and I just moved here from Osaka, Japan, so no, I don’t know much of anything about America but just from what is portrayed on television. And that’s about it. (smile)'
“Um...thank you Kagome for your, uh, unique introduction. Now, uh, why don’t you take the empty table in the back?” , the teacher said, a wrinkled finger pointing towards the empty table. The silent girl gave a slight shrug of her shoulders and then walked over to the empty table.
Once there, she shrugged her knapsack off her shoulder and dropped it onto the floor. She lowered herself onto the bench, pushing back her dark bangs from her eyes and sighed. She felt the stares and heard the whispers around her, but she paid no attention to them.
Once the teacher seen that she was settled in, he resumed to the previous lesson. As the period droned on, Kagome decided that she was too tired to pay attention in class. She laid her head down and fell into a short nap.
A few minutes later, the bell rung loudly and the students cleared out, leaving a still snoozing Kagome in her seat. Mr. Hiroshima glared at the lone new girl sleeping in the back of his classroom. Grabbing a yardstick off of his desk, he walked over to the table. He smartly rapped on the empty space beside her; she shot up like an arrow.
Eric glared at the silent girl once more before producing a simple sheet of paper on her table. “Miss Higurashi, I understand that you are a new student, but I must let you know that I do not tolerate sleeping in my class. Today and tomorrow, Kagome. Detention. After school. Until four pm.”
Kagome glared at the paper. So she had gotten herself a detention...already? And on the first day too.
This must be a new record or something.
She grunted softly, taking the paper into her clenched hand. She hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and then stepped out the room, slamming the door behind her. That’s all I fucking need, more shit to worry about, Kagome fumed. It’s just my fucking luck.
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“Kagome! Come sit over here!”. She noticed the brunette from earlier (Sango was the name, right?) waving enthusiastically from a seat towards the far back. She noted that there was someone else with her, but she wasn’t able to make out the features well.
“Kagome, come on!”. She sighed irritably, but nevertheless still made her way to the table. She noted the bright smile on the brunette’s face as she took a seat across from her. “Hello Kagome~!!”, she excitedly chirped.
“Hey Sango, don’t keep the lovely young lady to yourself. Be a good friend and introduce the new kid to me.”, a boy with short black wavy hair, violet eyes and a smooth attitude, said. He quietly snuck a hand over into the brunette’s lunch tray. Sango snapped her head to the dark haired boy and whacked his hand away.
“Miroku! Get away from my fries! Go get your own!” she valiantly tried to save her fries from the greedy boy.
“Aww, c'mon Sango,” the boy teased.
“No way! I'm hungry!”.
From there, the friendly bickering continued between the two. Kagome just watched in part amazement, part irritation. She was still mad with the fact that she now had detention for two days, but she tried to not let her irritation show. She soon found herself stifling a giggle when she seen Sango's cheeks turn bright red before she smacked the dark haired boy across the head.
So, THIS was how real Americans behaved? Quite funny if you asked me, Kagome bemused.
Resting her cheek in her palm, she twiddled the odd utensil through her mashed potatoes, making incomprehensible shapes. So far, she was enjoying herself just watching the American teens have it out on each other. If this was how the rest of the year was going to be like, she was going to enjoy herself very much.
“Ara...”, another voice drawled from where Kagome sat across from the pair. She glanced back to see a short girl with curly black hair to her shoulders and black framed eyeglasses standing behind her. “When are you going to give up the charade and just go out with the poor boy, Sango? Everyone knows you like him”.
The girl being addressed scowled. What was wrong with Ayumi? She was always assuming that she liked the perverted boy. Why, even if she did – not saying she does – liked him, she wouldn't ever consider going out with him; mainly because he was always flirting with some girl. She eyed Ayumi.
“How 'bout you, Ayumi? When are YOU going to give up the charade and just go out with the poor boy, Bankotsu? Everyone knows you like him”.
A quick blush came to her cheeks. “I do NOT like Bankotsu!”, she retorted.
Sango smiled and stuck out her tongue childishly. This prompted a small argument to begin between the two. Kagome watched on as the two then burst into a fit of giggles and laughter. Kagome distantly noted that the two were weird.
Miroku only sighed dejectedly, knowing his darling Sango's attention had been taken off of him. He shoved the stolen fries into his mouth as he listened to the laughing voices. Kagome simply shook her head in amusement before starting on her lunch.
A few minutes into the lunch period and of the girls’ playful badgering, Miroku asked, swinging the bendable fork around in small circles, “Um, excuse me ladies, but is any one of you two going to introduce the new girl to me?”. The two friends looked back to him and laughed softly.
“Oh yeah. Sorry ‘Roku. Miroku, Ayumi, I want you guys to meet Kagome, the brand new member of our group. Kagome, this is Miroku, our crazy best friend and the pervert of the group and this is Ayumi, our other best friend and the most talkative one of the group.”
“Why hello Miss Kagome. It is such a pleasure to be meeting you.”, Miroku said, taking her hand into his and planting a kiss on it. Kagome blushed cutely, hesitantly nodding her head. Pulling her hand away, a bit too quickly for Miroku's taste, she distracted herself by searching through her knapsack, trying to cool the frantic beating of her heart.
She never did liked it when a male, or basically anyone, touched her so...intimately. It unnerved her.
She pulled out her spiral notebook, “Messages, Notes and Everyday Life” scrawled across the cover. She pulled her hair into a side pony without the aid of a mirror before flipping open her notebook. She clicked her pen point and started scratching her pen against the lined paper. Afterward, she flipped the book around for him to see.
'It’s nice meeting you and Ayumi –chan too. You guys are so entertaining and I'm glad to now be a part of your group.' Miroku gave her a quizzical look before glancing over to Sango, who in turn shrugged her shoulders.
“It’s nice that we now have a new member of the group,” Ayumi chirped out unexpectedly. She noticed her other friends weren’t going to say anything else. She threw an arm around Sango's shoulders. Kagome noted the arm that Sango snaked around Ayumi's waist and the arm that Miroku snaked around Sango's waist and wondered distantly how far the friendship between the three went.
For the next few minutes, the three asked Kagome questions about how Japan was, how did it feel to have to transit from her traditional ways to the ways of Americans, etc. During that time, Kagome had also learned a bit about her new friends, like Ayumi was President of All Student Representative and Sango was her trusty Vice President. She also learned that Miroku loved to grope girls and ask them to be his girlfriend.
She found it quite funny when Sango threw him a dirty glare.
As the minutes dwindled down, Ayumi finally departed, saying that she had a meeting to attend to before the start of the next class. Sango and Miroku bid her off with promises of ‘meeting up later’. Soon the lunch bell rung and everyone left to their respective classes.
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Kagome reached the gymnasium and strode to the girls' changing room. She made sure to come later so she could change later than the other girls. She usually bore some kind of bruise or other abrasion on her body that would be difficult to explain and was sure would not immediately be dismissed. Her hips were hidden under her sweats, but she was still careful.
“My, my.”
She stiffened and then turned slowly around. A girl with fiery red hair, emerald green eyes and a cute smile took a step forward from her small group of three, the small smile still on her lips. “What do we have here?”, she said softly, stopping in front of the dark haired girl, her eyes trailing slowly over her, analyzing her every move. “Mm, fresh meat.” Her eyes suddenly locked onto Kagome's. “What's your name?”.
Kagome blinked in confusion. She then pointed a digit to her chest, her mind buzzing as to how to tell the girl her name. The redhead’s eyes suddenly grew dark and she took a menacing step forward.
“I asked you a question freak.”, she said in a dead tone. “You better answer me.”
Kagome shook her head; opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to let her know that she COULD NOT answer her. She then attempted to reach around the girl to get to her locker. Suddenly, the back of the redhead’s hand smashed against her cheek.
“I don’t think you heard me clearly, freak!”, the redhead sneered. She clutched the front of her white tee, slamming her back into the lockers, the locks jingling loudly from the impact. It took her a moment to recapture her breath, cobalt eyes staring in shock at the redhead.
“When I tell you to answer me, you better fucking listen, understand?”, she hissed. Kagome nodded her head frantically. “Now, since you don’t want to fucking answer me, I'm going to just tell you what I want you to do. I want you to take your shit and get away from my area.”
Kagome shook her head and repeatedly opened and closed her mouth, hoping the redhead could at least read lips.
...Nope. She can't.
Damn it.
She put her mouth next to Kagome's ear and whispered very quietly, “Since you OBVIOUSLY don’t know who I am, I will tell you. My name is Ayame, and you will do good to remember it.” Her voice was toneless and so cold that Kagome shuddered. “I will only say this ONCE. I DO NOT want you anywhere near this locker area, got it?”.
Infuriated, Kagome shook her head and pushed the girl away from her.
A fist was thrown and the argument escalated into a fight. Kagome later found herself on the ground, cheeks bruised and head pounding. Sparks of pain buzzed around in her stomach from the bruising punch. She skipped gym that day and made a visit to the nurse’s office instead.
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Kagome trudged up the stairs to her apartment after checking her mail. She had since served the first day of her detention. She was not quite happy having to come home, but knew she had to sooner or later. She fished for her keys when she reached the door. Upon entry, she noted the bags of groceries on the floor. Her father had been at her place. From the looks of it, she left two weeks’ worth of food. Removing her shoes, she reached for the white envelope that had been left on the kitchen counter.
She quickly read the note that was enclosed. He was going to be coming by in a few days. She peered at the cash in the envelope. The note also mentioned that the money was not for personal expenses, only business.
She shook her head in resignation. Her only living relative was rich and had a kid of his own, she heard. Her father made sure she had shelter and food as long as she did what he told her to do every week, but nothing more.
She extracted a few notes from the thick envelope and placed them on top of her desk where she could grab it on the way out the next day. The rest she hid in her vault. She put away the groceries then went to her bedroom.
She closed the door behind her, throwing her bag to the side and switching on her old boom box. She then changed out of her school uniform, hissing when a quick pain shot through her left side. She grabbed at the pained area, grimacing at the warmth emitting from it. She pulled open a drawer, retrieving antiseptic creams and clean bandage wraps.
Sitting down on the edge of her bed, she worked at dressing her injuries. Red and purple bruises began to throb in hideous pain. She bit her lower lip continuously, forcing down yelps. A few tears manage to sneak out past her screwed shut eyelids.
Finishing the last dressing, she made to put away the first-aid items then dressed into a loose fitting tee shirt. She went to another drawer, pulling out multiple orange bottles. Twisting them open, she popped a few into her mouth, swallowing dry.
She contemplated showering but she was too tired. Exhausted, she fell onto her bed and fell into a deep slumber.
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Kagome parted heavy eyelids weakly, startled lightly at the darkness, but calmed when she realized she was under the covers. Kagome crawled toward her frog shaped alarm clock as she tried to piece together pieces of her scattered mind. Peering into the round face through unfocused cobalt eyes, she suddenly sat up, moaning softly at the momentary dizziness.
Her skull felt like it had been crushed and the rest of her body wasn’t fairing as well.
Realizing that it was seven at night and nothing was done, she jumped off the bed. In the process of rushing, she tripped on a bundle blanket and met the floor. She took a moment to moan and curse and then got up to continue in a more careful, albeit panicked rush.
Shit!! , She thought.
She frantically washed up, threw her clothes together, along with a bath robe and bolted out of her bedroom door. In the kitchen, she flipped on the light switch, walking over to the cabinets and clattering through. Her eyes repeatedly glanced over at the clock on the wall, keeping track of the time.
If I time it just right, I should be able to get dinner ready, put Kikyou to bed and still make it in time. I hope he doesn’t get too mad at me, she pondered as she started the dinner.
“Okasan, I'm HUNGRY~!!”, a small voice squeaked out in Japanese. Kagome turned around to see a little girl with long black hair, grey eyes and chubby cheeks pout, her arms crossed with a brown teddy bear in her left hand.
Kagome felt a smile come to her face before she opened her arms. The little girl, smiling at the invitation, ran into her arms, giggling like a mad man. She wrapped short arms around Kagome's waist, burying her face into her abdomen. Kagome returned the hug.
“Okasan, I'm hungry...feed me?”. The elder of the two laughed and then patted her head. Holding her hands up, she signed, -‘Dinner will be ready soon Kikyou. Just sit tight, ne?’ , with a smile.
Kikyou nodded and removed her arms. She stepped back and opted to take her seat at the small table. She reached over and grabbed an unopened pack of chopsticks. Using her teeth, she tore through the packet and then pulled out the two sticks, separating them in bubbly excitement.
Since moving to America, Kagome had chosen to dress her apartment with original Japanese artifacts, including her mother’s archery set and her countless awards [she was a wondrous archer], her grandfather’s ancient artifacts including a small purple sphere that he said was named the Shikon no Tama that she wore around her neck faithfully, some old swords, which she made sure to keep as far away from Kikyou as possible, kimonos, etc. She didn’t particularly liked the Americanized things. The only thing she really keep was the kitchen table and chairs.
-‘Kikyou, did you shower before putting on your pajamas?’, Kagome asked, shifting her nimble fingers into the appropriate signs. Kikyou's Grey eyes watched steadily as her mother’s fingers spelled out what she was saying.
“Hai Okasan~!!”, she replied happily. Seconds later, she yawned. She rubbed sleepily at her eyes, “but I fell to sleep though.”
Her mother chuckled. -‘Don’t feel so bad about it, Kikyou. I did also.’, she admitted.
The little girl smiled, revealing a black gap beside her front tooth. Kagome returned the smile, turning around to fix the bowls of gohan with two dishes of rice balls. She placed the bowl and plate in front of her daughter and then placed her dinner across from hers. She took her seat, looking up to Kikyou who was already digging into her dinner. She leaned over and touched her daughter’s hand, drawing her attention away from her dinner.
“Yes Okasan?”, she asked.
-‘Kikyou, did you say your grace to Kami –sama?’ .
A tinge of red decorated her pale cheeks. She placed her half eaten rice ball back on her plate then clasped her hands together, bowing her head in respect. “Kami -sama is good. Kami -sama is great. Arigato for you the food we eat. Amen.” , she said in Japanese. Kagome smiled. Kikyou opened her eyes and smiled brightly. Her mother gave her the go to finish her dinner.
Kikyou piped a loud, “Itadakimasu~!!” , then dug back into her dinner.
Kagome let her smile slip off a bit as she watched her deaf daughter eat, nimble fingers teasing softly across her stomach, memories she wanted to keep buried resurfacing.
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When Kagome got home, she immediately took a shower. In the shower, her sadistic mind replayed the night’s encounters. When she stepped out, she felt like she should take another, hotter one. She felt so dirty. She was disgusted with herself for continuing to do this job. In her bedroom, she picked out another loose fitting tee shirt and put it on. She glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand. She discovered it was twelve forty-five in the morning. She suddenly felt the need to go get a drink. She stormed out of the room, accidentally knocking over a pile of neatly stacked clothes.
In the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and retrieved two bottles and went back to her bedroom. She set the drinks down onto the desk. She turned the boom box back on and turned the dial to a low volume. She didn’t want to disturb her daughter from her sleep. She popped open the disk player and put in her Paramore CD. Pushing the button until she got to her desired song, she sat down at the desk and opened one of the sake.
Later into the night, drunk beyond her mind, Kagome landed face first to her bed and fell asleep.
[End of Chapter One]
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Ending Comments::
Oh my God, I actually wrote my first Kagome x InuYasha fanfic!! **Squeals like a schoolgirl** Sorry, got a little carried way there. Anyway, so far, Kagome and Kikyou will be the only ones from Japan, which means that there will be limited Japanese words. To make it easier on the readers and me, the only time you will see any form of advanced Japanese [i.e. Itadakimasu, etc.] will be between Kagome and Kikyou because it just makes more sense. Other than that, Kagome and Kikyou will only use English, with the exception of suffixes [i.e. –chan, -sama, -kun, etc.] with other people. Hope that clears up any confusion for anyone. How was this chapter? Did you guys like it? Hate it? Please leave a review and let me know. I don’t care how short or long the review is, it’s all the same to me and if you have any constructive criticism on how to fix, if it needs any fixing that is, the chapter, I will gladly take it into consideration. Oh, and I'm looking for a beta so if anyone wants to beta my work, just say so in a review.
1. Hai: yes
2. Okasan: common/standard; addressing your mother or speaking about somebody’s mother.
3. Itadakimasu: “Bon appetite” if you're thinking French or “let’s eat” in English
4. Kami-sama: God
5. –chan: a Japanese honorific, or suffix added to the end of one’s name. It’s usually used when the person is a small child, is cute and it can be used on pets, cats, dogs.
6. gohan: rice [cooked]
Ja Ne!!
~Stab My Sanity 2009 ^_^