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* I was being chased by a pack of rabid, pink wolf-dogs who's breath smelled like whipped cream. I kid you not, it had the sweet, sticky scent of the artificially flavored flavoring, and it turned my stomach. I hate whipped cream, even in my root beer floats or on top of my tall-white-super-calla-fragilicious-expialidocious latt�'s. No siree-bob, that stuff is not for me. Anyway, I was running like mad away from these pink dogs, and in my path was a flawless white picket fence. It reminded me of the Brady Bunch... perfect and very 'The American Dream' like. A couple acres away from this picket fence was sophisticated, white, two story house with a couple of cows surrounding it. This didn't strike me as odd, even though generally cows were kept away from the living places of the farmers. Number one, cows smell. They deplete the ozone layer, too. Number two, they're vicious creatures. Not many people know this, but a cow's got a kick strong enough to kill a man, if their farts don't first. So suddenly one of the whipped cream smelling dogs pounced on my back, sending me sprawling through the fence. I landed rather roughly on my stomach, then rolled over to face my certain demise. I squeezed my eyes shut. Something leaped on my stomach, but this something wasn't... well, it wasn't exactly very heavy. Surprised, I opened both my eyes, and came face to face with a rooster's butt. Ew. The rooster waved it's tail back and forth on the underside of my nose in the most annoying way possible. For some reason, it seemed to be intentionally trying to tickle my nose. *achoo* The rooster turned to look at me, and then it laughed. For some reason, Mister Rooster bared an uncanny resemblance to Mister Miroku. Miroku-rooster resumed tickling my nose with his tail feathers. Annoyed, I socked Miroku-rooster in the side. He let out an offended squawk, then pecked me in the chest. I shot into a sitting position, in my bed, wide awake. Weird dream. Weird weird dream. The boys were surrounding me with identical Cheshire grins on their faces, Miroku's smile the widest. He was holding a feather and his finger was poised in a poking position. I shot him a look that could freeze fire. "What the hell are you guys doing?" I asked groggily, running my fingers through my hair. Their smiles widened, and I noticed that each of them were holding several plastic bags that were bulging with.. something. I peered at them curiously. "What's that?" Miroku opened one bag. My eyes widened. "Lordy, that's a LOT of toilet paper!" Chapter Nine: I'm too sexy by Clara HAPPY BIRTHDAY That's exactly what it said in huge, I kid you not, HUGE letters created by quilted-easier-on-your-butt toilet paper scraps, all over the lawn in front of Sango's dormitory room. On two windows on the fifth floor of the school's building were huge dots made out of whipped cream, and a few floors under that was a huge swoop, creating a gargantuan whipped cream smiley face. Sango and Kikyo's room made the nose. Eiji and Miroku did the smiley face. I'm not entirely sure how, and when Eiji tried to explain the mathematics to it, I didn't understand so therefore I�m not going to explain. Eiji's a boy genius. He's fifteen years old, while the rest of us our seventeen, and he's in our grade. The tree's all over St. Bernard's School for Special Girl's were strung with long strands of toilet paper which swung in the wind as a clown-like pendulum. Confettied around the school were dozens and dozens and dozens of torn up scraps of toilet paper�a bitch for the people who would have to clean up the mess. Especially after the sprinklers went on. What we did was the most awesome TPing job in the world. * When we all woke up the next morning, St. Bernard's School for Special Boys AND the school for Special Girls were all buzzing with this amazing vandalization. Rumors were flying around about just who did this and whom it was for, but luckily for us no one thought to bring up our names or mentioned that it was Sango's birthday. Whether people were trying to be discreet, or a lot of people REALLY didn�t know it was Sango�s birthday, I couldn�t tell you. As I made my way to History, though, Inuyasha came charging at me and nearly bowled me over. He swung his arm over my shoulders, then grinned wide enough to make the Cheshire cat jealous. That made me slightly nervous. Inuyasha was not the hyper type. "Kagome," Inuyasha declared. I swear he declared my name. "It's Sango's birthday, right?" "Riiiiight..." I peered at him out of the corner of my eyes. "What're you getting at?" "Weellll..." He suddenly released me and did a little unnerving dance, complete with hip thrusts, that decidedly reminded me of Miroku. I took a step back. Inuyasha was acting weeeeird. "Pary hearty at Sango's!" he crowed, and the late bell rang. Automatically, he stopped his weird little dance, then acquired this curious 'oh shit' look, and charged towards History. Leaving stupid me to stupidly stare at his stupid back. "Party?" I stood there for a few more moments as the hall cleared, when I realized just WHY the hall was clearing. "Oh HELL!" I darted from my spot and rushed to History. "Stupid Inuyasha!" When I got to class a good ten minutes after the late bell rang, every student was sitting respectfully in their seats. Professor Myouga stared at me skeptically over his wiry glasses, then heaved a great sigh. "Kagome... you do know that you're a great student in my class.." "Thank you, Professor, Myouga," I said meekly, bowing my head in respect. "..and you DO try hard.." "Yes, Professor Myouga.." "But coming to my class ten minutes late with no excuse is an automatic detention. I'm sorry, Kagome, but I cannot break the rules." I could hear Inuyasha snickering. Oh, let me tell you, was I going to kill him. However, since I got the distinct feeling that killing Inuyasha wouldn't do much good for my record, I simply nodded to Professor Myouga and wandered to my seat. Inuyasha flashed me a toothy grin, and as Myouga turned his back to us to write on the bored, I responded by flipping him off. I wonder�how come it's so easy to hate someone you lo�LIKE so much? * Let me skip to Psychology. We've had an interesting time in Psychology these past few weeks... teachers after teachers have been hired then quit or fired usually in the span of a day, so whenever block five rolled around, Inuyasha, Miroku and I had an interesting time trying to figure out what the new teacher would be like. Yes, Miroku was in this class. He decided to drop Economics. Go figure. "Maybe he's like Myouga. You know, pint sized and hilarious." "I doubt it. He's probably going to be tall with stringy white hair and a monotonous voice. All Psychology teachers are." "Hey, maybe it's a girl." Miroku and Inuyasha paused from walking, glanced at each other, then glanced at me as if I had grown a third head. "Oh, sure, you really think some lady in her right mind is going to work in a school full of boys?" Inuyasha, the ever sensible, or in this case, insensible one said. "What about Lady Kaede?" I asked as we resumed walking. Miroku shrugged. "Kaede's a completely different story. She's a withered old bat with only one real.. one real.." Have you ever gotten the feeling where some dangerous person is walking behind you? You know, where the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and goosebumps rise on your arms? Yeah, well.. "'Withered old bat'?" Lady Kaede said from behind us. "That's a new one from you, Miroku. Whatever happened to 'old kook' and 'crazy old lady'?" Miroku turned around and plastered on his best innocent smile, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. "Uhm, you've been upgraded?" "That's it, Miroku! For your impertinence, detention!" I grinned smugly at Miroku. He had this great disbelieving look on his face. Lady Kaede ambled away from us, muttering something about the youths of society and how we were slowly corrupting the world. Oh, sure, blame the world's problems on a couple of teenagers. Well, Miroku excluded. The following words uttered from Miroku's mouth I'll exclude, due to the fact that these words should not be repeated for the sanity of some people. Trust me, even Inuyasha winced. "Hey!" I cut in, interrupting his rather... florid vocabulary. I do believe the only reason why he stopped his rant was because my voice had a rather excited tone to it. I couldn't help it. Visions from "The Breakfast Club" were dancing around like sugarplum faeries in my head. "You have detention with me! Ha!" "You don't have to sound HAPPY about it!" My day was already brighter. Getting revenge/vengeance/whatever on Miroku was always fun. I walked with a much lighter step to Psychology. We entered the classroom a good two minutes before the bell rang and slid into our usual seats in the back. Then, of course, started talking. The bell rang, and the chatter continued. What were we supposed to do? The teacher had yet to make an appearance, and, well, we were hungry. After all, it was the block before lunch. Good lord, if I wasn't careful, I was going to turn into a boy! Thinking with my stomach and all, that is. Five minutes after the bell rang, however, a young man walked in. So young, in fact, I thought he was one of the students, and didn't stop my annoyed cursing at Inuyasha. He was flicking around a stupid paper football with Eiji and it had somehow flown off course and landed straight in my eye. Paper cuts on eyeballs were NOT fun. While I was rubbing my wounded eye, I watched with slight fascination as the young man took his seat in the center of the room at an immaculate desk. He caught my eye and smiled, then went on to look at each student in the eye, analyzing them. I could almost see him gather information on each student, then mentally storing each bit of gathered data in a mind-filing cabinet. Okay, so maybe I was slightly paranoid. I blame it on all those weird dreams... I glanced at the clock. Ten minutes had passed since the teacher had walked in, and he had yet to say something. I guess the other's were also starting to feel slightly nervous, because the restless chatter died away to a slightly worried murmur, then finally to nothing. We were all now watching the teacher with rapt attention, perhaps each slightly scared of him in our own way. As soon as the last voice died away, the young man stood up, rocking on the balls of his feet for a moment. He reached over and grabbed a teddy bear from his desk, and I was wondering how I could have possibly over looked that. There weren't many guys who had teddy bears, and the one's who did were usually far from willing to admit they did, unless it was a gift from a girlfriend or something. However, I didn't see any hearts or 'I love you's' on it, just one eye and a half a nose. "This is Chad," the teacher suddenly said, startling half the students. He smiled slightly and walked to the front of his desk. He lifted 'Chad' slightly above his head, eyes still on each individual student. "Chad had a bad day today. He lost his girlfriend, his job, totaled his car, missed the Super Bowl, and is neck high in debts. So now Chad's at the top of a building. Chad doesn't want to live anymore. What does Chad do?" The teacher ignored the raised hands, for a good reason. I could just imagine what the boys around me were thinking, especially Miroku. His hand was up there, along with other students in the class. "Chad jumps." With that, he dropped the scruffy bear. Chad landed flat on his noseless face. "Chad dies." The teacher picked the bear up again. "If you were a scientist, Mr. Priest, what would you observe?" Miroku blinked. It was fairly obvious that my dark haired friend had NO idea the new teacher knew his name. "Uh.. they would examine his... guts?" Insert laughter here. "Correct!" the teacher said, beaming. The laughter automatically faded away, and each student looked at the man standing in front of the room with confusion. "A scientist would study the remains... his body, how far up he was, if he died during the fall or after, and if he had been using any illegal substances. Now," the teacher placed the bear above his head again. "Chad's back on top of the building, alive again because of the miracles of medicine. He's depressed again. His wife left with his two kids, his company crashed, therefore leaving him jobless, and is still neck high in debts, even more now since he had been in the hospital from the last time he jumped from the fifteenth story of a building. So Chad jumps again, and once again," he dropped the bear, "dies. Now, you." He pointed a short kid sitting in front of me. "This time, if a psychologist were to look at Chad, what would they look at?" "His... uh... brains?" The teacher smiled. "Partially correct, but to be more specific, they would look at his mind. What were the reasons why he died, what could he have possibly been thinking, and how he was feeling before he died." The smile widened. "Perhaps they would even study why he chose to do it twice." The teacher bent down and picked up the bear again, then placed him back on the desk. He walked over to the overhead projector and turned it on. "Psychology is a systematic, scientific study of behaviors and mental processes. We use Psychology to study human behavior, i.e., the way we think, our unconscious mind, and how we feel. Contrary to popular belief, Psychology IS a science.." It went on much like this, the teacher explaining different points of psychology while using various types of demonstrations. He had a way of talking to us that made us, or at least me feel almost equal to him. As if he wasn't older, but my age. Perhaps it was because he looked so young, too... When we left the class, Miroku brought up a wonderful point. "Hey, the teacher didn't say what his name was..." he stated as we walked to lunch. I blinked over at him. "Man, I didn't even notice..." Inuyasha mumbled, and I nodded in my agreement. We all had this slightly transfixed looks on our faces, as if we had been hypnotic.. hypnotized... "AIIIIEEEEEE!!!!" Miroku and Inuyasha glanced at each other as I went zooming down the hall as if hell were at my heels. "What's with Kagome?" "Beats me." * Party time. School's boring, so let's get on with the interesting stuff. VERY interesting stuff. As mentioned previously, I've never swallowed a drop of alcohol in my life, so you can just imagine what it was like for me when I decided, well, hey, there's a bottle of vodka in front of me! I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyway, straight after school on Friday we headed to Sango's house. Her parents were out for the night on a business trip (they complained and whined and cried about it because they didn't want to leave Sango on her birthday), and Sango had somehow managed to convince her younger brother, Kohaku, to spend the night at my house. Confused? Well, you have every right to be. To briefly explain, Kohaku had been dropped off by their parents at Sango's school because they had to leave right away and there was no way they would leave their precious eleven year old son by himself at their house. This was during lunch because Kohaku had no school that day. Unfortunately, Kohaku had gotten too bored to wait for Sango (and, consequently, didn't go to the office like he was told to), and caught sight of my brother playing hackey-sack with Shippou across the street. So, Sango's younger brother decided to run across the street to OUR school and ask if he could play. Completely forgetting to tell Sango. Luckily, everything worked out in the end. Miroku recognized Kohaku and hauled both him and my brother to ME for some odd reason and left them in my care. Souta had to go to his sixth block class, so I ended up dragging around Kohaku to each of my classes. So, anyway, Sango met us in front of the school with Kikyo and another girl I didn't know. By that time Kohaku had already convinced himself that he was spending the night at my house, whether Sango liked it or not. In which she informed him that she liked that plenty. So that brings us to the party. Somehow, there was alcohol. I don't know where if came from, and I don't know HOW it got there, but since it was just my small group and a couple of other people whom they seemed close to, I was assured that this alcohol was safe. Besides, everything I drank, either Inuyasha or Miroku or Sango drank first. Alcohol can be very fun. I'm not recommending it, let me tell you, but some of the things it makes intoxicated people do.. well.. Could you imagine Miroku and Inuyasha dancing on a table? To clarify that rather sketchy statement (in fear that some people might actually think they were dancing TOGETHER...), Inuyasha and Miroku decided to put on a... show for Sango. Somehow, they had managed to get a copy of the 'Right Said Fred' CD. I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love Love's going to leave me.. Miroku let out a rather animalistic howl when that line came on, and he and Inuyasha hopped onto the table, dancing seductively to the music. I stared at them with huge eyes for a moment, then glanced at the bottle of beer in my hand (yes, I was mixing beer with vodka. Never, EVER do that). I wondered what percentage of alcohol I would need in my blood before I started to see things. Somehow, though, I didn't think a half a bottle of beer would do it. After pondering about how much alcohol I had consumed, I began to wonder how much alcohol Inuyasha and Miroku had consumed. They were no lip-synching to the song and... well.. gradually stripping down to their bare essentials. This was killing half the girls at the party, who were either trying to grope at the two boys, or in my and Sango's case, laughing their heads off. Especially when Miroku 'shook his little tush on the catwalk'. I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt So sexy it hurts Inuyasha tore off his shirt, and the crowd howled their appreciation, me included. I did it 'jokingly', though, but in reality I was checking out that great.. ahem.. BUTT. Hey, I was intoxicated, okay? To my surprise, at my left, Kikyo was cat-calling along with me. I glanced at the bottle in her hands, then grinned. Guess even the ice queen goes a little crazy after a couple of drinks. Speaking of drinks... I grabbed another drink from the table beside me. It was open, but I didn't really care. I'm stupider than Hojo. And I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan New York and Japan And I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party No way I'm disco dancing Miroku, who's shirt had just been ripped off by SANGO, of all people, did a little disco move. Inuyasha, on the other hand, was alternating between dancing seductively and glancing at me in surprise. "Kekki?!" he shouted over the music. I nearly dropped my bottle, and Miroku and Sango froze. Then I looked down. Insert as many curse words as you can right about here. "Yeah!" Miroku suddenly shouted, drawing Inuyasha's attention to him. "Kagome.. ah.. had to run home for.. ah.." Unfortunately alcohol muddles up your brain. As my face began to deteriorate in a slow burn, Miroku struggled for an excuse. "Because my mom wanted him to come home, cuz he got into some trouble," I filled in for Miroku hastily. My face was still bright red, and I brought the bottle that I had snatched to the table to my lips, trying to hide behind it. Of course, OF COURSE I would the major idiot and unbutton the first few buttons of my shirt because I was hot or something.. "..Oh," was Inuyasha's hesitant reply. Both Kikyo and him were staring at me with perplexed faces, but thankfully they were a bit too drunk to really think about it. I took a loooong swig from the drink, then choked and nearly spit it out. It tasted nasty, and I had the uncomfortable feeling that someone was mixing rubbing alcohol with some strawberry flavor. At least, that's what it tasted like. Later on I would realize that I was drinking straight up vodka. From the bottle people usually used to pour shots with. I'm a model, you know what I mean And I do my little turn on the catwalk Yeah, on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah I do my little turn on the catwalk Inuyasha yanked me up onto the table, nearly knocking me over. Actually, he DID knock me over, but he caught me before I could go flying. I could feel my face turn maroon, and at the same time I could feel the angry daggers being glared into my back from a certain irate Kikyo. Goosebumps rose on my arms, but I couldn't tell whether they were from Kikyo's killer gaze or the fact that I was pressed up against Inuyasha, who was naked from the waist up. Somehow, I had the feeling it was from the latter. "Inuyasha.. what.." "Shh." He placed a finger over my lips, then looked at me square in the eye. "I'm totally and completely wasted. I mean, I probably won't remember h.." he stumbled over the next word, "..half the things I've done tonight, and everything I'll remember I'll most likely regret. So, at least let me do one thing I wuh-won't regret.." He carefully pried the bottle of alcohol out of my hands and handed it to Miroku, who was watching with VERY interested eyes. Actually, everyone in the room was. My heart did a couple backflips, and Inuyasha kissed me. For a moment, I was too stunned to reply. Then, in the sudden onslaught of cheering and laughter that faded into the background, I hesitantly returned the kiss. It was a kind of clumsy kiss, and I know both of our breaths reeked, but the point is.. the point is.. This was my first kiss. Stupid, stupid Inuyasha. .:end chapter nine:. A couple of things you might want to know about the next chapter. There IS going to be Inuyasha and Kagome romance, drama with Souta and the bullies, Yura�s pyschoticness, a dance, and.. some new twists. *ducks insane people for ending with a cliffhanger, and for this chapter being slightly shorter than the rest, AND for it being forever since she updated* I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I really didn't intend for this to be a cliffhanger, but it ended well right there.. I really should fix all the errors in the past chapters of School Daze. I made so many. o___o; |