19Though it had hardly occurred to Kagome at the time, it was surely occurring to her now. The period she had with the crazy teacher with the too cheery voice was also her lunch period. This meant that, when she had wanted to be free of the Youkai twins as she ate her homemade meal, she couldn't. Not that she would have been completely alone anyways. Many kids from the next door classrooms came over to talk to their friends; some of them came from other classrooms to look at who had caught the eyes of so many this morning. They ranged from playboys to scoffing nerds to curious rejects to seething girls jealous at the sudden attention she was getting; especially from Sesshoumaru and InuYasha.
Kagome did not look at the jealous girls. Personally she wanted to tell them that if they wanted to Youkai twins' attention, then they could have it. Gods knew how much she didn't want it. Both of them had used her desk to set their lunches on without asking her and tried to come up with questions for her.
"What's your favorite color?" Sesshoumaru would ask.
"None of your business," she would reply.
"What about your favorite things?" InuYasha would take his turn.
"Why should I tell you?" Kagome would answer.
"Have you ever been laid?" they both would ask in unison. Looking up from her lunch just as a piece of rice was going to enter her mouth, Kagome took on a surprised expression before glaring at them.
"No," she answered simply, obviously annoyed that they would ask her such a question although something like anger sparked behind her eyes. The only reason why she had given an answer was because if she hadn't they'd make up their conclusions—and what kind of conclusions would that be she was scared to find out. It was clear that she was getting annoyed with their company. One was enough for her to handle but put them together and they might as well have a triplet. Sighing to herself, she cocked an eye at the now silent Youkai twins. InuYasha gave her a wink before he took up his lunch and went back to his own classroom. This left her once again with Sesshoumaru. His eyes were looking at the table and he was thinking. About what she had no idea and didn't care. There was something, however, she did care about.
"Are you going to apologize?" she asked him, poking him in the shoulder with the clean end of her chopsticks. This took him out of his stupor as he gave her a confused look.
"Apologize…?" he repeated, not sure what she meant. Kagome pointed to his lunch on her desk.
"For two things actually. The first would be the invasion of my desk with InuYasha's and your lunch and the second one would be for asking that obscene question. You don't know me, Sesshoumaru. You have noticed me only this year out of all the years I have been in your class. Sesshoumaru…you don't interest me simply because I might as well have been the gum beneath your shoe just yesterday. Not that I minded really…seeing as how many girl's hearts you've broken since Junior High. Though you're an interesting person, you aren't my friend and therefore you have no right to eat at my desk or ask me such questions," Kagome explained, placing her chopsticks across the tray that kept her food. Sesshoumaru took on a sort of shocked tone. She could understand why.
He was taller than most Japanese guys and had a much better body than the majority of her peers. His smile was enough to make even older woman interested in him. His eyes had a depth of maturity that most high school boys have not yet reached and he had a way of making even his immature actions seem mature. The words that she had spoken sounded much like the words of rejection—something that Sesshoumaru had probably never experienced before.
Without a word, the boy took on a smirk, leaned forward, and caught Kagome's lips. She backed away immediately, staring at him with a surprise and shocked expression. He just kept on smiling evilly until the bell rang for them to end lunch and go back to their studies. With Sesshoumaru next to her, all Kagome could wonder was why her.
"I always do what the hell I want regardless of what the other person wants," he replied simply. Kagome's knuckles were white from clutching the desk too hard. Force it down, force it down, she thought, closing her eyes as she fought back both a scream and a blush. You could fry an egg on her face, informing her that she had failed the latter of her goals. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
"So, you're not even going to say sorry?"
"Why should I? You liked it, come on, Kagome," he mused, taking a strand of her hair and twirling it in between his fingers. The strands were pulled from his grip as Kagome moved her hand, glaring at him. Her newfound confidence surprised her—or maybe she was just angry.
"Go. Away," she hissed. Sesshoumaru stayed where he was, taking a sip from his C. C. Lemon soda, elbow propping up his head. Exasperated and utterly defeated, Kagome collapsed onto her desk, tossing her lunch to a nearby trashcan and burying her head in her arms. Sesshoumaru chuckled idly. Kagome cursed him to the depths of Hell. He was playing a game with her. Lightly, she lifted herself to an upright position.
"I refuse to be the mouse to your cat."
"Frankly, you don't have much of a choice."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because, my dear, I hold all the cards."
"I'm not your dear. I'm not your anything," she spat, looking at him, head up and close to him. Her response was his hands on either side of his head and another stolen kiss. Kagome could not help it, she melted. Yes, like a popsicle on a very hot afternoon. Roughly, she pushed him away, the blush equaling fire on her face. Kagome was standing, her chair thrown back about half a meter by the mere momentum of her stand.
"Please stop doing that!" she shouted at him, getting the full attention of everyone in the room. Sesshoumaru looked at her, slightly confused.
"Why?"
"Stop playing with me! I'm not like that. It has to mean something more than just a game. You can't just take without permission. You can't just take advantage of me. I don't want to be taken advantage of! Not again!"
With that, she exited the room, going to the only place within the school that actually offered something peaceful. It was the library, where hundreds of books lay. Sneaking in through the doors unnoticed by the librarian, Kagome went to the very back and rested in a corner. This particular section held all of her favorites. Her finger reached out, touching a volume of Ghost Hunt. She had been surprised when the book had been made into a manga. Kagome followed both but the books were always close to her heart. Picking up the first one, she flipped to her favorite part and began to read. In the distance of reality, the bell rang.
"Mm, I wonder if she is ok," Sesshoumaru mused to himself in the living room of his home. InuYasha looked at him, one arm around the shoulders of a random girl in the school, the other up her inner thigh.
"Why do you care? She's fine. Man, though, is she good to play with. I wonder how she is in bed," he grinned before turning his attentions to the girl who was demanding his attention. Sesshoumaru grimaced at his brother's immaturity but said nothing of it. Instead, he retired to his room, where his schoolwork awaited him.
As it turned out, not all of the teachers were crazy. Some of them were rather nice, as they chose not to give homework on the first day. One of them was just plain horrible, giving them classwork and then slinking off to his desk where he stayed, talking to none of his pupils, for the rest of the period. Kagome did not come back until the end of fourth period, a book clutched in her hand as if it was her lifeline. Even now, her words rung in his ears. He had not dared talk to her for the rest of the day. She was making him look bad.
After an hour of studying, Sesshoumaru exited his house. It was about nine-o-clock and he should be going to bed soon. Well, he might have had he ever went to bed before one in the morning. Still, the night was his time, his time to be alone. Walking through the streets, he relaxed, sipping more of his newly acquired C.C. Lemon after putting one-hundred twenty yen into the nearest drink machine. After a while, he came up to his usual turnaround point, about ten minutes from his house. In a moment of spontaneity, he decided to go farther than usual and continued walking. Besides, his brother would still be making a ruckus with Sochiro. Poor girl, he thought, knowing full and well that his brother would not so much as notice her the following morning. That aspect Kagome had guessed correctly. Sesshoumaru had laid with some woman but not nearly as much as his sex-crazed twin brother. It was a wonder they were just freshman in high school.
A creaking reached his years, and his eyes swiveled around to see a girl swinging on a swing. She was in high school, it seemed, and she was out late. Not that it was unsafe—this was one of the safest places in all of Japan, but honestly, who would swing in the middle of night? Upon closer inspection, it turns out Kagome would. Slowly, he walked behind her, giving her a slight push.
She screamed in surprise, jumping from the plaything and landing awkwardly on her feet. Her hands crept to her right ankle, rubbing it and massaging it. She glared at him, before gingerly standing. Kagome took a few steps back, careful not to put weight on the sprained ankle.
"What are you doing here, Sesshoumaru? Don't tell me, you're stalking me, right? Want to steal more kisses or play with my mind again. If so then go away before I scream stalker and ra—rapist."
"I'm not here for that, Higurashi. Calm the heck down," Sesshoumaru growled. Rapist? Ha! He would never do such a thing to a girl. Anyone who did was completely sick and deserved to be killed. "In reality, I was just taking a walk and happened upon you."
"Oh," she mumbled, a blush creeping up to her face. The girl brushed past him, going back to the swing. He noted that she wasn't wearing her uniform but instead a Kagrra, band t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Even he had to admit that it was a warm day for April. Her feet were clad in nothing.
"What are you still doing here, then? Why don't you continue on your way?" she asked, going higher and higher. He shrugged, sitting on the next swing. Amber eyes passed over her for a few moments.
"I want to tell you something," he said. Kagome slowed, looking at him.
"Get on with it, then."
"I'm sorry."
Her stopping was almost abrupt, as was her stare. Her mouth opened, closed, and opened again. He smirked, his usual façade at school returned and in full swing. In the end, she growled, thinking that this was just something to get a reaction out of her. It was—then again it wasn't.
"Why don't you go away?" she asked him, her body away from his. He growled under his breath—why was she being so damn difficult? Everyone else was so damn easy! The challenge erupted through him and he gladly took it with his teeth.
"I want to be your friend, Kagome. Real friend."