AN: AN: IY is not mine. HYD is not mine. La la la! ^_^ I just wanted
to get this idea off my chest for some time now, and so, I took a break of
shadows and pounded out this little chapter. I think its really different
in that its rushed, and not TOO much detail…strange!
Summary: Kagome goes to a private school that is run by
Sesshoumaru and his gang. When she challenges him, the last thing she
expects is that instead of hatred something deeper flows between them! In
a world of money, how can Cinderella win?
The figure sat down
onto the cold hard cement, her lips moving, forming the words, "Only two more
That was all.
After that, this would all be over.
Standing up, as though
finding renewed strength, the gentle wind from Tokyo Bay ruffled her dark ebony
hair that cascaded over her shoulders.
She was quite beautiful, striking in fact, though no one seemed too much
care. Carrying the waste bin and dustpan, she set off down the campus to
return to her homeroom. Nobody would be inside the deserted classroom,
and perhaps for a moment she could find peace.
Eitoku Senior High
said the polished brass sign outside the entrance. It gleamed in the sun,
as though every morning and evening its cover was polished. Eitoku Senior
High School; the place where Japan (and the world's) most wealthy spent
their troublesome teenage years. The place that served gourmet food for
the sons and daughters of CEO's, company presidents, country officials…the
place that everyone in Japan wanted to get into. Kagome just wanted to
Passing a few girls,
she heard of tad of the conversation. Who these girls were, she didn't
know…nor did she particularly care to. They all were the same, all
content with material possessions and flocking after the handsome and wealthy
boys of the school.
"My father just bought
me a gold watch, it has lovely emeralds in the dials."
There was a gasp,
"That's wonderful! Last night my mother came in and told me that today would be
our annual shopping spree."
"Yes, same with mine as
well. Since school has started, you know."
"Do you think
Sesshoumaru will pay us a compliment this year?"
"He has to, how could
A fit of giggles broke
out, their high falsetto shrieks fake and ruthless.
Sighing again, she
walked into the main building, and pausing at the plaster staircase she gazed
up its five flights of polished steps. Her shoes clicked slightly against
the marble tile of floor, and ascending towards the heavens, she whistled a
slight tune to herself. Thoughts of her after school job and archery
practice gleamed like forbidden fruit in front of her eyes. Everyday was
the same ritual—and by the end of first period all she wanted more than
anything was to pray that the day soon be over.
"Kagome-chan!" a young
voice yelped in cheer. At the threshold of the next flight of stairs, she
saw a young child hurriedly make his way down the flight, a smile flung across
Kagome smiled sweetly, kneeling down to his level. If there was anyone at
the school that she pitied more than her self, it was he who stood before
her. People always remarked that to be a genius gave you a step further
on in life, it made things easier for you later on. But what of the
present? A nine-year-old going to a ruthless private school? A young child
having to deal with the slings and arrows that foolish snobbery caused…
Yet, he was braver than
she was. Kagome had taken the opposite route of this young prodigy.
Instead of shining in the spotlight and fighting bravely, Kagome had allowed herself
for the past two years to slink farther and farther on the social scale, to be
completely and utterly ignored, to silence her thoughts, to silence her own
If she spoke one word
against a person at this hellish cage, then all her efforts would come crashing
down. Kagome would not be able to run fast enough, for these people would
always be their taunting, and teasing her in the background.
"How are you?"
Kagome asked kindly, leaning against the awning and gazing down below at the
flight of stairs that she had just climbed. Her form stiffened suddenly
as her eyes picked out a familiar outline of bodies ascending just a flight
below. The characteristic squeals of admiration, and whispers followed
them with their every step; in and out of school. The people were coming
closer and closer. With every passing breath they were admired by the world;
both for their looks but as well for their pocket books. Girls would rise
each morning in hopes that they would catch these men's eyes. Girls would
spend a year working on a hand knit sweater, or scarf, or something to that
affect; only to have it thrown in the wastebasket.
"I'm alright!" the
little boy squeaked cheerfully, blissfully unaware that behind him rose the
persons to which she tried to avoid at all costs.
"Well, that's good to
hear." Kagome nodded, wondering, hoping, and pleading that they would
glaze over their forms.
"Actually, I am on my
way down to the music room. I have to go before the bell rings!"
Kagome called, "See you in class."
Perhaps it was the worn
and smooth edges of the marble, or a bit of water had been splashed upon its
creamy surface. The events that were to follow, however, would play such
a great impact on her life that with a casual farewell wave she allowed them to
wash unknowingly over her.
It was as though in
slow motion Shippou causally slipped onto the steps, his dark eyes wide in
surprise, the books he held in his small hands fell with a thud onto the cold
ground, and finally his body tumbled—or rather flew, into the great abyss
It was a good thing
there were people to cushion his fall.
gasped stepping hurriedly forward towards his fallen frame.
"My my, look what has
fallen from the sky." A smooth voice smirked wittily.
Remarked another sarcastically, "What the hell are little runts like him
touching us for?"
"My question exactly…"
the final and most dignified of all the figures remarked as he picked up
Shippou by the collar, his golden eyes narrowing in irritation.
"Understand that I can
get you expelled if you ever do that again." It continued icily, his arm
extended as he dangled Shippou over the banister, the only ground beneath his
feet five stories away.
"I'm sorry! I'm
sorry!" Shippou squeaked, aware that even though he DID know karate, it
usually was not going to help much against the strongest man in school.
gasped rushing forward, something inside of her trying to break away, anger
rising significantly within her body. Yet, if she stepped forward…
"Stay out of
this." The first voice suggested.
She should have taken
his advice…really, she told herself, and things would have been so much
easier. What came next would not cause all her hopes and dreams to
crumble. Things could have continued as they had for the past two
years—no one would know of Kagome Higurashi, and she would know nobody.
This all could have come to pass if only she had listened to the man's advice.
But she did not.
Instead, she ran down the stairs, gathering momentum with each step, before
finally throwing herself at the amber-eyed man, and tackling him to the floor
in a fit of anger.
"My god," chuckled the
rhyming one, "That's a first."
Getting up and gingerly
grabbing Shippou and his fallen books, she fumed, "He fell into you, you
The figure at the
ground made no response, his eyes the only thing alive and moving. They
narrowed now, dangerously thin.
"Kagome…" began Shippou
"Shut up," she snapped,
relishing the attention as well as the relief, "You guys go around this school
thinking your so high and mighty. Wouldn't hurt you guys to respect
others. This boy will go father than any of you ever will, because he has
the one thing you guys lack; manners."
Dusting off her skirt
she moodily stomped off, aware that a crowd was now beginning to form, and
shrieks of amazement, indignation, and horror starting to each off the walls.
Running out into the
extensive lawns, she breathed in sudden realization, "My god…I just challenged
AN: I just wanted to get this idea off my chest. Its based
off of an anime called "Hana Yori Dango" and really, Inuyasha fits the role of
Domyoji MUCH better…….but…….this is a SxK fic, so !)*&~ its gunna be
that way! Tell me what you think! ^_~ I might just give it up…
Of course I might not.
PS: also sorry for spelling/grammar…I typed this in about an