A1969: funny—I was trying to update one of my stories, but the idea for this particular story just wouldn't leave me alone, and I found myself unable to update...this story was practically begging to be published. Anyway, it's my first time to write a story like this, and I hope...well, it goes smoothly. Thanks! ^-^
Oh, before I forget—I own nothing, except for the OCs, the plot, and anything not related to Inuyasha.
Summary:Kagome Higurashi has just received a scholarship to one of the most prestigious schools in the world—Golden Acres Royal Academy, a school were the rich, dignified and royalty attend. But can a simple commoner like Kagome ever fit in with a bunch of rich snobs? And can she ever catch the cute dog-eared boy's attention when she's practically a Nobody? Kagome Higurashi is in for a wild roller coaster ride filled with snobs, snobs, and more snobs—any maybe a few friends.
—W e l c o m e t o t h e A c a d e m y—
Not now, I told myself. Why did I have to start doubting now, of all times?
It was nine in the morning when my Mama drove me to the Haneda Airport of Tokyo. Funny how our moods contrasted today—she, ebullient; me, depressed and doubtful. I sighed as a red light made my mother stop. I leaned my head against the window, my eyes looking out at the humanoid demons and humans that passed by. They didn't look as though they had problems.
"Kagome...are you alright?" Mama suddenly noticed my silence.
I blinked as I looked at her. "Me? Oh, I'm fine," I said, flashing a grin to dispel her doubts.
Her cheerfulness seemed to dissolve as she regarded me. "You don't look excited," she said, after a second's scrutiny.
I inwardly frowned. I wasn't going to show her that this was hard for me. After all, with my unknown father abandoning us, and my mother's meagre job as a saleslady, this was a blessing. It would help us, I told myself.
So why did it feel like a curse?
"I do hope you take care of yourself, Kagome," Mama said, as I was about to get out of the car.
I placed a hand on the car door's handle, hesitating. In the few seconds before I got out of the car, my thoughts buzzed. I could always turn back and save myself the impending social demise that I would soon be facing. I could always turn back—at least I wouldn't be leaving behind my high school friends...my real friends, for sure...
But I stopped myself. I sounded selfish.
I turned to give Mama one last kiss on the cheek, before I got out of the car and dove into the bustling crowd of the airport.
It takes one and a half hour to fly from Tokyo's Haneda Airport to Hokkaido's New Chitose Airport. From there, it takes an additional, gruellingly interminable four hours to reach my final destination—Golden Acres Royal Academy. It was to this Academy that I'd recently acquired a scholarship, one, my Mama hopes, would be the key to giving my family a more, shall we say, comfortable life.
I knew I could've gotten a scholarship anywhere. So why did I choose to exile myself to certain social demise? Why did I choose to leave behind my family and my friends?
Actually, I think it had a little something to do with vanity. I was so proud that I was granted a prestigious scholarship to one of the world's leading schools. It seemed like a great idea, at the time. Now, I wasn't quite sure anymore.
My train of thoughts followed a similar vein all the way from Tokyo until I finally reached Hokkaido's New Chitose Airport. From there, I had to endure the gruelling four hour ride from Chitose to Golden Acres.
Golden Acres Royal Academy was situated in one of Hokkaido's mountains. Spanning the entire mountain, GARA was one of the largest schools in the country—and also the most expensive. Demons and humans alike came to GARA. Though demons and humans may not have much in common, the demons and humans who went to GARA had something similar—large pockets. It was rumoured that the four heirs of the lords of Japan went to GARA, though the truth of this was still somewhat in question.
So it was no wonder that I was having misgivings about going to GARA. My friends warned me that students in GARA ate students from schools like mine for breakfast...and with demons there, I was starting to think this was quite literal.
It was four p.m. by the time the taxi finally reached the Academy.
I stared out the window, my eyes widening in amazement. A tall brick wall surrounded the entire base of the Academy's mountain. The entrance was guarded by an equally tall and foreboding bronze gate. The gates were locked. But it wasn't locked with padlocks or chains—it was locked by a glowing sphere of light, directly in the center of the gates.
"I don't think taxis can get in, miss," the driver said, turning to me with an apologetic grin. "You know these GARA people—they don't do public transportation."
I smiled at the driver. "Thanks anyway." I paid him, got out of the cab, and unloaded my suitcases. As I watched the taxi drive off, I couldn't help but feel that I'd lost all communication to the outside world.
Now, I turned to the gate. I glanced around, but there didn't seem to be anyone in sight. No guards? I'd thought this place would be as fortified as a fortress.
"Hello?" I called out. "Is anyone there?"
"Hello?" I called out again.
"Will you stop making a racket?" a cool, feminine voice interjected.
I gasped in shock, and took a step back, glancing around. No one was in sight. I suddenly remembered the demons, and my heart raced. Humans and demons may be living peacefully together now, but there were times when demons harmed humans and vice-versa. What have I gotten myself into?
"Well?" the disembodied voice said. "Aren't you going to come in?"
I looked around. "I can't," I said. "The gate's locked...and there isn't anyone around." I realized I sounded like an idiot—there was a voice, so there must've been somebody around here.
"For a scholar, you're pretty dull, aren't you?" the voice said, amused.
"What?!" I said. My eyes suddenly landed on the sphere of light. Ah! "I found you!" I said, approaching the gate. "Let me in...please?"
The cool, feminine voice chuckled. Suddenly the gate glowed with white light, and then the sphere of light absorbed the gate, and darted upwards, out of my way.
"Welcome to Golden Acres Royal Academy," the voice said, as I went through the gate, dragging my suitcase with me.
The moment I stepped through the gate, I blinked in shock. The concrete path in front of me was lined with trees. The path—well, more like a road, actually—led to a sprawling white building. But the building was far off in the distance, about a half mile away from the gate.
I'd have to walk.
"Good afternoon." I jumped, and spun around. Behind me was a pleasant, middle-aged woman with green hair, and equally green eyes. A demoness. My heart thumped.
"What brings you here?" she asked.
"I'm here on..." I couldn't finish my sentence. She tilted her head at me, as though trying to understand me. I sighed and pulled my letter from the pocket of my coat. I handed it to her.
"Oh, a scholar, eh?" she said, as she read. "Well, we have enough geniuses here, but one more won't hurt, will it?" She smiled at me again. "Do you see that white building in the distance? That's the Administration Building. Go to the Student Affairs Office, and look for Ms. Sai—she'll know exactly what to do with you."
I gulped. I didn't like the way she said it.
It took me thirty minutes of lugging my stuff to get to the Admin building. And when I got there, the place seemed deserted, except for a few staff members, who pointed me to the Student Affairs Office where Miss Sai was. She was a human, in her thirties, with a somewhat condescending air.
Miss Sai arranged my schedule, and handed me a map of the entire grounds, so I wouldn't lose my way. "You see this area on the map?" she asked, jabbing a finger at the upper left corner of the map. There were a bunch of squares there, beside a spot of blue labelled 'Lake'. "This is what we call the Quarters—you outsiders call them Dorms. I've placed you in the Third Quarter. Go there, and look for Ms. Cope."
After thanking her, I lugged my luggage out of her office. The moment I stepped out of the building with my heavy luggage, I suddenly realized that the Quarters were far off...very far off.
I already wanted to go home.
It took me almost an hour to reach the Quarters, and by this time, my feet were blistering. I would've asked for help—I was sure there were shuttles here. But the place looked deserted.
I sighed as I stared up at the white building of the 'Third Quarter'. The building was tall—maybe around forty floors tall. I hesitated before approaching the double oak doors of the building. Climbing up the steps that led to the door, I notice an elegantly carved number three on the place where a doormat was supposed to be.
I knocked with the ornately carved knocker, and the door swung inwards. Nobody seemed to open it. I crossed the threshold and into the opulent hallway. The floor was marble, and glistening chandeliers threw a soft golden glow onto the floor. The hallway was lined with doors, tiny tables, and paintings. The walls were oak panelled and dark brown.
It looked more like a mansion than a dorm, if you asked me.
There were a lot of doors, but amidst the doors, I managed to find Ms. Cope's office, which was just as ornately furnished as the hallway. Ms. Cope, a stern looking dark-haired half-demon, was the Quarter Mother of Quarter Three. Yeesh...why couldn't they just call them House Mothers, anyway?
After asking me some questions about myself, Ms. Cope assigned me to one of the rooms on the fifth floor of the building. She handed me a key and showed me to the elevator.
"I'm sorry if we couldn't have someone else carry your bags for you," she said, not sounding sorry at all. "You do realize you've come quite a bit early—classes begin two weeks from now."
Of course. I'd purposefully come earlier, so I could get acquainted with the place without having rich snobs breathing down my neck.
"Well, here you are," Ms. Cope said, as we stopped outside an elevator.
I stared at it. The doors of the elevator were made of reflective glass—a mirror, if you will. The symbol of GARA was embossed in the glass—an abstract rose in a circle.
"The way is quite obvious," Ms. Cope said. "Fifth floor, third room."
I nodded and went into the elevator, lugging my suitcase along. The hallway in the fifth floor was just as ornately decorated as the first floor, only the ceiling was high, making the chandeliers larger. At one end of the hallway, was a picture window that threw light into the dim hallway. There didn't seem to be any students yet.
Heh, I was really early.
I promptly found my room, inserted the key, and opened it.
My eyebrows rose.
I opened the door and realized why the ceiling in the hallway was so high. The dorm was two floors. The moment I entered the door, I found myself in a hall. It was like the hallway outside, except that the walls were a cream color, rather than oak panelled. There were tiny, circular tables. There was only one chandelier in the short hallway, and there were no paintings. The floor, like outside, was marble.
I stepped out of the hallway and into the living room.
My eyes widened.
The walls were also cream in color. The wall in front of me was occupied by a picture window that opened out to a beautiful view of the lake. The wall on my right was occupied by paintings and—I couldn't believe it—a pristine flat screen with an expensive-looking sound system. In front of the flat screen was a semi-circle purple sofa, with a purple bean bag at both ends. In the middle was a round, glass coffee table.
Half of the wall on my left was occupied by cream colored stairs that led to the second floor. The half of said wall was a door-less entrance that led to a modern looking kitchen, with a circular brown table in the center.
This dorm—if you could call it that—was better furnished than my house.
I was starting to see that GARA's exorbitant tuition was duly justified.
I shook my head to get rid of the initial shock. I then proceeded to heave my suitcases up the stairs. Above the stairs, I found myself in an opulent hallway, at the end of which was another picture window that allowed sunlight to spill into the gloom. At the other end of the hallway was another door.
I opened it. It led to a pretty and pink and white bathroom—complete with bathtub and shower. Hm...these GARA kids sure knew how to live. After inspecting the bathroom, I went directly to the room at the end of the hall—the one near the picture window. I opened the door, and my eyes shot up in surprise.
The room was pure white. The wall in front of me was occupied by a pair of sliding doors that opened to a porch with a picturesque view of the lake. There was a desk in the room, a bookshelf, and a closet. There were also three beanbag chairs in a circle, at the foot of a queen-sized bed. The bed and the chairs rested on a fluffy light yellow carpet.
I liked this room.
Hm...first come, first serve, right?
Feeling somewhat cheerful, I dragged my suitcases into the room and shut the door behind me.
I spent the first day of my stay going around the grounds. The vast grounds were wide, and it was an explorer's haven. Behind the Administration Building were the College Buildings—the College of Fine Arts (dancing, drawing, directing, etcetera), the College of Business, the College of Medical Arts, the College of Arts and Sciences, etcetera. East of the Colleges, was the one, majestic High School Building, where I would be spending my senior year. Behind the Colleges were the wide grounds that were home to the Stadium (where programs took place), the Field (sports stuff), and the Forest which was...well, a forest.
It took me two days to explore those. On the third day, after a hearty breakfast (the kitchen was filled with food), I decided to explore the mountain itself. Ms. Cope had already told me that, as a new student, I shouldn't go trekking up the mountain alone, as new students were liable to get lost. She also added, somewhat snidely, that my being human would somehow hamper me.
I'd disregarded her warning and set off for the mountain. I found an old temple at the top of the mountain, and spent a good deal of time there. The wind was cool and fresh. It didn't look as though the students came here often, though.
On the fourth day, I'd taken to going to the Supply Building (West of the Colleges) to order a set of uniform for the upcoming school year. Madame Shiro, the seamstress, was sort of like Ms. Cope—half-demon, and somewhat disdainful as she showed me a sketch of what the uniform was like.
It was a sailor uniform, like all high school uniforms of Japan. The top was pink, with a collar, long sleeves and a gray neck tie. There were pleats around the breast area. The skirt was just like any skirt, except it was gray and the hem was lined with yellow...or was it gold? The shoes were brown, with knee-length black socks. The guys had a different one, as Ms. Cope showed me. Theirs was just like any other male uniform, except that it was all black, with silver buttons.
"You can get your uniform the day after tomorrow," Madame Shiro said, as I left.
"Thanks," I muttered.
I didn't do much on the fifth day, except review the lessons for the upcoming semester. As a scholar, the expensive books were given to me for free, and I took delight in poring through them from morning to night. It was around six in the evening when I finally got bored with reading and decided to go online.
I plugged in my laptop, connected to the net and discovered that my mom had sent me an email.
Your Grandfather and Souta decided to go out for a walk right now, so I have free time to write you this. How are you? How're things over there? Are the students treating you fine? I do hope you're doing alright, dear. I know it can get a bit awkward over there, what with all the high class students and all! But don't let them get on your nerves! Remember—we got your back!
I smiled quietly, and typed in a reply.
Everything's fine. I'm still the only student on campus, seeing as how early I came here. But I sort of like it that way, actually. I'm so glad you emailed, Mama! Term starts six days from now, and I'm nervous. I know that, sooner or later, the students will be coming. And yeah—I'm nervous. But I guess I can tough it through, right? You won't believe the accommodations they have here!
Give Gramps and Souta a kiss from me!
I smiled as I sent the email. I frowned then shut off the laptop, stood up and stretched. The view through the picture window was dark. I quietly slid the window open, and stepped out onto the porch. The wind was cool, and the full moon above was reflected in the glassy stillness of the lake.
Leaning my elbows on the railing, I wondered what my old friends were up to. Would Eri be arguing with the demoness Shisu again? Would Ayumi be studying now? And Yuka? What was she up to?
I sighed as I headed into the room for a night's sleep.
They were all staring at me. The students—demon and human—were all staring at me.
"She dresses so shabbily!" one student hissed to her friend.
"She looked like she crawled out of a rock!" another said, laughing.
They were all laughing at me now.
Laughing, laughing, laughing!
"Hey there, Miss Scholar!" they said snorting. "Eww! Look at those shoes! I'm gonna have nightmares for weeks!"
They were laughing!
"Stop...laughing," I mumbled.
My eyes flew open. A dream? It was just a dream...
A girl was standing beside my bed. She was looking down at me, her eyebrows raised. She had honey gold hair that—what a waste!—was kept in a bun on her head and piercing emerald eyes that—such a shame!—were framed with black rectangular glasses. I sat up, staring at her. Her skin was flawlessly smooth but—too bad!—were hidden by a pair of jeans, a jacket, and a blue scarf.
I sat up. She would have been stunningly pretty if she didn't look like—I'm sorry to say this—a librarian.
"Who—who are you?" I gasped, shocked. Adrenaline coursed through me, dispelling the sleepiness. Her aura wasn't demonic...
She raised one eyebrow at me. "No," she said. She was speaking English, the language used at GARA, but her accent was British. "That question is for me to ask, not you. Who are you? And why are you sleeping in my bed, in my room?"
I stared at her, incredulous. "Your room?" I asked, standing up. I realized I was still in my pyjamas, but I didn't care. "I was here first!"
She smirked. "And when did you get here?"
"Five days ago!" I huffed.
"Well, I was here three years ago, for my freshman year," she said snidely. "And this has been my room since. Not yours, not anyone else's—but mine."
Oh. I scowled at her. "Who are you, anyway?" I huffed, as I grabbed my robe from the foot of my bed. I turned to her. She was sitting on the bed now, tilting her head at me. She had a bossy air about her.
"Me? My name is Annika, duchess of Westerholme," she said brusquely.
Duchess...no wonder she was so darn bossy!
"You may call me Anne," she added, after a few seconds. "And, I presume, you are the scholar Ms. Cope told me about?" She sounded disdainful. "Kagome something."
"Higurashi," I said, through gritted teeth as I packed my laptop away.
"Whatever," Annika said as she stood up. She made for the door, and looked back at me. "When you're done, I expect you to change the beddings you used—beddings are in the top shelf in the closet." Without further ado, she turned and slammed the door behind her.
Urgh! I can't believe her! Omigosh...she was going to be my dorm mate!
I groaned as I dumped my clothes into my briefcase. Great. Just great.
It took me two hours to pack all my clothes back, and change the beddings. By the time I was done, I was hungry. I sighed and heaved my suitcase out into the hallway.
"Don't take the two rooms next to mine," the familiar snide voice of Annika Westerholme said. I turned. She was standing at the top of the stairs, regarding me with a cool look. "They're taken by my two friends."
I didn't even bother to argue as I took the last room near the bathroom. If her two friends were anything like her, then I'd probably be the most miserable person on the face of the earth.
I opened the door near the bathroom. The room inside was somewhat similar to Annika's, only there was no porch, no carpet, and the bedspread was yellow in color. I sighed. It would do. I left my suitcases inside and, wrapping my robe tighter around me, went downstairs for some breakfast.
I was surprised when I entered the kitchen. There was a towering stack of pancakes next to a pile of toast on the table, as well as scrambled eggs and a jug of milk.
"That's for you," Annika said in her brisk manner. Through the kitchen entrance, I could see her sitting on the sofa, in front of the TV. "Oh, and when you're done, wash your dishes," she added bossily. "And do me a favor and stay out of the kitchen, except when you want to eat a snack or drink—I do the cooking. But you can do the shopping—you've depleted the cereal, did you know? I suppose you'll have to go the Supply Building and get some more."
Her thoughtfulness—if you could call it that—was annulled by her bossiness.
The day after Annika the Bossy came, other students began arriving. The dorm across from ours was already taken, as well as the dorms on either side of ours. During that one day, I could hear the building slowly start to fill up with students—there was suddenly chatter in the hallways, laughing in the garden behind our Quarter, and activity in the lake.
Annika was often out of the dorm, no doubt mingling with other students. She was just as bossy as she was yesterday, and easily got on my nerves. Not once did she ask me to come with her. She didn't make any unnecessary talk, and she was often in her room, only coming out to do the cooking. Gradually, I was getting bored—bored enough to leave the sanctity of the dorm and head for the mountain.
On the eighth day, I decided to do just that. Taking my battered manga Naruto with me, I headed for the door, just as a familiar voice called out.
"Honestly—you want to go out?" I turned. Annika Westerholme was standing in the living room, both arms folded across her chest. She still had her hair in a bun, and glasses on her nose.
"I think I'm allowed to go out," I said, annoyed. Yeesh, she was nothing but bossy, always telling me what to do, where to put my stuff and to 'Please don't make a mess—you are civilized, aren't you?'
"I suppose you are," Annika said snootily as she turned to the television. "Don't slam the door."
I slammed it anyway.
It felt like eons since I'd last been in the hallway. There weren't many people here—just a couple of humans walking saucily down the hallway. The occupants of our Quarter were—for moral consideration—all female.
I sighed as I made for the elevator. Just as I reached it, the glass doors opened. Inside the elevator were three beautiful demons, all of whom seemed to be college students, and all of whom were laughing rather spitefully at some joke. The moment the doors slid open, they stopped and, simultaneously, turned their gazes to me.
"Well, well, well," the one in the middle said, as they stepped out—simultaneously. "If it isn't the scholar Ms. Cope was talking about." The woman had blood-red eyes, and hair tied into a short ponytail. She was fashionable, dressed in a red miniskirt, black knee-high boots, and a blouse. I knew who she was.
"Aw, don't give her that look, Kagura." The other one had pink eyes, ruby lips, and short hair just above her shoulders. She was raising an eyebrow at me as she inspected me from head to foot. I knew her, too. "On second thought, maybe you can give her the look."
I felt a blush rise in my cheeks, and I vividly remembered the dream I had the other night. "Yura, Kagura," the third one admonished. "Be nice. You'll make her cry." This one had long hair past her waist, and fiery red eyes.
"Are you actually trying to be nice, Abi?" Yura asked, grinning.
The trio laughed at some private joke. "Um, excuse me," I muttered, trying to get past them.
I found my way blocked by Kagura. She placed both her hands on her hips. "Do you know who I am?" she asked. Her voice—if used on a male—was certain to prove seductive.
"Uh, yeah," I said. She was Kagura, daughter of the Lord of Southern Japan, Naraku.
"And?" Abi asked, crossing her arms.
Oh. I hesitated and bowed to her. I suddenly felt something yank the collar of my shirt. "Ow!" I gasped as I was forced to stand straight. My neck! I felt like I'd been choked!
"Oh, it's you," Yura said dismissively, looking behind me.
I turned, surprised at seeing Annika Westerholme standing behind me, looking annoyed instead of bossy. "What," she said, raising her eyebrows imperiously at me. "Are you doing?"
"Oh, don't worry," Kagura said. Annika looked at her. "She was only being courteous, weren't you...?"
"Kagome," I muttered, mortified.
Annika rolled her eyes. "Everyone's equal in GARA, Kagura, and you know that."
"How can everyone be equal, when you've got four eyes, Annika?" Kagura sneered. Abi and Yura laughed. Annika flushed slightly, but she was still giving them that bossy look of hers. "Let's go," Kagura said, and they sauntered off.
They turned a corner, and Annika turned to me. "I wouldn't feed her ego, if I were you," she said. Her voice had lost its bossy tone.
I nodded. Annika turned and walked back towards the dorm. "Hey, wait!" I called out as I caught up to her.
"You know her, I presume?"
I nodded again. How could I not? "And the other two—you know them as well?" she asked.
Again, I nodded. Abi and Yura both belonged to families that owned big companies in Japan. "Well, just as I've said, don't feed their egos," Annika muttered. "Even if they laugh at you. Got it?" She sounded bossy again.
I suddenly saw something I didn't see before. "Yeah," I said, as we re-entered our dorm. "Thanks...Anne."
On the eighth day, remembering what had happened yesterday, I decided to stay inside.
Suprisingly, Annika turned out to be...alright. Once you got passed the bossy exterior, that is. Instead of hanging out in her room, she had taken to the living room and, well, mingling with me. She was still just as bossy as ever ("Put the magazines back on the table when you're done—don't leave them on the sofa!"), but she was—actually—nice beneath it all.
"So, tell me again about stuff I shouldn't be doing," I said that afternoon. We were sitting on the sofa, a bowl of ice cream between us.
She frowned. "Of course, a newcomer wouldn't know."
I let that slide.
"Hm...what about?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Anything—social hierarchies, etcetera."
"Social hierarchies aren't supposed to exist here," she said briskly. "But if you must know, it's quite simple, really—there're Nobodies, Everybodies, Somebodies, and, finally, the Elite."
I blinked. "Uh...Nobodies are...well, nobodies, right?"
She nodded, digging her spoon into her ice cream. "Everybodies are in between," she said. "Somebodies are those who're known, but aren't really that respected, you know? And then—"
"The Elite's pretty much self-explanatory," I muttered. "Kagura, Abi, and Yura are Elite, right?"
She nodded again. "As well as four others. The other sons of the four lords."
I blinked. "But, Kagura—"
"The lord of the West has two sons," she said dismissively.
"Oh." I paused for a bit, just realizing how, well, how elite the place really was. Obviously, someone like me would be a Nobody. The thought wasn't pleasant.
"What about prof—" Before I could finish my sentence, the door to the dorm suddenly opened with a bang, and a high-pitched, feminine voice called out.
"Annieeeee!" A second later, a white, black and red blur slammed into Anne, sending her bowl of ice cream flying to the floor with a clatter.
My eyes widened as I leapt off the sofa. A girl had Anne pinned to the sofa, a girl with pointed ears (she was a demon), soft red hair, and light green eyes. She was grinning down at Anne.
"Ayame!" Anne snapped, glaring up at her. "Your ebullience is not endearing!"
The girl named Ayame huffed and got off the sofa. "Aw, is that any way to greet your friends?"
Anne rolled her eyes as she sat up. "And you'd better clean up that ice cream!" She was glaring at the ice cream on the floor, as though it had insulted her.
Ayame suddenly blinked, and then her eyes were locked on me. My eyes widened, and I took a tiny step back, preparing myself for social humiliation. "Hm?" Ayame said. "Who's this?"
"Her name's Kagome Higurashi," Anne said, bending to pick up the bowl of ice cream. "She's new and a scholar."
I prepared myself for spite. "Oooh!" Ayame said, leaping in front of me. She clasped her hands together delightedly. "Really?" She laughed. "You're a genius, too?"
"Uh...not really," I muttered, embarrassed.
"But you are!" she insisted. "You know, we used to think that Anne was the genius—but you got the scholarship! That's soooo hard!"
I blushed, somewhat pleased at her implication. "Meaning?" Anne snapped as she vanished into the kitchen.
Ayame rolled her eyes as she took both of my hands. "Oh, ignore Annie—she's always like that! Hm...I bet she was being bossy, huh?"
"Oh, ignore that, too!" Ayame said giggling. "Annie seems bossy on the outside, but she's a real sweet on the inside, and—" Before she could finish her sentence, a damp cloth hurtled through the air and landed on her head, covering her face.
"Clean up the ice cream, Ayame!" Anne's voice called out.
Ayame giggled as she grabbed the rag from her head. "See? What'd I tell ya?"
"I heard that!"
She giggled as she commenced cleaning up the ice cream. I sat back on the sofa, offering to help her. I knew she belonged to an influential family, and seeing...well, seeing rich kids cleaning like maids was somewhat...new.
"Are you two arguing already?" Another voice called out, just as the door slammed.
Huh? Ayame and I looked to the door. A girl was just removing her coat. Her suitcases were piled up in the hallway. She had dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail, and deep brown eyes.
"Saaaangooo!" Ayame screamed, abandoning her rag. Like with Anne, she rushed to the newcomer and threw her arms around her.
The girl named Sango gasped as Ayame's weight hit her. She was human. "Ayame!" Sango snapped, disengaging herself from Ayame's iron hug. "Lemme go! I haven't taken seven steps in yet...and already you want to kill me?"
"Aww...you're as grouchy as Annie," Ayame complained as she and Sango straightened up.
I stood up, and Sango looked at me, her eyes blinking. "Hm?" she said. "Who's this?"
"Oh!" Ayame said, giggling as she dragged Sango to where I was. "This is Kagome Higurashi—the one who got the scholarship!"
Sango smiled at me. It was a friendly smile. "Hi!" she said. "My name's Sango. I see you've already met Ayame and Annie."
I smiled at her. "I'm Kagome Higurashi."
Sango laughed. "Don't worry—we'll all get along fine—"
"Ayame! Have you, or have you not cleaned up that ice cream?"
"Though," Sango said, grinning. "You might want to get used to that."
I grinned. "I think I will," I said.
By the tenth day, I was pretty much used to them.
Sango was always friendly. There was nothing in the way she acted to suggest that she was rich at all. On the contrary, she was down to earth, often asking me about my way of life. I was a bit embarrassed to say what my Mama's job was, but she assured me that she really didn't care—a job was a job.
Ayame was always...well, she was always happy. Anne often said that when she was young, Ayame's parents nursed her on nothing but sugar, to which Ayame would pout and glare. Ayame was easy to get along with. She was stylish, and showed me her entire wardrobe which was the largest in the entire dorm.
Annie was, well she was Annie. She was, well, she was bossy. And she dressed in the same way she did on the first day I met her. Sango and Ayame assured me that this was Annie's normal disposition. They also said—when Annie was out of earshot—that Annie was actually sweet underneath the bossy exterior. Well, it was a sweetness that I had yet to see for myself. Still, I could get along with her.
On the afternoon, more students started arriving for the classes the following day.
"Guys!" Ayame shouted. She was standing at the picture window in the hallway. She was looking through it, just as I came out of the bathroom.
"What is it?" I asked, closing the door.
"C'mere," she called. "You, too, Kagome."
Sango was automatically beside her, while Annie was coming up the stairs. "Please," she said, sounding bored as she went over to the window. "Kagome, get over here. You're about to see the rest of them."
Curious, I went over and stood between Annie and Sango. Outside the window, we could see, across from our Quarter, Quarter One. The boy's dorm. I blinked. A lot of people were gathered in front of the building, obviously waiting for something...or someone. I also noted that they were all girls. And they were giggling.
"What are all those girls doing there?" I asked, my fixed on the crowd.
"Not getting a life," Anne muttered.
At that moment, a black Mercedes drove up the front of the building. And the girls started screaming, as though a celebrity was about to come out. The driver door of the Mercedes opened, and a young human man stepped out, making the girls scream even louder. He had a roguish grin on his face, and his short, dark hair was tied into a knot on his nape.
"Ah," Anne said as the boy grinned at the girls. He waved at them, and they screamed even more.
"Who's that?" I asked. He was vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him, not from this distance.
"That's Miroku," Ayame said.
Of course! "Is that Miroku, the heir to the Northern lands?"
"Yeah," Sango nodded. "A real womanizer. And he claims to be a monk." As though to emphasize her point, Miroku suddenly put two arms around two girls' shoulders, grinning as the girls screamed even louder. He let go of the girls and made for the building. "I'd watch out for him, if I were you," Sango added.
Yeah, right. I was a Nobody, wasn't I?
Ayame was checking her watch. "Three...two...one." At that second, another car—a red, Ford Kuga—drove up front of the building, stopping just behind the Mercedes.
The girls screamed again as just as the driver's door opened, and a young demon man stepped out. He had pointed ears, and dark hair, as well as a brown, fuzzy tail sticking out the back of his jeans. He waved to the girls, and they screamed. Again, he was vaguely familiar, but too far to be determined.
"That's Kouga," Ayame said, as though reading my thoughts. "Heir to the East."
"They do this every year," Anne said, rolling her eyes. "It's annoying, actually."
We watched as Kouga made for the building, grinning at the girls as he went. "Not that much of a womanizer," I muttered.
"No," Ayame agreed. "But he can be annoyingly cocky."
I kept that in mind. "And here comes the last ones," Annie muttered.
At that moment, a silver Porsche Panamera drove up behind the Ford. The girls screamed even louder than before as the passenger door opened, and out stepped a boy with silver hair. Even from this distance, I could make out the fuzzy dog ears sticking out the back of his head, and the golden eyes that stared at the girls. He looked uncomfortable, seeing all those girls screaming. I giggled as his dog ears twitched.
"That's Inuyasha," Sango said. "The youngest of the lot."
"Also the most hot-headed," Ayame offered. I nodded. I knew him. He was somewhat popular in my old school, too. For a moment, I wondered what the girls back home would say if they I knew I was seeing their obsession in the flesh. I felt a slight pang of homesickness.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by a loud scream. The girls looked as though they were possessed. They screamed so loudly, that—despite the glass—we could hear them as though they had been standing beneath our window.
The driver's door of the Porsche opened, a young man stepped out. Like Inuyasha, he had a mane of silver locks, though his looked more smooth. His eyes, unlike the bewildered eyes of his brother, were cold and impassive. He was tall—probably the tallest—and his skin was pale. He had a crescent moon on his forehead, and two stripes on each cheek. I knew him, too.
"Yup," Sango said, as though she could read my thoughts. "That one's the elder brother—Sesshoumaru."
"Block of ice," Annie muttered.
True. He was ignoring the girls as though they didn't exist. The moment he shut the door of his car, he averted his gaze.
And looked towards us.
"Gah!" We all jumped back—with the exception of Anne, who only turned on her heel to raise an eyebrow at us.
"Honestly," she muttered, as she walked away from the window. "Like I said—don't feed their egos."
"Well, there you have it, Kagome," Ayame said. "The Elite."
I nodded. I was going to keep that in mind—especially with school starting tomorrow.
A1969: long first chapter.
Miroku: a new one?
A1969: actually, I wasn't planning on it, what with the stories I have yet to finish, and all. But this was the kind of story that wouldn't leave me alone until it was published, you know? I tried to update my Fate's Misadventures story, but this one kept getting in the way—what a bother.
Sango: at least it's out of your hair!
A1969: I know! Tell me what you guys think! XD