I'd like to apologize for not thanking my reviewers lately. Normally I would answer questions from reviews directly, so I didn't need to answer them here.
Burakku's Shadow: yes, it was my intent to make her overly spoiled.
No, she wasn't so "depressed" that she had to listen to that. It wasn't the meaning of the lyrics she loved about it (that was just a convenience) she also liked the tune and singer. That's why she was listening to it (and just reading further into the meaning of the lyrics on her own time). And I'm sorry u hated the crowd parting thing, but thanks for your bluntness, and I would like to say they didn't necessarily "part" for them, they just moved out of their way, sorta…
Fate's name is pronounced 'Fay-t' as far as I know (I did not make the character)
And I hope u can give me some other way to contact u directly without waiting to put out a chapter to talk to u (maybe email?)
I did not like how I ended the last chapter, but here I am!
I have decided to COMPLETELY change Kagome and Sango's friendship. They are still friends (basically best friends) just lots different! I am basing their friendship off of one of my own, so please don't tell me that it is stupid or unrealistic, cuz it is based on reality! So u might have to dismiss the earlier chapters with Sango, at least the whole lunch scene was off basis (the online chat thingy was all good).
IMPORTANT: the rest of this story will be written from Kagome's POV starting this chapter. If u do not like it, please tell me, I will change it.
Sing Something
For me, fourth period was going pretty well. No Suzuki, just Haruna, Suzuki's personal assistant, but that wasn't so bad—not yet, at least. And besides, I had Minna for backup. Of course, I would rather have the more stable Hitomi with me, but beggars can't be choosers, or so I'm told. Sango might be nice…but I'm still mad at her. She didn't have to be such a cold bitch to me! So it's good she's not sharing this class with me.
The only reason I am in Drama is because it is supposed to be a 'bird class'—such an easy class that you just fly right threw it with no trouble at all. Hopefully that's true. Well, I'll find out soon enough.
Currently, the entire class of 31 students were sitting in the middle of the carpeted floor situated in a circle. This position briefly reminded me of preschool. Creepy… So, we were supposedly in this position to do warm-ups—Who does warm-ups in Drama? I mean, seriously. You get your scripts, put on a play, and get it over with! What do we need warm-ups for? It's not like I'm going to be acting in the play, anyway.
Yeah, I know—Why did you sign up for Drama if you weren't going to act? It's not that I don't think I wouldn't be good at acting—I do—I just don't have a passion for it. I was actually hoping to get through this class stuck with some backstage job. I could do props, or help the actors practice their lines. Or, I could be on wardrobe! That would be perfect. I probably have the best fashion sense out of this whole class, anyway.
I looked to the Drama teacher—Why can't I ever remember her name? —for direction, like most of the other students. Most of us had found comfortable positions, but a few were getting impatient. Maybe the teacher liked to watch kids squirm? That sick bitch.
"Kids, welcome to Drama. You may call me Ms. Chori—"
Ah! That's what it is: Ms. Chori!
"—I will be teaching you for the next nine weeks. I expect you all to arrive on time, whether the destination is this room or anywhere else I tell you to meet." Ms. Chori went in an overly enthusiastic voice to inform the students on her expectations.
At least she doesn't drone on in a monotone voice and lecture us. This class might turn out to be fun.
I looked to my left to find Minna's eyes scanning the circle we sat in, most likely searching for hott guys. I followed suit and examined the people, mentally attaching information to each familiar face I found.
Sapphire Iizuka: Junior; Ice Demon; rich; prankster; doesn't like Flawless or Populars, but is kind to everyone else; taken by Blaze Niguri.
Miyuki Tetsushi: Sophomore; human; rich; partial friends with Flawless, minus Suzuki and Haruna; old friend of mine and Inuyasha; new to Narimasu—she just moved back. And, damn, can that girl hold her liquor!
I sent Miyuki a smile when our gazes caught, her nodding in acceptance. We would catch up on old times later.
Yaiku Nota: Junior; Tora Hanyou (tiger half demon); skater; popular reputation as the 'Hott Evil Skater'; hated by most of the school; never caught in anything other than black; mother died; hates Flawless and Populars; good skater and actor—or so I hear; never even had a girlfriend—which is hard to believe since most girls are attracted to the 'bad boys'.
Vixen: Freshman; ShiroiTora Hanyou (white tiger half demon); known as the outgoing party starter; rich; likes to sing, dance, and make people laugh; BIG drinker.
The only reason I know this freshman is because the entire school knows about her and her outrageous partying ways.
Ookami Hayate: Senior; Ookami Hanyou (wolf half demon); poor and living on her own—family is dead; total loner; hates everyone; drinks lots of sake according to rumor; new to Narimasu.
I had to hear about her from my sources…
Burraku Manjoume: Junior; Dragon Hanyou; despises all Populars and Flawless; known for his violent tendencies; not much into the dating scene; constantly moving from one school to another because of his behavioral issues; black leathery wings are rumored to be on his back; accused of harming—even murdering—a Flawless or Popular.
Most of my facts on him are rumor, which make me hesitant to pull together assumptions. But from the looks of it, the reason he is in this class is because of its reputation of being a 'bird class'.
I didn't recognize a lot of the students, meaning they either flew under the radar, were new, or probably were freshman.
My eyes finished up their trace around the circle when someone caught my attention. "AMARI!" I instantly shot up from my seated position to embrace said girl, completely disregarding the fact that the teacher was mid-speech and I was interrupting. I full on tackled the still seated miko, pushing her onto her back in a tumble of raven and brown waves.
After we got back on track—and out of that overly embarrassing situation—Amari and I greeted each other properly. We stood so that I towered over her by about four inches. Although she is naturally shorter than me, my heels exaggerate our height difference by quite a bit. Soft, baby blue eyes smiled up at me.
Of course, she made a point to dust off her dark, form-fitting jeans and black Baby Phat tube top. Running her fingers through her waist length, brown hair of waves, flattening any bumps and tangles that formed.
The Shizukai's, Amari's family, have been close friends with my family for years. The relationship our mothers' shared caused us to grow up as the best of friends. But since Amari is a year older than me, she always had more responsibilities when it came to High School, so I saw less and less of her. Seniors don't share many classes with younger classmen, too.
Amari and I share many passions, like dancing. I'm sure she will be joining my dance team this year. She also has an amazing voice. Perhaps she will be in the 'Battle of the Bands'.
But, Amari doesn't necessarily like my Flawless crowd. Actually, she despises Suzuki and Inuyasha. I'm the only Flawless she'll talk to.
I haven't seen her all summer and now, the first time I've seen her in months, is in Drama class. So what do I do? I forget everything around me and tackle her to the ground out of sheer joy. What a stupid thing to do…
… Maybe no one noticed?
Yeah right! With everyone's eyes on us, they must have seen something! This will definitely be on the announcements tomorrow. Great! Better start coming up with that explanation now.
"Jeeze, Kagome. Why don't you just go all the way and have sex with your lover right here," Haruna sneered.
Didn't anyone notice that she only said that to attract their attention to her—Yeah, I do it too, but it doesn't mean that I can't look down on her for doing it. People would probably be laughing about this for the rest of the day, telling all of their friends about how Hari told Kagi off in Drama. I wouldn't be surprised if it was exaggerated to the point of people saying that we actually got into a full-on fistfight.
"Fuck off, Haruna." I sounded completely casual and natural as I said it; a glare sent her way to top it off. And yet, the class couldn't hold back their gasps of surprise.
Two Flawless were battling it out with each other. Who wouldn't be surprised?
Word must have not gotten around yet that the Flawless were currently separated. Interesting… Haruna has a big mouth. I would have bet money that she would have told anyone who would listen—which just happens to be most of the school population.
Haruna just scoffed and turned her head away. I won. I smirked to myself; I would brag about this later.
"Ms. Higurashi—"
"Kagi," I interjected Ms. Chori yet again. A few giggles erupted from around the circle. Kami, how immature! I wonder if she is getting peeved at my constant interruptions.
"Kagi," she starts again. "Is there something that you wanted to share with the class?" Why do all teachers use that line? Is it in some kind of teacher's manual, or something?
"Actually, Ms. Chori, there is." I smiled at the sound of more gasps due to my defiance. I gesture towards Amari. "Everyone, this is my bestest-best-friend, Amari!"
Seriously, the kids actually cheered and clapped.
Amari went to playfully slap me on the arm, which I allowed her to do. My face broke into a huge grin at the playful pout my friend wore; she wasn't one to draw attention to herself in front of a large group of kids she didn't know.
I obediently returned to my seat in the circle after saying what I needed to say, dragging Amari along next to me. Amari was now to my right with Minna on my left. I'm almost positive that Minna was glaring at Amari throughout the rest of class, most likely for stealing my attention away from her. But I paid her no mind; I had some catching up to do.
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"So, Kagi." Since when is your 'bestest-best-friend' supposed to mock you? "Can you sing?"
Well, that was blunt. She couldn't have just asked 'Are you going to enter the Battle of the Bands?' No. She just had to question my ability instead. What a great friend! And I loved her for it.
"I don't know," I answered with the honest truth.
"Okay, then… sing something!"
"What?!" I sputtered. I should have expected something crazy from her mouth.
"I said: sing something! Like a song. Like here and now…" she egged on, bouncing in anticipation that I would understand, but not in an excited way.
"Umm… Okay. What should I sing?" I glanced around me nervously. I wasn't so sure that I wanted to do this in the middle of fourth period with everyone still here. What if I wasn't any good? I would totally embarrass myself!
"I don't care! Just sing something!"
I hate that answer.
"I, I need some music." Yeah, I'm stalling.
"Someone turn on the radio!" Amari yelled out to the whole room, not once taking her eyes off of me, it was kinda intimidating.
I don't know who actually turned it on, but the radio in the drama room crackled to life, already being set on the main radio station all the kids listen to. A few commercials were finishing up, a new song would start any minute now. Maybe it'll be a guy song; then I would have some more time to get out of this.
I swear the Kamis hate me! It was 'Like a Boy' by Ciara. One of my favorites, but not something I would want to sing for my peers.
"Sing it, girl!"
Fuck it. At least I knew the song by heart.
"Pull up your pants"
(Just Like Em')
"Take out the trash"
(Just Like Em')
"getting ya cash like em'
Fast like em'
Girl you outta act like ya dig"
(What I'm talkin' bout')
"Security codes on everything
Vibrate so your phone don't ever ring"
(Joint Account)
"And another one he don't know about"
I couldn't read the look off Amari's face. It was between intense scrutiny and immense pleasure, like she just wanted to let loose and rock out to the music.
"Wish we could switch up the roles
And I could be that...
Tell you I love you
But when you call I never get back
Would you ask them questions like me?...
Like where you be at?
Cause I'm out 4 in the morning
On the corna rolling
Doing my own thing"
By this point, I got really into the song, becoming more comfortable with the sound of my own voice and just swingin' with the song.
"What if I?...
Had a thing on the side?
Made ya cry?
Would the rules change up?...
Or would they still apply?...
If I played you like a toy?...
Sometimes I wish I did act like a boy"
Once I had my first break when the man's voice took over the lyrics, I started to dance a little with anyone around me.
Can't be getting mad!
What You Mad?
Can't Handle that!
Can't be getting mad!
What you mad?
Can't handle that!
Everyone else in the room came to dance, some even joining in the singing.
"Girl go head and be..."
(Just Like Em')
"Go run the streets"
(Just Like Em')
"Come home late say sleep like em'
Creep like em'
Front with ya friends
Act hard when you're with em' like em'"
(What)
"Keep a straight face when ya tell a lie
Always keep an airtight alibi"
(Keep Him In The Dark)
"What he don't know won't break his heart
Wish we could switch up the roles
And I could be that...
Tell you I love you
But when you call I never get back
Would you ask them questions like me?...
Like where you be at?
Cause I'm out 4 in the morning
On the corna rolling
Doing my own thing
What if I?...
Had a thing on the side?
Made ya cry?
Would the rules change up?...
Or would they still apply?...
If I played you like a toy?...
Sometimes I wish I did act like a boy"
By the next break, everyone was either watching, dancing, or singing. Even Amari came and joined our little choir.
Can't be getting mad!
What You Mad?
Can't Handle that!
Can't be getting mad!
What you mad?
Can't handle that!
Can't be getting mad!
What you mad?
Can't handle that!
Can't be getting mad!
What you mad?
Can't handle that!
"If I was always gone
With the sun getting home"
(Would Ya Like That?)
"Told you I was with my crew
When I knew it wasn't true"
(Would Ya Like That?)
"If I act like you
Walk A mile off in yo shoes"
(Would Ya Like That?)
"I'm messing with your head again
Dose of your own medicine"
We probably sounded like shit together, but damn was it fun!
"What if I?...
Had a thing on the side?
Made ya cry?
Would the rules change up?...
Or would they still apply?...
If I played you like a toy?...
Sometimes I wish I did act like a boy"
Can't be getting mad!
What You Mad?
Can't Handle that!
Can't be getting mad!
What you mad?
Can't handle that!
Can't be getting mad!
What you mad?
Can't handle that!
Can't be getting mad!
What you mad?
Can't handle that!
That room was bumpin' by the musical break.
If I played you...
Would yo like that?
Had friends...
Would you like that?
never call?
Would you like that?
Hell naw
You wouldn't like that
No!
"What if I made ya cry!
Would they still apply!
What if I...
If I played you like a toy
Sometimes I wish I did act like a boy!"
Everyone had joined in by the last few verses and I only chose to sing some choice parts.
Students were going around high-fiving each other. It seemed that everyone forgot the purpose of that was to test my singing skills. Good.
"You rocked, Kagi!" Shit. Amari still remembered. Maybe I wasn't bad though…
"So…" I urged her forward, wanting to know what she thought.
"You did good, really. You should definitely try-out for the Battle of the Bands," she suggested, seemingly excited for me.
"You don't have to try-out, do you?" I never heard anything about try-outs before.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I just know you should do it."
"What about you, Miss Senior? You gonna do something fun for your last year here?" I nudged her with my shoulder, a stupid grin on my face.
"We'll see," she told me.
'Take Control' by Amerie filled the air. Instantly I grabbed hold of her arm, dragging her to the middle of the open floored room. "Let's dance!" My exclaimation brought more kids to the center, crowding together to sing and dance.
Hey
Wait a minute
Hey
I said baby
I love the way that you hold me
And you touch me like you know me
See I don't want nobody else
And I, I'm 'bout to offer all I can give him
'Cause I'm a slave to his rhythm
I said I just can't help myself
'Cause baby I love ya
And I Trust ya'
You don't have to worry 'bout nothing
Oh I'm alive right now, look at me
And I want ya
No I need ya
And I'll do anything to please ya
I just want you to take control of me (take control)
I said Hey! (hey)
Show me how you want it now (Do you)
Like it when I take it Down
I got everything and anything you need, I wanna bring it to you Baby
Hey! (hey)
Come a little closer Now (Don't stop)
Wanna go another Round
You got everything and anything I need, Want you to bring it to me Baby
Take Control of Me (take control of me)
Take Control of Me (take control of me)
Take Control of Me (take control of me)
Take Control
I said Baby
I got to tell you how much I love it
The way you kiss my neck in public
I try my best not to blush
Even when an argument comes around
You take the time to break it down
And you're never ever in a rush (Never never never, ever never Nev-er!)
And I'm Scared, And I'm nervous
Trying is always worth it
Oh I'm alive right now, Look at Me
I decided that this was going to be one of my most favorite classes of the year. Especially if we get to waste our time doing this all day!
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You have NO idea who sorry I am. Some know I have been working on previews for future stories. I also tried out for my school dance team, which I made! I have also recently started on my first novel, so it will not be posted here, maybe nowhere! But that will be one of my top priorities. This is still my favorite story, even though this chapter was rushed (as you can tell), here it is!
Luv Yall,
Muah!