Inuyasha © Takahashi, Rumiko
Ouran High School Host Club © Hatori, Bisco

Kagome/Harem
Mori/Haruhi/Kyouya

The yellow certainly didn't do anything for her, however, it didn't ruin her complex in any way, shape, or form; it just dulled her eyes a bit. Pouting, Kagome looked to the silent man behind her, resting nonchalantly against the expensive door frame as if it was something beneath him that could and is easy to replace at no cost to him – which, in reality, it is. The miko sighed as she turned back to the vanity she was seated at, "This is a school uniform, Sesshōmaru?" 'It feels like I'm going to some odd formal ball or something.'

The youkai looked into her reflection's eyes, "Of course. If you are to live here, and alleviate the living conditions for your family, then you should go to the elite school." He tilted his head slightly, narrowing his irises to look – and succeeding without even trying – intimidating, "You will go. You're grades from your middle school were atrocious, and I made sure that you got into this school..."

The silence stretched between them, the dog demon pushed off of the door frame eloquently, movements fluid. Kagome furrowed her eyebrows as she waited for him to continue his small speech. It didn't take long before she was awarded for waiting.

"So you best keep your grades at the minimum of an A, more is always welcome and certainly no lower."

The sixteen year old watched the Daiyoukai leave, the sheer overwhelming size of her room – it was so much larger than the room she had back at her family's shrine – once his figure fully disappeared into the hallway and to where ever it was most convenient for him. She rested her elbows on the vanity, face falling into her open palms, dreading the next day that she was to start her new school.

If she could even call it that from what Sesshōmaru told her about it.

::-::

Lower eyelid twitching, Kagome made her way to the building, passing other students, some complimenting her while others merely watched her, not sure if they knew id she was actually rich or not – how high her status was in their community. It was a beautiful academy, no doubt about that, but Kagome just felt like she was being singled out somehow – she wasn't born into a wealthy family, just accepted into one.

Sighing, she looked at her schedule for her class, footsteps echoing lightly as she furrowed her brow at her schedule, wondering how she was supposed to find her class in this school. Her other hand held up the side of her skirt a small bit, allowing her to walk easier since she had never really worn a dress quite like this before.

To her dismay, Kagome collided with another student, a boy about her height that was not wearing the standard male uniform – rather, clothes he deemed fit to at least try and pass off as one – and thick-framed glasses. Both of them landed on the ground, brown eyes staring into brown as they finally looked at each other. The duo came out of their stupor at the same time gathering their respective bags. Kagome bowed, "Gomen nasai."

The boy blinked at her, clearly not expecting this, "It, um, it's all right."

Kagome gave him a small smile, "Are you new as well?"

The brunette nodded, "Yeah."

The sixteen year old looked at her schedule, "So... what class are you in?"

He looked surprised, "1-A."

The miko looked a bit bummed, "I see, I'm in 1-B. Still, think we can find our classes together?"

The brown-eyed male shrugged, "All right."

::-::

The day for the sixteen year old miko was boring to say the least, though she was glad for getting to know a fellow new student; Fujioka Haruhi – the students attending here seemed to have too much time on their hands (Kagome felt the exact opposite; while living with Sesshōmaru, she had to abide by a strict schedule he oh so generously thought up for her). Her eyebrows twitched at the thought of the Daiyoukai, 'I'm going to strangle him when I get home.'

While it was nice to get compliments from people re-raising her self-confidence about her self image, it was the girls that did the commenting – how the yellow brought out the deep blues of her eyes, which then brought out the blue sheen in her hair. The males did nothing really, just giver her a glance from the corners of their eyes and then go back to what they were doing.

'Was she really pretty or were the females being nice and courteous?'

Of course, the moment someone asked who she was related to, her mouth automatically announced 'Sesshōmaru,' and apparently word of status spread fast among the school – people were just now starting to avoid her for fear of the dog demon's wrath or something. However, there was those being nice to her simple because she said that; and then, there were those that were disbelieving of her being related with Sesshōmaru. Kagome gave an unladylike snort, 'As if I'd want to be related to him. I'm just living with him, so that it's easier for momma to put Souta through school and help grandpa with the Shrine.'

Closing her eyes, she hoped that she wouldn't run into anything – like a wall or person – however, she knew she should've stopped, but didn't want any rumors to circulate because of it. Like always, luck was not on her side and soon she bumped into another person, her eyes shooting open in time to see them let go of the gothic candelabra. Panic and adrenaline had her arms shot forward, gripping the candelabra tightly – the flames on it flickered, while the three candles didn't move an inch (luckily); however hot wax dripped onto the floor and cooled there.

She looked up the the cloaked, hooded figure, "I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going."

The figure looked between the gothic trident-styled candle holder to her. There was a cat puppet on his left hand, that momentarily distracted her, piquing her interest. The silence between the two was obvious and thich – as well as awkward – and the sixteen year old miko bit her bottom lip, kneading it between her teeth. After a moment or two, Kagome righted herself from her slightly hunched over position, still holding the candelabra, and the figure reached around the object to take her bottom lip out from between her teeth, observing her, "You have potential."

"Potential?"

"Yes. Why don't you join that Black Magic Club? Surely a darker dress would be more fitting for you than the one you're currently wearing. Besides, you'll get one of these," He raised his left hand with the puppet on it, "if you join."

Kagome looked down to the yellow sleeves of her uniform that she was able to see, 'I can agree with him there, but this dress is warm despite its looks.' The miko looked to where the – now identified – male's eyes would be, indecisiveness pooling in her stomach, 'Do I really want to..?' There was a certain temptation to this 'Black Magic Club,' just the term black magic was enough to make her wonder if it was actually legit (all the clubs she had come across outside of this during the summer didn't have any merit to them).

She made up her mind, "Prove to me that you can actually perform black magic, and I'll join this club of yours."

"Most certainly."

::-::

Kagome walked to the limo that Sesshōmaru had sent to have pick her up once school got out, a black cloak folded neatly under her arm with her own cat puppet (the only difference between her's and the now known Nekozawa's was the coloring; her's was black while his was a beige color). She blinked as the door was held open for her by the chauffeur, before getting in, 'I'm surprised that he was able to, though the blond he bothered seemed superstitious already.'

The ride was quiet as the limo driver brought her back to the head mansion that she was residing at with the Daiyoukai – while waiting, she plucked at the thin ribbon bow tied around her neck. Nekozawa had brought her to the Third Music Room, peering at the six hosts and their recently acquired so-called 'dog' that joined that day through a crack in a door, grinning as the blond freaked out (apparently he must've been cursed before with that reaction).

What surprised Kagome about the group was the amount of girls in the room, just what kind of club was it that the males were running exactly? Luckily the men hadn't seen her behind the cloaked Black Magic Club founder. She rested her cloak and puppet on her lap, hand rubbing at her temple as she decided to just ignore the question and deal with it tomorrow after asking Nekozawa.

Leaning back, she looked out the tinted window of the vehicle, watching as the mansion came into view – listening as the tires rolled over the small pebbles of the smooth dirt driveway (the Daiyoukai refused to get it paved simply because of the fact his nose was highly sensitive, so the mansion had a natural look to it with the dirt driveway and plant vines creeping up the front corners and columns of the housing). The miko blinked as she spotted the figure of the aforementioned youkai, wondering why he was actually waiting for her.

'Wait, what time was it anyway?' Kagome looked down at the thin silver watch on her wrist, frowning as the time was the normal time she would have arrived. She wasn't late or anything, nor was she too early to be questionable.

The limo pulled up so that her door was in front of the main mansion doors, the Daiyoukai's gold irises watching her door all the while the limo was turned off and the chauffeur came around to open her door for her. Kagome gathered her bag and acquired items for her sempai, hugging the cloak and puppet to her chest; accepting the hand held out to her by the driver and making her way out of the sleek black vehicle.

The inu youkai's eyes stared at the black material in her arms, "Just what is that?"

Kagome looked down to the cloak and puppet, "I was given it by a friend at the academy."

The only answer she received was a slender brow being raised at her answer, she flushed at the silence while the chauffeur closed her door behind her and drove off – his job done. The miko stood there for a few minutes before walking towards the human-looking youkai and going around him into the mansion. The house seemed darker, but only because of the fact that the outside seemed bright and sunny. The Daiyoukai followed her, closing the door – sound resonating throughout the mansion's entryway.

A pink bauble dangled down into her line of vision, the chain wound through the slender (and deadly clawed) fingers and she followed the appendage up to the face of Sesshōmaru's face, "Why do you have the Shikon?"

"Even with the wards you place around it, the sight of something as precious as this is bound to be innocently swiped by someone and the wards wouldn't be brought with it – which would release the power you are trying to contain." he explained simply. He moved his hand to unclasp the necklace; Kagome lifted her hair at the look in the Daiyoukai's eye; and he moved his hands behind her neck to clasp the Shikon's chain, "You will be wearing this at all times, from now on. We cannot risk allowing it to fall into another person's hands whose like Naraku or worse."

The sixteen year old miko nodded, as she let her hair fall back onto her shoulders and upper back – accepting this, knowing that it's futile to argue with the silver-haired male once he had made a decision. Turning from the male, she made her way to her spacious room – setting her bag and clothing on the bed.

Locking the door, Kagome eased her way out of the pastel yellow dress, setting it with her bag and cloak on the bed, making her way to the walk-in closet she was given with the room, searching among it's contents. Find something of interest, the miko rand her hand down the length of it before taking it off of the pole with was hanging on. Making her way out of the closet, Kagome walked over to the full length mirrors in the corner of the room.

Looking over the clothing she chose, it wasn't difficult to put on – simply slipping it over her head (the dress itself was simple; form-fitting on her torso and upper arms, it widened to form a bell shape from her elbows to her knuckles, and a waterfall effect was formed from her waist to the floor – covering her feet). Kagome fixed and fiddled with the blue lace around the square-cut collar that was modest. Picking up the skirt in front of her legs, she walked over to the cloak and unfolded it; swinging it onto her shoulders and pulling the hood over her head.

Putting the doll on her hand, the miko made her way over to the mirror, admiring herself and checking herself out this way and that.

"... Surely a darker dress would be more fitting for you than the one you're currently wearing. ..."

Smiling, Kagome played with the puppet on her hand while the other grasped the completed Shikon hanging around her neck, 'I couldn't agree more, Nekozawa-sempai.'

Just a story I'm starting while waiting to be able to finish the current one-shot for Hobby: Cosplay. Why is Kagome always in a male uniform? Sure Haruhi does it, but Kagome has a bigger chest than her, so it'd be hard for her to hide it, and her voice is higher than Haruhi's. I'm doing a story out of that norm of Kagome cross-dressing. The dresses aren't that bad in the anime, just a bit silly for a uniform.