Inuyasha © Takahashi, Rumiko
Ouran HSHC © Bisco, Hatori

Kagome/Harem (mainly Nekozawa)
Mori/Haruhi/Kyouya

The dress from the night before was folded neatly and tucked into her bag, underneath her books after having a maid wash it with the rest of her dirty laundry – if they were being paid to work, they might as well earn their pay, yes? Kagome adjusted the ribbon around her neck under the high white collar that came with the so-called uniform, eyes staring out the windows of the limo bringing her to her school, nervous despite the fact that it was her second day at the academy.

The walk was quiet to the building that held her home room, she was happy to see her new friend from the other day making his way to his own homeroom. Blue eyes brightened as she gave a small smile to herself and jogged over to the short male, holding up the front of her dress just a bit to do so, "Haruhi-kun!"

The brunette turned at the sound of her voice, watching as the black-haired female came to his side, "Oh, hi."

Kagome gave the teen a grin, letting go of her dress and walked with the brunette into the direction of their homerooms. The silence between them was comfortable, but a welcome for the two – Haruhi because of what she has to deal with when with the Host Club, and Kagome was able to think without worry about missing what it was that people said.

The duo paused when twin approached them, orange hair and amber eyes, looking between the two curiously – the miko took in their appearance before the two spoke.

"Who's this Haruhi?"

"Entertaining someone outside the Host Club?"

The brunette sent the twins a deadpanned look, "I'm not entertaining her. She's my friend."

The black-haired girl next to her inwardly smiled at the fact that the boy thought of her as his friend like she did. The trio started a conversation, and she felt like a fourth wheel all of a sudden, 'Maybe it'd be best if I leave them alone.'

Kagome made her way away from the small group, walking to her homeroom alone – ignoring the imploring eyes boring into her back as she did, hands clutching her beg straps in a white-knuckled grip. Rounding the courner, the miko paused and sighed, looking over he shoulder in the direction she had left the trio despite the wall blocking her vision. Closing her eyes, she turned back around and continued walking, bumping into someone for the second time in a row (she counted the day before's incident).

"Gomen nasai."

"Once again, we meet like this. I'm starting to find this quite sardonic and irionic, Kagome-kouhai."

Snapping her eyes open, the sixteen year old, looked up to the hooded figure of her sempai, Nekozawa, donned in his usual attire when at school; he moved the crème-colored cat puppet into her line of vision. He tilted his head slightly to the side, "Where's your cloak and puppet, kouhai?"

Kagome blinked, "They're in my bag, I figured that I'd save them for club activities, sempai. I also brought a dress strictly for the Black Magic Club, as well."

The hooded seventeen year old grinned, "I'll be anticipating seeing you in it, then, kouhai."

The miko gave a small bow, "All right. I should be getting to homeroom now, sempai. Have a good day."

She walked around the prone figure of Nekozawa, his eyes watching leave from the security of the cover of his black wig and hood. To him, there seemed to be something wrong with her – while he only knew her for a short amount of time thus far, it wasn't hard for him to decipher that she wore her emotions on her face; mimicking an open book.

Walking to the corner, the upper classmate peered around it to look at the person he saw her with yesterday morning – the so-called commoner attending Ouran on a scolarship – socializing with the Hiitachin twins.

::-::

Making her way to the room that the Black Magic Club was always held, coming to the door and opening it to see the dim lighting, easing her eyes of the brightness she was starting to associate with the rest of the school. Rubbing the back of her neck, that hand soon trailed down the chain of the necklace holding the Shikon. Looking around the darkened room, the sixteen year old closed the door behind her – startling when Nekozawa appeared out of no where in front of her.

Putting a hand to her chest, heart beating rapidly under her fingertips, Kagome tried to calm herself down before attempting to speak, "Nekozawa-sempai! Um, where might I be able to change my clothes?"

The darkly clothed upperclassman motioned to the curtain on the other side of the room. Flashing him a bright smile, the miko made her way over to the curtain – a candle was lit to giver her some light to aid her in changing. Stripping the pastel yellow dress off, she felt the dull ache behind her sinuses fade. Taking out all of her texts books, Kagome eased out her dress as well as the cloak and puppet the hooded male gave her the day before.

The soft material whispered over her body and the dress pooled around her feet – looking at her uniform, Kagome did the best she could to fold the puffy material and put it in a decent pile behind the curtain with her bag that she refilled with her textbooks. Eying another bag by her, she set hers down next to along with her dress. Straightening her dress to her liking, the cloak was swung around her shoulders, tied and the hood brought up to cover the top half of her face.

Holding the puppet, she exited from behind the curtain, tucking her puppet into her bosom to free up her hands.

"Odd place to place you Beelzenuf puppet, kouhai."

The miko flushed, the blush not able to be seen well in her opinion (she felt that her sempai spent a good amount of time in the darker environments and had better eyesight than her, so probably saw it – despite her initial thought). Giving a small pout, she replied to the statement, "It frees up my hands and is in a convenient location, sempai."

The wig-wearing seventeen year old said nothing to that, but had an amused air about him that made Kagome feel more comfortable around him. Following after him, he explained to her the workings of the club, letting her know just what it was that she was getting into with the Black Magic Club. It was fascinating to her, ever since the battle with Tsubaki, there had been a sort of morbid curiosity about the dark arts – hopefully this club wouldn't taint her miko ki.

After the explanation, the sixteen year old found her interest peaked when she picked up a deck of Tarot cards, she had never used them before, only having heard them before. It got her thinking, wondering if they could really predict the future about someone – would her ki affect the cards in anyway and possibly actually predict something about a person?

"I was the kid next door's imaginary friend."

Umehito looked over the table in the room to the female student shuffling through the cards and looking at them in interest. Unseen to her, he raised a brow at her for the random statement, "Pardon?"

Kagome looked up at him from underneath her hood and fringe, "It's a quote I remember reading somewhere. I don't know if it was appropriate, but it's a fun quote."

The wig-wearing classmate nodded, "I see. Do you know one that might relate to this club, then, kouhai?"

The sixteen year old flashed a large grin to the seventeen year old, "Of course."

"Well?"

"Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died."

The suddenness of the deep laughter that erupted from the upperclassman in front of her made her jump, but she had never thought that he'd laugh with his head thrown back and really laughing, not merely laughing for to appease her – he must've really liked the quote and that made euphoria bubble up in her chest at his joy.

"I take it that you like it?"

The older student managed to get his laughter under control, smile on his face as well as a small flush, "Yes. I'll have to remember that."

Kagome gave him a smile, "All right. Could you teach me how to properly use the Tarot cards, sempai?"

Reaching across the table, Umehito took the cards from the miko, "Of course. I'll teach you the basics first and then work up to the more complex knowledge with inverted cards and formations."

"Arigatou, sempai~"

The wig-wearing student nodded, "For the cards, the Major Arcana cards are the Fool, Magician, High Priestess, Empress, Emperor, Hierophant, Lovers, Chariot, Strength, Hermit, Wheel of Fortune, Justice, Hanged Man, Death, Temperance, Devil, Tower, Star, Moon, Sun, Judgement, and the World." With each card he named, he put down the respective card, turned towards her to allow her to see the picture and help the miko tell the cards apart.

He continued with his explanation, "For the Minor Arcana Cards, they are the Suits, Aces, Twos, Threes, Fours, Fives, Sixes, Sevens, Eights, Nines, Tens, Court Cards, Pages, Knights, Queens, and Kings." Nekozawa picked up the first set of cards he listed to explain their meanings.

Kagome nodded as he listed their meanings roll off of the upperclassman's tongue, trying her best to remember bits and pieces of any information that she could associate with each. The pictures of the cards themselves were easy to remember, especially since each were distinctly different from all of the others. It was all fascinating to her, just a bit to take in that would take some getting used to.

The explanation took a good portion of club time, actually all of it, now that she thought about it, however she wasn't in any sort of rush to leave – there was something about this club that made her try and delay her leaving, though she knew that it was inevitable. Gathering her stuff while the seventeen year old put away the Tarot cards, Kagome simply tucked her pastel uniform under her arm with her bag over her shoulder, grabbing the other bag that was by her's and brought it to the other student, " I take it that this is your's, sempai?"

Nekozawa looked over his shoulder at her, "Yes, you didn't have to grab it for me."

She shrugged, "I wanted to, since you spent all of the two hours of club to explain the Tarot cards to me."

The upperclassman nodded, before looking around the room, "The club doesn't get much visitors, and everything is put away, why don't I walk you to the school gates?"

Kagome smiled at her elder, "Thank you, sempai~"

"Think nothing of it."

Walking with the other student, Kagome did think something of it (whether she wanted to or not), and the silence between the two was comfortable for the miko was starting to think that (despite the little amount of time she spent with him), she could actually start to call him her friend. Also, there was this quality about him that Inuyasha lacked, but she didn't exactly know what it was at the moment.

Despite the urge to grab his hand that she could do with the hanyou, Kagome resisted and decided that she would be able to hold his hand when she knew him better; if he accepted it, though. Even though he said he;d bring her to the school gates, he didn't leave the building they were in, and she was at least happy that he walked with her. Turning to him, she tilted her head to the side, "I'll see you tomorrow, sempai?"

"Of course, unless you are leaving the Black Magic Club."

Gaping at the wig-wearing male, she playfully swatted at him, "I'm not leaving the club!" 'Will I run into you before homeroom and the club, though?'

Resisting the urge to hug the older male, Kagome gave him a small bow and a smile, "I best be going. See you tomorrow~" Turning, her dress and cloak swirled around her legs as she walked to the limo that was continually bringing her to and from her school. The chauffeur held open the door for her, though looked at her choice of new attire critically, closing it behind her when she was completely seated.

Back with the creator of the Black Magic Club, Tamaki watched as a girl in a cloak similar to the classmate that supposedly cursed him during last years exams. He gaped at the girl's back, wondering just what kind of girl would go for a person that could curse them quite easily (let alone even join the club of a black magic user).

::-::

While in the limo, the sixteen year old miko took off the cloak and removed the puppet from her bosom and placed them into her bag atop her textbooks. Sighing, she leaned back against the leather seats, one hand fiddling with the innocently sparkling Shikon. Many of the girls in her homeroom had ogled it, wondering just how much it cost (some even claimed that it must have been priceless).

'If only they knew that I was born with it within my body and then had it torn out by a centipede youkai. I bet that would go over really well.' Kagome gave a small shudder when even trying to imagine the reactions of her classmates if they learned that knowledge.

'More importantly, what would Nekozawa-sempai and Haruhi-kun think of that if they were to learn of it?'

::-::

That evening, while dining with Sesshōmaru, Kagome pushed her food around her plate, eating little – mulling over the thought of her secretes coming out into the open and how people would react to them. The Daiyoukai lowered the current reports of his company to give the black-haired teen a hard look, "Either eat or don't. It's a waste of nutrients and quit moping over trivial matters. I refuse to have an heir to be acting as such."

The sixteen year old huffed and glanced up at the inu youkai, "Gomen nasai, Sesshōmaru-sama. I just have a lot on my mind."

"Hn."

Inwardly, she rolled her eyes at the stoic male. Seemingly reading her mind, the silver-haired male brought the papers back to his face as he continued with his meal, "Do not act as such with this Sesshōmaru, miko."

Childishly, Kagome stuck her tongue out at him before popping a cut of flank steak in her mouth, only to startle when gold eyes peered over the papers' top and give her a hard glare. Making sure that she didn't choke, she returned to her food, deciding not to test the Daiyoukai's patience.

"Who's the human male whose scent was on you faintly yesterday and much more strongly today?"

Blushing, Kagome purposely chewed her meat slowly, debating on how to answer him. Swallowing her food, she answered honestly lest her strict schedule be even more strict, "He's my sempai, whose club I joined."

"Club, miko?"

She was hesitant, "Hai, the Black Magic Club."

"Hn."

Kagome rose a brow at the nonchalant sound. Sesshōmaru shuffled the papers in his grip, "Should you become a kuro miko and a threat to myself, I will not hesitate to kill you."

Shoulders slumping, Kagome let her head hang, "Hai. I'm just more into the fortune telling with the Tarot cards Nekozawa-sempai has."

"Good."

She resisted the urge to slap a hand to her face, 'Great, now he's going to look up anything and everything on Nekozawa-sempai. Kuso! Gomen nasai, sempai.'

I got a bit hung up on the beginning of the chapter, however, it came together as I got passed the first page. The Tarot Card information was retrieved from this site – (http:/ www. aeclectic. net/ tarot/ learn/ meanings/). Yes, this chapter is Nekozawa-centered, however, the next chapter should hopefully have Kagome interacting with the Host Club.