Shikon School of Special Education by SheDevil

A New School

Kagome is seventeen in this story and naturally, has her license

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in regards to Inuyasha and that makes me sad. 

Chapter 1: New School

As the sun rose, its bright rays peaked through the blinds in Kagome's room. Bothered by the light, Kagome turned in her bed, pulled the coves over her head, and gave a low moan. It was way to early to get up. Her room wasn't the most tidy room in the house. Stacks of books covered her small desk, papers were scattered on the floor and her pajamas over flowed its drawer, stopping it from closing correctly. If Kagome would describe herself, she's probably just say she was slim yet boringly average. She obviously didn't look into the mirror much. Kagome's long ebony hair reached the small of her back, with enough volume that made all the Japanese girls green with envy. 

Kagome's mother stood in the kitchen; a wrinkle forming on her forehead. Kamome had an hour to get to school, and knowing her daughter, it wasn't enough time to get ready in the mornings. Teenagers. Although she loved both children dearly, Ms. Higurashi knew first hand that overbearing children created unnecessary stress, which thanks to Japanese society, already created unrealistic expectations. 

Walking down the hall, Ms. Higurashi first went to, her youngest child, Souta's room to wake him.

Souta’s room was the typical little boy’s room. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle and GI Joe action figures littered the ground making intruders proceed with caution—especially when barefoot. The Hot Wheel Cars were exceptionally dangerous. One foul step could land you in the hospital with a broken collarbone. Knowledge only attained by first hand experience, thank you very much.

When she finally reached Souta, she laid her hand gently on his back

"Souta it's time to wake up"

Souta opened his eyes slowly. His morning fresh eyes were not accustomed to the harsh lighting in his bright room.

"Ok mom.", Souta groaned.

Ms. Higurashi then went to Kagome's room and opened the door. Unlike Souta’s boyish room, Kagome’s room was definitely feminine but also slightly uninteresting. Today however was a different story. Ms. Higurashi had never seen Kagome’s room…so… so…messy before. It was obvious that Kagome, nervous of her new day at school had created a hurricane in her room and only the gods themselves can rearrange.

Ms. Higurashi called out from the bedroom door, "Kagome dear, it's time to wake up. You don't want to be late for school, do you?"

Kagome groaned, almost zombie-like sat up very slowly, turned her head towards the door and responded, "I'm up."

Ms. Higurashi, let out a big sigh, left the room and went back to the kitchen to finish making breakfast.

Instead of waking up and getting ready for school. Kagome flopped back down into her bed, snuggled deeper into her soft pillow, and went back to sleep. She was way too tired to wake up so damn early and her pillow felt like heaven today.

~The Previous Night~

"Notebook...check."

"Assignment book...check"

"Make up.... check"

"Pencils and pens...double check"

" Paper... check"...

"OK! I guess that's it for now."

The previous night, Kagome was so nervous about going to school and she ran through her checklist ten times. She paced back and forth in her room, chucking random objects over her shoulder. 

"Oh wait! What about my hair? Who knows, it might get messed up at school!"

"Mini brush...check"

This went on for quite some time. She shouldn't have started going through her checklist at eleven at night. By the time she finished, it was  past midnight and tomorrow was her first day at a new school.

Well, to be exact; it was the middle of the year, and she was being transferred to a new school.

Kagome didn’t fit well into her old school. Although she had thought of herself as an easygoing person, she had not made a single friend while there—she was an outcast. Her teachers lack any form of courtesy towards students who weren’t a brownnoser and the students ran a lifestyle that one usually sees only on T.V.—a life of scandal, treachery, sex, gossip and drama. It was quite too much for Kagome and her mother thought so too. Therefore, after the second semester was over, Kagome was immediately transferred to a new school.

"EEpp! Which color uniform am I going to wear?"

After having a fashion show with all of the uniform colors. She decided on the white polo shirt, and the green skirt.

White always complemented her ebony hair and blue eyes well. That's right, Blue eyes! As if all the other things mentioned before didn't make her unique enough. After her fashion meltdown was over, she looked at her alarm clock and now noticed that it was one in the morning.

'Yea, it's time to go to bed, l hope I can wake up for school tomorrow.'

Easier said than done.

With that, she quickly changed into her flannel pajamas and cooed her fat yet cuddley cat onto her bed.

Kagome was going to attend Shikon School of Special Education. Her old school, Miko Academy, wasn't at all what she had expected. Miko Academy was a co-ed school that helped young monks and mikos train their abilities in purification, ritual, ceremony and the lifestyle of those who serve people, Buddha or kami.

Being raised on the Higurashi Shrine, her family took interest in her Miko abilities, and decided that she should take full advantage of them. It is quite fortunate to have someone with these abilities serving in a shrine or temple. Not only could they serve the community, but they will also attract visitors to the shine, which ultimately creates more business.

Kagome had tried Miko Academy, but after two semester she had had enough. Her mother then enrolled her into Shikon School of Special Education. Hearing this, Kagome thought it was a school for the mentally disabled. What else could she imagine from a school of ‘special education’?

Kagome knew she was different and special in her miko abilities, but not mental. Her mother then explained to her that Mikos, Monks, Exterminators, and Demons go to that school to train and to be educated. In Kagome’s world, there were two realities—one that only humans ,plants and animals that inhabit the earth live in. That is a much simpler world. Unbeknownst to most, there was another world. In which creatures from the depths of our imagination lived. Monks and Mikos are common to the first reality, but does everyone know about their extraordinary holy powers? What about Demons? Not the ones that are referred to in the Bible—these are not fallen angels, though most are equally as beautiful as angels themselves. These Demons are unique creatures; containing superhuman powers that humans themselves have dreamed about in comics. To Kagome, those comics are real and that’s is why schools like Miko Academy and the Shikon School of Special Education are formed; to help these unique individuals thrive in a society in which they do not exist, to help control their powers, and to govern them accordingly.

Kagome wasn't so sure about this new school, but she was despite to get away from her old school

***

Still sleeping very comfortable in her bed. Kagome’s radio alarm's screen brightened...

"Hey wuz up everybody, it's me DJ Ed on the turn tables! Today is a beautiful sunny day. And if you’re trying to get some where by 8:00, then you better wake your ass up, before you are TARDE! Because it is now 7:55 am and we are about to hit you up with none stop hits."

(Music starts playing)

'7:55? '

"OH MY GOD!"

With that Kagome shot straight up and looked at her alarm clock in disbelief. DJ Ed just ruined her life! She scrambled out of bed in utter panic. She look around frantically for a moment and then ran straight for her dresser. In her hurry, she didn't even realize that she knocked her extremely fat, sleeping, cat, Buyo off of her bed. Even obese, Buyo still had the reflexes to land on his feet.

She put on her uniform in record time and ran into the bathroom.

After coming out of the bathroom, she didn’t even bother brushing her hair, picked up her backpack ran out the door.

She ran down the hall, almost knocking into her mom.

"MOM WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP!"

"I did dear, you said you were up. You even sat up and looked at me,"

Her mom should have known that she doesn't wake up that easily. She was her mother and mothers knew EVERYTHING.

"AND YOU BELIEVED ME?"

She didn't even wait for her mother to respond, she grabbed her car keys off the table, and headed for the door.

Her mother yelled out, "Aren't you going to eat breakfast!"

Kagome heard her mother; she unlocked the car and climbed in while answering her mother.

"There's no time, I'm going to be late!"

With that Kagome backed up the car and drove away.

Her small squared Honda raced down her neighborhood not giving a second thought to pedestrians or those annoying speed bumps

“I can't be late! I won't be late!” said Kagome as she left out a sigh. ”I'm going to be late.”

Driving towards her new school was probably the closed thing to torture she would ever experience. Every time she got to an intersection, the light would turn red. She had to be at school at 8:15am. And it didn't seem like she was going to make it. The light turned green, and she floored it--only to come to a dead halt at the next intersection. She wanted to run the red badly, but she knew the consequences of possibly hitting another car-her insurance was bad enough. She slammed her hands on the steering wheel, mentally begging the intersection light gods for mercy

As she waited there at the intersection for the damn light to turn green, she noticed a red convertible pull up next to her. It was a foreign car, a Mustang, not very common in Japan, but beautiful nonetheless. The top was down, so she got a good view of the driver.

The driver was the most beautiful man she had ever seen…ever! It was very odd to say that a man was beautiful, but there were no other words that come to mind. He had long silvery hair that accented his ivory-pale skin and delicate features beautifully. It also made the stripes on his cheekbones and the crescent moon mark on his forehead stand out, highlighting his eyes.

Golden eyes!