Collision by hasu86

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Disclaimer:  Inuyasha does not belong to me.

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A/N:  So I’ve been having formatting issues with posting my oneshot/drabble entries to the LJ comms. I don’t know what’s up—this used to not happen—and it’s totally frustrating. ::hangs head in defeat:: I guess I’ll keep trying, but until then, here’s a drabble, inspired by the prompt, Mesh. 400 words.

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Sesshoumaru observed her from the other side of the lunchroom. She sat alone at a small corner table, keeping to herself and out of everyone’s way. He watched as she fixed those hideous glasses of hers and then pull out a bento box wrapped neatly in an apple decorated cloth.

Higurashi, Kagome.

Tama High’s resident nerd, though surely one of many, and tortured plaything of one Tsubaki Morai, the school’s reigning, poison-tongued queen. He didn’t know why she targeted Higurashi—the female mind worked in mysterious ways after all—but as far as he knew, the quiet reserved girl who’d enrolled two months ago hadn’t done a thing to warrant such nasty behavior. But then again Tsubaki never needed a reason.

While he’d noticed Higurashi in passing, mainly due to Tsubaki’s public demonstrations, Sesshoumaru had never spared her more than a glance. A minor oversight. Because as he pondered the hapless girl, he realized all her pieces didn’t quite fit.

Sesshoumaru inwardly frowned, puzzled. There was something slightly off about her. He could feel it and yet…looking at her as she devoured what seemed to be a bottomless box of food, she seemed so ordinary. So utterly unassuming she might as well have been part of the wall.

“Why the face?”

Seshoumaru barely acknowledged his fellow senior classmate. “Higurashi.”

Ban almost choked on his fried noodles. “As in clumsy, pitiful nerd Kagome Higurashi?”

“Hnn.”

“Yash told me about the flip. You sure you two weren’t seeing things?”

Sesshoumaru pushed away his untouched bento before standing. “I intend to find out exactly what it was I saw.”  

He leisurely made his way towards an oblivious Kagome, attracting countless sets of eyes. She didn’t notice his approach until too late, when he’d already taken a seat beside her.  She moved to escape, but his warning glare rooted her in place. Sesshoumaru chose to say nothing, just silently watched as she fidgeted under his steady gold gaze.

When she reached for the last shrimp roll, he swiped it and popped it into his mouth.

Her lips parted in irritated disbelief. “Yah!” Kagome hissed, loud enough so only he could hear. “That was mine!”

A silvery eyebrow rose. It was certainly not the reaction he’d been anticipating. She sank lower in her seat, sulking and grumbling behind her too large glasses.

Sesshoumaru chewed thoughtfully and then swallowed. “You interest me, Higurashi…more than I expected.”        

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