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Chapter One: New Friends

Chapter One: New Friends

As Kagome walked down the street, she readjusted her school bag on her shoulder for what seemed to be the millionth time, so far, in the last 10-minutes. Kagome Higurashi: a normal 18-year old college student at Tokyo University, one of the most prestigious schools in all of Japan. Like all other students at Tokyo U., she had a shitload of homework to do. "*sigh* damn teachers. They should all rot in hell for giving us so much homework on the first day of school. The first goddamn-motherfucking day of school; couldn't they go at least a little easier on use freshmen?" Kagome said to no one in particular. Today was the first day of the new school year, and Kagome was heading toward her dorm room to unpack her belongings and hopefully to get some studying done. "Let's see now, Room 579... 579... 579... 5-7-9... 569... 572... 575... 578... 581... 584... SHIT! Where the hell is that goddamned room anyway? Kami, I swear this school hates me. It's all one, huge conspiracy!" Just then, another girl, about Kagome's age tapped her on the shoulder. Startled, Kagome turned around to see that the girl had dark brown eyes, long, black hair put into a high ponytail, and was wearing a tight white tank-top with black jeans.

"Umm... hi. I'm Sango." the other girl said shyly. "I can't find my room and I'm a freshman, so I'm new here. Can you help me?"

"Yeah, sure. I would help you, but there's a slight problem with that. Heh, heh... you see, I'm in the same position you're in and I have no earthly idea where my room is either, and I'm kinda...sorta lost. Since we're both utterly lost, how about we help each other find our dorms?"

"Sure! That sounds great! My room number's 579 and I think my roommate's name is Kagome. Do you know her?"

"Uh-huh, she's me, and 579's my room number too."

"Guess that means we're roommates."

"Guess so!"

"Come on. Let's so standing around in the middle of the hall like fools and find our room."

"Yeah," Kagome chuckled softly, "Let's go."

At that, they walked together down the hall, off to go search for their incredibly hard-to-find room.

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When Kagome and Sango finally found their room, 47 minutes later, they were completely exhausted from looking all over the campus for it. After they dragged their tired bodies inside, they were greeted with the sight of a long corridor with two passageways and two doors branching off of it. The first passageway led to a small kitchen with a tiny table and a stove and oven and refrigerator. On the other side of the corridor was a small living room with only a tiny old couch, two chairs, a TV, and a small desk in a dark corner of the room with a lamp on it. Further along the corridor, one of the doors led to an incredibly small and cramped bedroom, which had two twin size beds with a nightstand in between them and another TV at the opposite wall, facing the beds, on a cabinet . There were also two bookcases in the room, two dressers, and a walk-in closet. The last door in the corridor led to the bathroom. There was a toilet, a sink, and a shower in it. "Well...at least we don't have to buy furniture." observed Kagome.

"Not that it's fit if we bought some anyway."

"True, but at least the stuff we have is better than nothing."

After that, they proceeded to unpack all of their belongings that were presently stuffed into all sorts of boxes and suitcases and littering the corridor.

~*~4 hours later~*~

"Ugh!" exclaimed Kagome as she collapsed onto the towers of empty boxes that were piled into messy stacks in the middle of their room.

"You can say that again! I'll be happy if I never see another suitcase of the rest of my life."

"I hate unpacking...unfortunately, we'll have to go through all of this again at the end of the year, and again next year, and the year after that too."

"...did you HAVE to remind me about that?"

"Heh, heh sorr..."

At that moment, the girls heard a very loud crash in the hallway, followed by a man yelling a long sting of curses. When Kagome and Sango opened their door to check out what all the commotion was, they found three guys there: one with short, black hair pulled into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck, wearing a navy blue t-shirt and baggy blue shorts, standing in the middle of the hall, looking dismayed, one with long, black hair pulled into a high ponytail and wearing a black shirt with beige cargo shorts, hopping up and down on one foot while holding the other one, still cussing , and one with white hair and stunning golden eyes rolling on the ground laughing so hard that he had started crying. At their feet, was a large box with its contents spilled all over the hallway. Sango went up to the guy with the short black hair (the only one that seemed sane at the moment) and asked him what was going on.

"Well, we're kind of unpacking. I'm Miroku, by the way, the guy on the floor is Inuyasha and that other guy over there is Kouga. Unfortunately, all of us are incapable of unpacking. That's the thirteenth box we've dropped today. Our room is just two doors down too. Me and Kouga are in room 578. Inuyasha lives in his own apartment a couple of blocks away from school. He's here today to help us unpack."

"Oh...well I'm Sango and this is Kagome. We're in 579, right across the hall from you, and since I seriously doubt we'll get any studying done tonight with all this commotion out here, we'll help you."

"Thanks a lot. We could use the help." Miroku turned to Kouga and Inuyasha and yelled, "Hey, will you two shut the hell up?! We got two really hott chicks here to help us unpack!" as he familiarized his hand with Sango's backside.

Needless to say, Inuyasha and Kouga immediately shut up as soon as they heard the familiar scream of "HENTAI!!!" a slap, and the thud of their friend's unconscious body hitting the floor. Turning around, they noticed the two girls standing there and hastened to introduce themselves. When introductions were over, Kouga proceeded to do the same thing Miroku did, except with Kagome. Unfortunately, he wound up with the same fate that befell Miroku. Seeing as both his friends were on the ground, unconscious, Inuyasha decided to make a mental note to himself that if he were ever to flirt with Kagome or Sango, he should be a bit more discreet about it.

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When Kouga and Miroku finally regained consciousness several hours later, they found that they had been laid on the couches inside their fully furnished dorm room. Looking down, they saw Inuyasha collapsed in the middle of the floor, seemingly half-dead. When they tried poking him to confirm if he was still part of this world, they recieved no response, so they left him there to see if there were any clues as to how their room got miraculously furnished because they honestly didn't believe that someone like Inuyasha was capable of doing something like this. Approaching the kitchen, they smelled food...food that smelled like it might possibly be edible. Now they definitely knew that Inuyasha didn't do it. As they got closer to the kitchen, they heard some singing and considering they left their friend lying half dead on the living room floor (or at least they thought they did), using what little logic they had, they deduced that it wasn't possible for Inuyasha to be in two places at once, or for him to have a feminine voice and be singing a gooey 80's pop love song...or was it??? Looking into the doorway of the kitchen, they saw two really good looking girls in there cooking udon. Thinking back a bit, Kouga realized that they might look vaguely familiar and Miroku wondered if he had "properly introduced" himself yet. After pondering over this dilemma for 5 seconds, Miroku decided that there was too much thinking and not enough groping in the room and proceeded to grope the girl that was closest to him, who just happened to be Sango.

Meanwhile, Sango was starting to feel sorry for the poor boy, who had identified himself as Miroku earlier. It had already been three and a half hours and he still had yet to regain consciousness. A hand groping her butt rudely shook her out of her thoughts. Turning around, she realized that it was the same person that she had been feeling sorry for. Angry, she turned around and slapped him as hard as she could, which was pretty hard considering she was the captain of the girl's judo club back at her high school. Witnessing this scene seemed to jog Kouga's memory a little, and turning to Kagome, he realized that she was the girl that had beaten the shit out of him earlier. Thinking that the girl had a mean right hook, Kouga decided to play it a bit safer this time around and walked up to Kagome and put his arm around her, telling her that he thought she was the most beautiful person that he had ever seen in his life and that she would be his woman from now on. This wasn't a very good idea. They were in the kitchen and Kagome had full access to a variety of sharp and pointy objects. Kagome, like Sango, was fully capable of being a violent maniac when she wanted to. She just didn't look it. Being the oldest child in a long line of shrine-keepers, she was raised to become a miko and to be a miko, you had to be able to use a bow and arrow at least halfway decently. Kagome just happened to be freakishly good at it. To be able to be good at archery, you need to have perfect aim. If you have parfect aim, you can throw a knife with pinpoint precision. If you are able to throw a knife with pinpoint precision, then you can scare the living crap out of anyone, especially if you happen to have a very sharp object in your hand. Unfortunately, Kouga didn't know any of that. Too bad for him. Mere seconds later, Kouga let out a high pitched squeak and was running out of the kitchen at full speed with a barrage of assorted kitchen utensils being thrown at him. Tripping over Inuyasha's form and giving him a rude awakening, Kouga got up and took off at superhuman speeds with an angry Inuyasha, a fuming Kagome, and an arsenal of objects after him.

INUYASHA © Rumiko Takahashi/Shogakukan • Yomiuri TV • Sunrise 2000
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