"Care to explain what possessed you to take on two dozen boys in a grappling brawl?"
Kagome fidgeted nervously in the uncomfortable chair before the headmistress’ desk. Behind her was her form tutor and to her right was her Math tutor. Kagome had lost her voice… what else could she say? Her evil twin had started the fight, not her? They wouldn’t believe that… no one would… she’d doubt it herself. But they’d be even less likely to believe that the girl fighting those prats was actually a boy and a Wishbringer boy at that who was over five hundred years old if Oda Nobunaga was anything to swear by.
The woman who sat behind the desk before her was tiny and very shrew or sparrow like. Kagome already disliked her… seeing as the woman had already set her in detention yesterday.
"Well?" the headmistress pressed.
"I… I don’t know what to say…" She really didn’t. "I didn’t mean to hurt anyone…"
Except Inuyasha had. She’d seen the look in his eyes when he’d been beating the crap out of those other boys, he enjoyed throwing those punches… he lived for fighting. Kagome’s gaze fell her the hands she held clasped in her lap. Her knuckles had gone white. But she couldn’t understand why Inuyasha had done such a thing… she hadn’t realised he was out of her control like this. Wherever he seemed to go chaos and disruption seemed to follow. Whoever he met, all seemed to meet their own sticky end. Maybe he really was evil?
"Six boys have broken noses." The Math teacher to her right rattled off, making Kagome start nervously. "Two have broken arms and seven have broken ribs. The others have black eyes and bruises and split lips. You brutalised them, Higurashi."
Didn’t they think it was a little odd that little old Kagome had beaten up two dozen boys like some black belt Jackie Chan? Well… the entire student body who’d witnessed the fight couldn’t be wrong. Kagome bit her lip. "I didn’t mean to…"
"Not to mention we found this in your locker." Her form tutor stepped forward and placed a shoe box on the desk. Kagome had never seen it before in her life, she was sure of that much. The form tutor removed the lid and all occupants of the office leaned forward to take a look.
"What is it?" the headmistress asked with a puzzled frown. Kagome echoed her question silently in her head.
"It’s a home made bomb set to go off five minutes from now." The form tutor told them.
Kagome drew back with a gasp in her chair. Her form tutor glanced at her. "Don’t worry, I unplugged it."
"Care to explain why you have a bomb in your locker, Higurashi?" The headmistress asked, warily eyeing what looked like an egg timer attached to a small radio.
"I-I…" Kagome stammered as she looked from one teacher to the other. "It’s not mine! I didn’t put it in my locker – I suck at electronics – how could I make a bomb?!"
They didn’t believe her if all the grim faces watching her was anything to go by.
"I think…" the headmistress pursed her fingertips together as she rested her elbows on the table. "I’ll have to call your mother… you’re expelled from this school, Higurashi."
Kagome sank down in her seat miserably.