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It�s Al! In all her moody glory.

Nikanaru

Chapter 3
Kung
Fu Cheerleader Revenge
Or
Shit
Finally Starts Happening

Phys Ed.
Dodge ball.

Yeehaw.

In his own
mind, Max held a sort of �Top Five� ranking of his favorite classes. Positions
fluxuated depending on the circumstances, such as due dates and upcoming
projects, but generally speaking, it went something like this:

5: Biology: Largely unremarkable and boring, but the
occasional organism that they got to dissect gave the class some major
�Groovascious� points.

4: Art class: Because the teacher was one of those
art-for-art�s sake blowhards. So despite the fact that Max had the artistic
talent of a walnut, all he had to do was make up some bullshit about how his
unrecognizable mess on the canvas represented the self/quest for
enlightenment/comments on the social condition/represents everything by
representing nothing. If he was convincing enough, it was �A� for effort.

3: English: Luckily, not a class where much time was spent
analyzing Shakespeare, but mostly spent on students� own writings. Which meant
that Max could write scathing monologues, poems, soliloquies, and horror
stories about his various pet peeves. Society�s foolish embracing of headset
phones was the popular topic of late.

2: Phys Ed: A common favorite among students, this was a
class where they could, for a little less than an hour a day, leave behind
their academic worries in favor of physical ones.

Like broken
legs.

Despite the
fact that he was constantly suppressing his strength and speed, Max still loved
sports. It was exhilarating for him, as though he had an adrenaline lust and
needed a good fix. Generally speaking, he tried to stay active and get some
good amount of exercise. He tried at times to push himself to his own limits,
but the only times he ever got to use his full physical abilities was when he
was in the woods at the back of the shrine, or when he was jumping rooftops
across town.

But the
problem was that he always did those alone. He couldn�t unveil the full extent
of his physical prowess in front of others, and even if he did, he couldn�t
expect them to keep up with him. And that was�well, boring. So in spite of the
fact that he was holding back immensely, a good game of basketball, football,
soccer, or hell, even dodge ball was a great rush for him.

Furthermore,
Max had this downright bizarre �thing� where he felt a compulsive need to go
fetch tossed balls.

And sure
enough, he successfully nabbed the ball that the opposing team had tried to
nail him with. And, sure enough, a semi-sadistic grin emerged on his face as he
sent the ball sailing right back at his assailant. Not too hard, of course, but
just enough to let the other guy know that Max was no pushover. The ball struck
true, and bounced off the guy�s chest in his failed attempt to claw at it.

�YEAH!�
Yelled Kato. �Suck on THAT!� He then turned to Max, palm raised in the air,
expecting a high-five.

�Uh�yeah. Been eating my Wheaties or something.� Max
returned with a half-hearted slap. As much as Max liked winning, he wasn�t
exactly much of a show boater.

The hell�s with him today? Normally, Kato wasn�t
either, which caught Max off guard.
Several
yards away at the volleyball courts, Al turned around at the sound of cheering.
There were the boys�, jumping and chanting immaturely over an ultimately
useless achievement. Typical.

She sneered
and returned her attention to the badminton court as her team served. The class
went on fairly uneventfully, with her playing like a person who had to do it
for grades. She was bored out of her skull, not caring to play a game she
didn�t like with people she didn�t like.

Speaking of
people she didn�t like, the sound of a door suddenly slamming open brought her
attention to the exits leading out of the main building. Two girls stormed
outside onto the courtyards, and it only took a second for Al to recognize them
as Yoshi and Kina, two members of the school cheerleading team.

Cheerleaders
were far from her favorite kind of social group in school. In fact, they were
among her least ranking. She always knew them to be vapid, shallow, and
downright skanky. Trophy girlfriends for jocks with little to actually contribute
to society.

What made
Al suddenly so interested in them was the fact that at that moment, they didn�t
look at all like the stereotypical shallow cheerleaders she�d known. Instead,
they both wore expressions of immense seriousness and anger. As they marched
forth, their body language indicated an obvious urgency, like a cat preparing
for a confrontation. And they were making a beeline for the boys� courts. Al
found that this peculiar picture caught her interest far more than any insipid
round of badminton she was playing.

�I�ll�uh,
be right back.� She said as she excused herself from the court. Given that she
wasn�t the most popular gal in class, no one bothered to ask her if something
was wrong, and their phys ed. coach was supervising another match on the other
end of the girls� courts.

Rushing,
but not running, to keep up with the charging cheerleaders, she saw them both
reach the boy�s court and confronted the closest male in their vicinity. One
who was standing just outside the court in the �out� area.

�Which one
of these guys is Yamaro Seika?!� Yoshi demanded as she came up to him. The guy
was startled, as anyone would probably be when suddenly confronted with clearly
enraged ladies. He hesitated, stammered, seemingly unable to complete a full
sentence. �Answer me!� She demanded again.

�Oh yeah!!
I�ll bet that hurt like a dirty, rotten bitch!� Kato yelled over the game
again, giving Max a slap on the back. Max, kinda just put his hand behind his
head and shrugged, kind of getting into the spirit.

�Yeah,
well, what the hell.�

�T�that
guy!� The boy stammered, pointing at Max.

Catching up
to them, Al was about to correct him. She never got the opportunity, though, as
Kina and Yoshi immediately marched into the dodge ball court. A few of the boys
noticed, able only to offer perplexed glares. Max didn�t see them coming,
though, as he had his back turned to them as he mimed blowing the smoke out of
his freshly shot imaginary pistol.

�HEY!� Kina
yelled at him as they closed in.

Max turned
around just in time to see her fist ramming into his face.

The entire
court gasped as he staggered back, not so much from pain but in sheer surprise.
Before he could regain his footing, he received a swift kick to the gut from
Yoshi.

WHAT THE
FUCK?!?!

He quickly
hopped back a distance to identify his assailants, only to have them charge
right at him. This time, Max had enough time to block an oncoming backhand from
Yoshi with his wrist. As he defended himself, however, Kina shot foreword and
tried a sweep kick on his feet. Seeing that coming as well, he jumped it and
hopped back again.

�What the
hell are you doing?!� Max yelled out to them, but received no response as they
shot right after him. In stupor and confusion, all Max could do was block and
dodge.

Al, the
boy�s class and their gym coach all gaped in stunned shock as these two
cheerleaders just popped out of nowhere and relentlessly assailed Max.

Having had
some training from his Great-Grandfather in martial arts, he could tell from
both Kina and Yoshi�s moves that they were clearly well versed as well.
Probably more so than him. Max, however, had his natural speed and strength at
his disposal, so he was able to keep up with their movements. But he couldn�t
possibly return any blows because:

They were
girls, and he was a boy. No one likes it when boys hit girls.
He had no
fucking clue what the hell was going on.
If he did
try to hit back, he could accidentally rip through them. No one likes it even
less when boys maim girls.

But the
fact that there were two of them wailing on him relentlessly didn�t make things
particularly simple. He blocked, dodged, defended and parried every shot, but
not easily, and he was continually being pushed back. While Max did know some
Kung Fu moves, he had never actually sparred with anyone.

Soon, he had been pushed back to the bleachers. Seeing
little other recourse, he jumped up onto it and tried climbing up to escape the
girls. Not much luck there, as they jumped right up after him, still kicking
and punching. They moved expertly, hopping from one step of the bleachers to
another as they rained blows upon him. Max carefully tried to watch his footing
as he kept defending, but took a misstep and went crashing down. He grunted and
looked back up just in time to see Yoshi about to heel-stomp his head. Yelping,
Max rolled out of the way, dodging barely, crashing down onto another step. He
looked back up, only to see her trying again. He rolled, and crashed down
another level. Before they could repeat this all the way to the pavement, Kina
grabbed him by his hair and pulled him to his feet, while her other hand
grabbed his arm and locked if behind him, presumably pinning him. Max could
have broken that hold, but had his arm pinned in such a way that no �Human�
could break it by brute strength. If he did that, it would mean exposing his
superhuman strength.

Maybe I
could just convince them that I�m a steroid fiend!

On the other hand, as he stood there, arm pinned and hair
being yanked on, Yoshi was winding her arm back to deck him, and deck him good.

Hmm. Be
labeled a druggie, or get ass kicked by girls? Shit.

�STOP
IT!!!� A new voice screamed across the court. All heads turned to another
cheerleader, Reya, flanked by other members of the cheerleading squad, She
looked at them with tear-filled, and blackened eyes. �What are you doing?!�

�Goddamit,
Reya, we�re gonna make this bastard pay!� Kina shouted back. �You can�t possibly
want to defend him after what he did!�

�That�s not
even him!� Reya screamed back between sobs.

�What?!�
Yoshi, still with her fist at the ready, looked over Max, still pinned down.
�You�re��

�Um�hi?�
Max greeted her unsurely, offering a shake with his free hand. �Max Higurashi.�
Yoshi and Kina traded incredulous looks a moment before Kina finally released
him.

�So�� Kina
said, looking over the class of mystified males. �Which one of you is Yamaro??�
The name ringing a bell for most of the class, heads began scanning the area
for that individual.

�Um��scuse
me?� Al said, stepping forth. �Yamaro was the guy that you two first asked.�
Looks of horror hit their faces. �The guy who went running off that way.� She
added, pointing towards the corner around the building, leading to the parking
lot.

Yoshi and
Kina both grunted in frustration and sped off in that direction. Leaving a
bewildered gym class, and an extremely bewildered Max.

�Wait!�
Reya called after them. �Please, don�t! You�ll just�� She broke into tears
again. �He�oh God.� A few other girls hugged her closely, offering her some
comfort.

�What the
FUCK was all that about?� Max demanded as he descended the bleachers.

�You know
Yamaro??� One of them questioned him.

�I�well,
I�m aware of him, yes.� Max did know Yamaro. Not personally, but they did take
a few classes, this one inclusive, together. Pretty much all he knew of him was
that Yamaro was on the school baseball team.

�Well that
rat fucking bastard�� She began to shout angrily, but quickly controlled
herself. ��he�� she now hesitated, looking back at the sobbing Reya, unsure if
she should announce it for all to hear.

Reya beat
her to it.

�HE RAPED
ME!!!� She screamed, as if unleashing all her pain, all her rage into her
voice. �HE FUCKI�kaa!� She choked on another sob before she could continue.

The entire
class looked wide eyed at her. There was utter silence, save for Reya�s
wracking sobs.

Moments
passed until finally the coach stepped forth and took charge.

�All right,
girls, you get her inside and at the nurse�s office.� He instructed. �I�ll call
the principal, and the councilor. And the cops.� He then turned to the class.
�The rest of you, stay here until the end of the period.� With that, the coach
escorted the girls inside, while the class continued to just stand there in
horrific awe of what had just happened. No one was quite sure what to say, but
some murmurs began to emerge.

�Jesus, can
you believe��

�I knew he
was an asshole, but��

�In OUR
school? I never thought��

�I hope
they chop his fucking shlong off��

Of them
all, it was Max who stood in disbelief the most. Nothing like this had ever
happened before. Not to him, and not to people he knew. Certainly he knew of
rape, but hearing about in the news was nothing compared to actually being
there, actually knowing the rapist and actually seeing the raped screaming and
crying in rage and sorrow. It was downright shocking.

No, Max had
never witnessed this kind of drama firsthand. And he didn�t like it one bit.

Looking off
in the direction that Yoshi and Kina had ran off to pursue Yamaro, Max sniffed
out his scent. It still lingered. Chances where that, during their fight with
Max, Yamaro had had a good head start, a chance to run off and hide. Surely he
would at least be caught by the cops at some point, but the cops always did
things by the book. He would be arrested, tried, and�MAYBE if things went well
in court, charged. Max, on the other hand, presently shared the sentiment of
Kina and Yoshi�that the bastard should get a proper beating for what he�d done.
No, much worse than proper.

Fucker�
Max headed
towards the building, rubbing his face where Kina had slugged him.

�I�m, uh,
just gonna get cleaned up.� He let everyone know. Truthfully, the blow from
Yoshi had barely even hurt him, but he kept his hand on his cheek to create the
illusion that it was actually wounded. No one questioned him.

Max rounded
the corner leading back to the locker room building. He gave a quick glance
around the area to make sure than no one else was looking. When that was
assured, he jumped straight up.

Five
stories.

Landing on
the roof of the school, Max instantly shot off to the corner overseeing the
parking lot. Unfortunately, this was a big lot with a fair number of cars, and
thus was a great hiding space. Sure enough, there was Kina and Yoshi, split up
and searching all over for Yamaro, shouting threats of violence and demanding
that he show himself. Apparently, the bastard had indeed hidden himself, or
taken off altogether. Even from his aerial view, Max couldn�t see him either.

The lot was
sandwiched between the school building, a large cement wall and the gate. The
gate out was currently closed, so Yamaro still had to be in there somewhere.
From his height, Max wasn�t in a great position to track scents, but he could
determine that Yamaro�s was strongest in the Western corner, near the
maintenance hut.

He took a
flying leap off the roof and onto said hut, with practiced speed and silence,
avoiding notice. The scent only strengthened, and Max knew that Yamaro was
right nearby. The hut was right next to the wall, and when Max peered over the
edge, sure enough, there Yamaro was, hiding in the alley between the hut and
the wall, behind some equipment. He was peeking out at the lot, checking the
girl�s position and waiting for the best time to make a break for it.

Max wasn�t
going to give him that chance.

Just as Max
was about to descend and beat the hell out of him, he found himself pausing as
the rush of the moment passed, now leaving room for rational thinking. If he
jumped out and exposed himself now, those who saw him leave the courts on the
other side of the building would find it odd that Max crossed the school
grounds in so little time. And found Yamaro so fast.

But besides
that, could Max really be certain that if he wailed on Yamaro, he wouldn�t kill
him? Or even if he only broke a few bones, that was an assault charge right
there. Even if it was justified.

Damn it.

Max paused for just a moment to think things through, all
while watching Yamaro and making sure he didn�t escape.

He
should be beaten. But I can�t be the one to do it.

�I swear to God, I�m going to tear you balls out and shove
�em into your eye sockets!!!� Came another furious scream from the parking lot.

On the other hand�
There were two others who were more than capable, and
willing, to deliver the pain Yamaro so richly deserved. All Max had to do was
lead them here.

I can�t
just call them, of course.

Looking
around, an idea hit Max. He ever-so-silently leapt down into the alley just
behind Yamaro.

Yamaro was
still looking nervously at the lot. The girls were now at the other end. If he
quietly made a break for it now, there was a chance he could make it to the
gate booth, open up the fence and escape. Stiffly, he began to creep out from
the equipment he was hiding behind, preparing to make a dash behind the cover
of a nearby Mitsubishi.

When suddenly,
he heard what almost sounded like a dog growling.

Yamaro spun
around to see a big, blue recycling bin hurling at him.

Yoshi and
Kina were instantly alerted when a massive crash was heard, along with a grunt
of pain. Turing to the maintenance hut, they both saw Yamaro go crashing out
from behind it along with a toppled bin and several sheets of paper flying in
the wind.

They were
instantly on him like jaguars on prey.

Still on
the roof of the hut, Max, with some grim satisfaction, listened to Yamaro�s
pleas of mercy and yelps of pain as he was beaten bloody.

*************

15 Years Ago

Kagome�s room was dusty and dank smelling. No one had set
foot in it for almost a year now. The door had been kept shut, and the windows
closed. After so long, Sakura was now in there going through Kagome�s old
things. Had she tried doing this a few months ago, looking at all these
possessions and keepsakes that her long lost daughter had had would�ve been far
too painful for her to handle. Over the past two years, she had had to keep the
door shut on account of the sorrow she�d be filled with every time she passed
by the room. It still was painful now, of course, but recently it had been much
easier for her to talk about or do things related to her daughter. It was a
doubly good thing because the room had what must have been an inch of dust all
over it, and didn�t smell great. She�d have to clean it up some, when the
opportunity presented itself.

�What�s
doing?� Souta asked as he entered the room, wrinkling his nose at the musty
smell and displaced particles in the air.

�We need
more rubber nipples.� Sakura told him. �He chewed through the last one.� That
statement confused Souta in conjunction with what Sakura was doing.

�Um�Sis
kept rubber nipples in her here?� He asked, seeking clarification.

�No, no.
I�m looking for that crystal.� She replied. Souta hesitated for a moment as she
wondered what she was referring to, but it quickly clicked: The Toku Crystal.

During the
last months that Kagome had been coming home with Inuyasha, she�d brought back
from the feudal era a crystal of sorts. Apparently, back when demons were more
populous in the world, some had sought to blend in with the normally xenophobic
humans, and certain mystic crystals had been fashioned to help them do just
that. During her travels in the Feudal era, she had managed to get her hands on
one, and brought it back. It had a remarkable effect: All Inuyasha had had to
do was wear it on his person, and his ears, claws, silver hair and golden eyes
would simply fade away, replaced with black hair, black eyes, and other
perfectly human features. He himself hadn�t been too pleased with it, but the
effect was strictly an illusion, so he hadn�t lost any of his demonic
abilities. Plus, it had been much more effective and convenient than that
baseball cap he had usually worn. Disguise was a necessity if he insisted on
following Kagome around when she was in the city.

Kagome had
left it in her room with the intent of using it whenever they�d come back, but
seeing as how she hadn�t for two years now, it had been left sitting around
somewhere in there. Sakura was now determined to find it.

�Why?�
Souta inquired.

�I thought
I�d take him with me to the store this time.� Souta eyes bulged just a little
bit at that piece of information.

�What??� He
spat out. �Mom, he�well��

�What�s
wrong with that?� She asked him back. �He acts just like any other baby.�

�Besides
the whole �chewing through furniture� thing, yeah.� He maintained.

�You chewed
on things too, kiddo.� She informed him. �He�s just actually got the incisors.
I�aha!� She finally pulled the crystal out of one of the desk drawers. It had a
string going through it, making it a necklace of sorts.

�You really
sure about this? I mean, what if you run into someone we know? They�re gonna
start to wonder where this kid came from.�

�Souta,
it�s not like we can just keep Max in the house forever. That�s not very
healthy.� Souta blinked.

�Max??� He
repeated.

�Right.�
She confirmed. �That�s his name.�

�Oh.� He
replied. �Well, I guess we can�t just keep calling him �it.�� He paused a
moment. �Why �Max�? That a bit of a weird name.�

�Because��
She said as she left the room. ��that�s what Kagome said she wanted her first
child named.� Once again, Souta was stunned with that statement. He jogged
after his mom down the stairs.

�Wait�what?�

�Haven�t
you figured it out?� She smiled at him. �That baby is Kagome child.�

To say that
Souta was thunderstruck would be a bit of an overstatement, but when he opened
his mouth to respond, but couldn�t quite get the words out. Kagome�s child? His
sister�s son? His nephew?

Souta had
been worried over the state of his mother�s mind ever since Kagome had
disappeared. Sakura had gone into a spiraling depression over the two years
since, and had been in an extremely fragile emotional state, at times acting
erratically. Sakura had dedicated her life to her children after her husband�s
passing, and Kagome�s disappearance had taken a chunk out of her very being
that would have caused lesser women to give up hope entirely. Souta had
wondered if he was the only thing keeping her from going completely off the
deep end.

But
amazingly, ever since the demon baby had appeared, her mood had significantly
improved. Souta had been worried at first, but her mother seemed to have been
fulfilled with renewed purpose and hope. He at first thought that it had simply
been on account of having a new child to take care of, but now this�was his
mother deluding herself? He had to handle this carefully.

�Uh�how do
you figure?� He asked in a tone he was careful not to make sound insulting or
doubtful.

�Well, for
heaven�s sake, Souta, nothing ever came through that well except Kagome and
Inuyasha. Who else would know to use it?� Souta nodded. Okay, so there was a
bit of logic behind her assumption. He did, however, deliberately refrain from
mentioning that a centipede demon once came through too.

�But�� He
nevertheless felt the need to point out. �The kid�s a demon.�

�Right.�
She replied. �Because he�s Inuyasha�s son.� THAT caught Souta off guard. His
sister and Inuyasha? Sure he�d known that the two were always googley eyeing
one another, but this�

�I�m not
sure why she decided to send her son through the well�� Sakura began as she
headed for the kitchen where Max was. ��but she wants us to keep him safe and
happy. And that�s exactly what I�ll do.�

They
approached the old crib where the kid�or Max was now laying in. he gargled,
cooed, and make all sorts of baby noises. It was true that he at least sounded
like any other human child. Sakura picked him up and carefully placed the loose
fitting crystal on him. Both she and Souta watched in fascination as Max�s tail
just disappeared, his claws retracted, his marking disappeared, his ears
rounded out, and his eyes change from gold to blue.

Baby Max
immediately whined his discomfort, pulled the crystal off of himself and began
chewing on the string. Sakura laughed.

Looking at
the demon features as they re-appeared, Souta�s doubts were only reinforced.
True, the kid was a demon, but aside from the silver hair and the eyes, he
didn�t look a thing like Inuyasha. No dog ears on the head, but pointy-elf-like
ones on his sides. Also, Inuyasha never had a tail, or stripes on his body, nor
a crescent moon on his forehead.

And
supposing this child was Kagome�s son? If Kagome had sent that child through
the well, why hadn�t she followed right after? There were just too many things
about this that didn�t make sense. So why would his mother choose to so
adamantly believe that? But Souta chose not to voice any of these concerns.

Although he
was young, he could also tell what his mother had chosen to let this kid represent
for her�hope. Hope that Kagome might still be alive on the other side of the
well. Hope that she would be coming back. And even if not, hope that her
daughter had, for at least a time, been happy enough with Inuyasha to have a
child with him. Hope that her daughter�s memory would live on in one way or
another.

What kind
of son would he be if he tried to shatter that hope?

***********

Present

The restroom was mercifully empty of other people, and of
smells. Max looked at himself in the mirror above the sink, noting his
completely unmarred features. He looked perfectly healthy and unhurt.

Something had to be done about that.

He�d seen firsthand the power Kina could put into her
punches, and it was a lot. He�d seen what effect they could have on someone
when she was pissed off. They�d just bruise, if the victim were lucky. And
human.

Problem was that Max wasn�t. He had no bruise, or even a red
spot. Anyone who saw that shot would probably wonder why Max looked fresh as a
daisy. Which left one option.

Max had a balled up fist pointed right at his own face.

Okay, man. Just do it. No hesitation. No chocking. Do it
once, and do it hard.

He took a few slow strokes, practicing the path his curled
up arm should take. His middle knuckle targeting his cheekbone.

Three�two�

Arm winded back down to his chest, deep breath taken.

ONE!

As though a malevolent spirit had possessed his arm, he
nailed himself right in the face at full strength. He expected to just stagger
back a little, but was a little surprised when he sent himself tumbling on the
titled floor.

Ow.

Ew! Oh, God, bathroom floor!

Scrambling back up and wiping himself off, he checked his
work in the mirror and was pleased to see that he had a pretty decent looking
spot that would probably bruise nicely in a few minutes. Smiling, and then
wincing at the pain it now was to smile, Max exited the bathroom and headed
toward his locker just as the bell rang and people began flowing out into the
halls from their classrooms.

As he put his books back and got his lunch ready, he sighed
in reflection of the day�s dramatic events. Events like that had been fairly
rare in his life, and he was a little surprised at his own reaction to them. He
got furious, which was pretty seldom for him, and came incredibly close to
tearing Yamaro to shreds himself. He didn�t even actually know Reka personally.
Thank God he�d managed to salvage enough common sense to allow the girls to
whoop his ass instead.

Although I�m pretty sure they did a better job of it than
I ever could have.

Max had always preferred to keep things leisurely and
light-hearted. That�s what he�d done almost every other time he�d been
confronted with bad news or word of injustices. But actually being there for
the incident had changed his outlook entirely. It was a bit weird, even scary
how the persona of a self-righteous guy overtook him so easily.

Sighing, he closed his locker and prepared to head to his
usual lunch table with the guys and get his head cleared with some hopefully
banal guy talk. As it happened, they came up from his sides, apparently having
taken their time getting out of gym.

�Hey, man. Y�allright?� Ciro asked.

�Not too bad, all things considered.� Max replied.

�Christ, she nailed ya good.� Dai observed, noticing the
lovely bruise forming on Max�s face.

Did she now?

�Yeah, I guess. Eh, I�ll live.�

�Wait, didn�t she hit you on the right side of the face?�
Joe asked, pointing at Max�s left-sided bruise. Max briefly froze.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck!

�Well, obviously
not.� He quickly dismissed that notion. �C�mon.� He whirled around with
intention to head to the cafeteria and forgetting the subject as soon as
possible, but was promptly halted when Kina appeared in front of him.

�AAAAH!� Max yelped.

�Hey.� She said. �Um, Max, right?�

�Y-yeah.� He confirmed nervously. She, of all people, would
know where she hit him, and if she saw the bruise was on the wrong side of the
face�

�Oh, my God.� She lamented, cringing as she saw his cheek.
Max had a flash of panic. �I am, like, so sorry about that.�

�Oh!� Max reacted, pleasantly surprised that she didn�t seem
to notice. �No prob. Yeah, no problem at all.� Just in case she would
eventually catch on, though, he thought it best to inch away as quick as
possible.

�Hey, relax. I�m here to apologize.� She approached him with
her arms raised in a non-threatening gesture. �Really, I�m sorry.�

�I said it�s no problem.� He rattled off quickly. �Hey, I�d
be pissed off too if that had been my friend. Well, even if it hadn�t been my
friend. I�I am pissed off. You know, common human courtesy. And all that.� He
paused and coughed. �Uh�how is she?�

�Oh. She�s�being interviewed by some cops. I guess she�d
going to be okay. And they�re interviewing me later too.�

�Why? What�d you do?�

�Me and Yoshi found the prick, and well�let�s just say that
he�ll be testifying in court with a toothless mouth.�

�Oh.� Max had to pretend to be surprised, as his story was
that he hadn�t been there to witness their vengeance. �Um�good for you.�

�I�m sure. So, no hard feelings?�

�No, just, some slightly sore ones.� He smiled at her, just
before the lameless of his remark registered in his own mind.

Ba-dum-DUM.
Idiot. To his surprise, though, she actually giggled.

�Hey, you�you got some moves too, huh? You train?�

�Oh, well, just casually. Some Kung Fu. Nothing hardcore or
anything.� He tried to shrug it off.

�Not hardcore? You were defending yourself against two
people at once!�

�Uh�yeah.�

�Listen, anyways, I really feel bad about what I did, so, I
was thinking�maybe I could, I guess, take you out or something?�

�Huh?� He grunted, wondering what context she�d meant that
in.

�You know�movie? Dinner? Tomorrow night. My treat?� His eyes
widened in clear surprise over this offer.

�Oh. Well, I guess I�um, I�actuallymmMMMPHH!� Before he had
the chance to reply, a hand from behind clamped down over his mouth, and
several other arms wrapped around his as he was dragged back several feet.

�S�cuse us just one second.� Joe said. After being taken
roughly out of earshot, the guys released their hold on Max and huddled around
him like a football team.

�Dude, what the hell are you doing?!� Dai growled at him.
�Say yes! Don�t studder like some fucking gimp!�

�Woah, hey! What�s the deal? I�m busy with��

�Whatever the hell you�re doing tomorrow night, drop it!�
Kato hissed at him.

�Dude, in case it isn�t obvious, in which case I should let
you know that it is�� Joe carefully slowed his voice down. �That�is�a�frigging�cheerleader
asking you out. And offering to pay for it!�

�She�s just doing it out of remorse.� Max rationalized.

�Who cares?! Do you have any idea what a phenomenal
opportunity that is?? I�d club baby seals for that chance!� Dai growled in
frustration at his friend�s density. And Max knew that must have been serious.
Dai loved baby seals.

�I swear to God, if you pass this up, I will just NOT stop
kicking you ass. Now GO!� Before Max could argue anew, he was collectively
shoved forth and stumbled right back in front of Kina.

�Uh�� He briefly stammered, looking between her and back at
his buddies, who gave him a series of wide smiles and thumbs up. �I�d�yeah,
sure, I�d love to.�

�Okay, great.� She smiled at him. �So, tomorrow at seven at
the Omni multiplex?�

�Sure thing.� He replied, loosing up some.

�All right then. I should get back to the principal�s
office. I guess I�m in trouble for getting bloodstains on the parking lot.�

�Well, it needed a new paintjob anyways.� Once again, Max
cursed himself in his mind.

IDIOT! Luckily, she giggled again as she went off.
Seconds later he was flanked by his friends and subjugated to several slaps on
the back.

�My MAN!� Kato congratulated him. �Way to go!�

�Oh, yeah, I was real smooth.� An obviously sarcastic
observation. �I finally get a date, and all it took was some physical violence
and two spoonfuls of pity.�

�Max, Max, Max�that was not pity. Well, not completely
anyways. See, you totally impressed her with that karate shit you did.� Joe
confirmed. �You got her hot for you!�

�Besides, it�s �bout time you started hanging with some
other girl than your grandma and that weirdo.� Dai maintained, making an
obvious reference to Al.

�Probably, I �spose.� Max considered.

�Suppose nothing! C�mon, who�s the man, Max? Eh?� Ciro
goaded him. Max sighed.

Shit, okay, I got a date with a cheerleader! Fuck, it�s
not like I simultaneously discovered a cure for cancer and AIDS.

�I guess I am.� He groaned.

�Right.� Ciro put his arm around Max�s shoulders. �And,
being the man, you will be sure to casually mention what awesome friends you
have, so that she can pass the info on to her fellow team members, right?� Max
glared at him.

Ah. Of course.

***********

Despite the excitement that had occurred during 3^rd
period, and some rampant rumors that were quickly spread amongst the local
student populace, the rest of the day had gone by quite nicely. The more he
thought about it, the more he was looking foreword to going out tomorrow. And
that gave him something positive to focus his thoughts on while not paying
attention during math or history classes. Neither subject suited him very well,
nor were part of his �Top Five� list.

Luckily, his last period of the day was the #1 on his list�

1: THEATRE!

�Why Sir Gregory!� The actor playing Count Worthington
shrilled with a pompous British accent. �What is the meaning of this? Have you
no shame?!�

�Indeed I do, good sir.� Max, playing sir Gregory with what
he hoped came off as a more realistic English accent, replied. �Only I appear
to have left it in your mother�s chemisette.�

�Higurashi!� The drama teacher shouted over the giggling
students. �If you don�t start sticking to the script, I swear to God��

End Chapter 3

**************

A/N: Anyone remotely similar with the
Inuyasha series has probably picked up on a few of the hints I�ve dropped about
Max. Just so you know, the characters are supposed to be making their own
independent assumptions, based on the knowledge they, as individuals and their
respective experiences, have. Not on the universal knowledge we as fans and
observer have. They�re going to have to figure things out on their own, when
the time comes.

But, oh, don�t go thinking that you, as the observer,
have everything figured out either. I�ve got a good number of surprises up my
filthy little sleeve that will be sprung over time. But you can expect that to
happen slooooowwwwwlllly.

I�m extremely appreciative of any advice I can get with
regards to the construction of this tale. Please, oh please, tell me on how I
can elevate the level of this story from shitty to just mildly turdy.

Gracias,

Koday.
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