(a/n): this is my first AU! So basically, it takes place in modern times where Rin is your average high schooler and Sesshomaru is the strange new kid... but there are many twists and turns. in case you're wondering, yes, Sesshomaru IS a demon in this. but anywho, i don't want to give too much away!

also, for those of you who haven't read my fics, I'll explain what the bolded titles in the dashed lines mean. for instance, the first one -Longing- These are titles to the corresponding song from the Inuyasha official soundtrack.

I highly reccomend you read it with the music, it really really helps. I promise! In order to access it, just simply go to youtube, search "Inuyasha OST _" and then the title of the song I have listed!

okay, without further or do, please enjoy :) and don't forget to review!

-Longing-

His face was a masterpiece alone – carved by the hand of an artistic God wielding a golden chisel. How the pools of his polished amber eyes rippled against any light, whether it is the sun or moon, his perfection was impeccable. The markings on his face, a faded blue crescent moon plastered on his forehead and the gentle yet dangerous stripes that hugged his cheeks should have scared her, but they didn't. Instead, she reached out and buried her cold hand in his soft, warm, shockingly silver tresses as his strong arms, also marked with beauty, protected every inch of her body.

She didn't even know who he was. An angel? A Lord? A demon? All she knew was that she wanted to stare at his snow white complexion and lose herself in the storm of his exotically mysterious eyes. Everything about him was so strange, yet so familiar. A large furry pelt that danced when the wind called for it, hung over his shoulder and a river of the softest silk came together to make his royal kimono. Who are you?

"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEE—"

-Dinner at the Higurashi House-

Rin's hand slammed against the alarm clock next to her bed, angry that it had yet again, woken her from an enchanting slumber. Groaning, she flipped her thick covers over her head and squeezed her eyes shut. C'mon, fall asleep; you can't wake up now…you haven't even found out his name yet! Her eyelids fluttered. No good.

"Rin, young lady, if you don't wake up soon, you'll be late for school…again!" Her grandmother called from the kitchen downstairs. Oh right, school.

Washing her face in the sink and patting it dry, she stared at her reflection and sighed. Rin was a petite girl, 17 years of age now and still lacking a few inches. Her parents died at a very young age so she never had the chance to compare her resemblances to close family. Brushing her long chocolate hair and applying a small amount of mascara to her already thick and heavy eyelashes, she slicked on a pale shade of pink lip balm and grabbed her bag.

"Here's your lunch dear," Grandma Kaede smiled, handing her beautiful granddaughter the brown paper bag. And soon, Rin was out the door and heading to a school day she would not soon forget.

-Cheer up Hojo!-

She slid the doors of her classroom door open and sighed. Students were already throwing around paper airplanes and flirting with one another. Rolling her eyes, she walked up to her desk where she flopped herself and her books down and buried her head inside her arms.

"Rin?"

Her head tilted up to see the very friendly classroom-cutie, Kohaku standing there, smiling. If Rin hadn't been so frustrated with her dream, she might have smiled back.

"Rin, you never picked up your phone yesterday," he scratched the back of his head nervously. "Is everything alright?"

She nodded and forced a smile onto her face. "Yeah, of course, I was just busy. Sorry Kohaku, was it important?"

"N..No, not really…"

"Good morning, Rin!" Kagome placed a hand on her friend's back and smiled. "Sleep well?"

"Define 'well'" she grumbled.

Kagome looked dejected and raised an eyebrow at her curiously. "Oh, so you had one of those dreams again?"

The sound of their teacher sliding the door and walking in caused a flow of hushed noises amongst the students as they each took their seats quickly and greeted him. Mr. Myoga was a strange looking man, with a nose so sharp he could have been mistaken for a flea. Two thick whiskers of gray hair grew from the sides of his face as his scalp was shiny on the top, a clear sign of aging. The unfortunate man was so short, he had to stand on a stool in order to face his students and write on the board. His eyes nearly popped out of his head but he was overall, a very knowledgeable teacher…cowardly when it came to the principal, but still useful.

"Class," Mr. Myoga started and cleared his throat, "we have two new students today, so none of your funny business."

The students shuffled in their seats – the guys praying that they were girls and the girls fixing themselves in case they were boys.

"Mr. Sesshomaru Taisho and… Inuyasha Taisho is it? Very well, please come in boys!"