Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha or any of Rumiko Takahashi's wonderful
characters.no matter how much I wish I did.
A/N: This is my second fanfiction ever! FF.net decided not to let me post my other fanfiction, "The Trouble With Wolves" but I guess it's allright because its just a dream of mine, to date an Inu character. If you're interested in reading it email me and I will send it to you, or at least as much as I have done. You will receive all of my updates for that fic until you tell me to stop. Back to the fic at hand. If you read the summary you know this is an AU fic. I am trying to go as much by the events in Sengoku Jidai as possible for an AU fic but I can't say that it will be anywhere close to what happens in the series. You all want me to be quiet now so on with the fic!
Ah wait! If you are a lover of Kikyo turn back now! There will be serious Kikyo bashing in this fic and at NO point WHATSOEVER will Inu-Yasha be interested in Kikyo. He will only hate her in this fic.
Private Schooling Prologue: Superior?
A seventeen year old boy with silvery white hair and dog ears sat quietly in a blank gray room. There were no windows or furniture. The room was a perfect cube constructed of concrete with one door made out of three feet of solid steel. Any less, it was learned, and the dog-eared boy would easily slice through it with his claws. He sat silently on the cold floor, staring blankly into nothingness as the hours passed by slowly.
After sitting there for seventeen hours, one for every year he had been in the facility, footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the door. They stopped in front of the huge slab of steel acting as a door to the drab gray room. Numerous locks unlatched loudly, one by one. The door swung open and a woman's heeled shoes clicked against the hard cement.
The woman was wearing a black skirt out-fit and a long white lab coat. She had her raven black hair tied back in a tight, professional bun. Her pale complexion contrasted greatly against her dark hair. Thin-framed angled glasses sat on her nose and her honey-brown eyes peered over the top of them at the lone boy sitting against the wall.
He hadn't moved an inch or even acknowledged her presence.
She took her clipboard in both hands and began to read over the documents. The she spoke without looking up from her current page.
"Subject 7-8-2-0-3, seventeen years of age, resident for seventeen years, and this is your one hundred and seventy-first time in solitary confinement?" It seemed more like a statement than a question. She looked over her clipboard at the still form.
Silence.
"7-8-2-0-3, after being here all of your life, one would assume you'd find a way to stay OUT of solitary confinement by now, wouldn't you?"
More silence.
"7-8-2-0-3!"
Still no reaction. He didn't even twitch at her sudden screech.
"7-8-2-0-3, you'll answer your superiors when asked a question, do you understand?" she yelled annoyed at his lack of cooperation. She was extremely irritated by now.
This time, however, she got a reaction. His shoulders begain to shake. She was puzzled as to why. Maybe he was sensitive and was crying? Or is it a side effect of the experiments? Her thoughts about what was wrong soon were answered when she heard a soft chuckling.
"Feh," he looked up with a malicious grin. "Like YOU could ever be MY superior! And I have a name you know, and it's not 7-8-2-0-whatever, wench, it's Inu-Yasha," he stated, his smirk never faultering.
~*****^.^*****~ ________________________________________________________________________ Should I continue this one? Let me know, I could use the feedback! ~Lady Krisie~
Psycho: I will be adding my comments to this fic as well, just like the other one. You know me if you've read it. The idea came from a dream Krisie? Now I KNOW Krisie~sama's got psychological issues! Nice AU thought! I love it!
A/N: This is my second fanfiction ever! FF.net decided not to let me post my other fanfiction, "The Trouble With Wolves" but I guess it's allright because its just a dream of mine, to date an Inu character. If you're interested in reading it email me and I will send it to you, or at least as much as I have done. You will receive all of my updates for that fic until you tell me to stop. Back to the fic at hand. If you read the summary you know this is an AU fic. I am trying to go as much by the events in Sengoku Jidai as possible for an AU fic but I can't say that it will be anywhere close to what happens in the series. You all want me to be quiet now so on with the fic!
Ah wait! If you are a lover of Kikyo turn back now! There will be serious Kikyo bashing in this fic and at NO point WHATSOEVER will Inu-Yasha be interested in Kikyo. He will only hate her in this fic.
Private Schooling Prologue: Superior?
A seventeen year old boy with silvery white hair and dog ears sat quietly in a blank gray room. There were no windows or furniture. The room was a perfect cube constructed of concrete with one door made out of three feet of solid steel. Any less, it was learned, and the dog-eared boy would easily slice through it with his claws. He sat silently on the cold floor, staring blankly into nothingness as the hours passed by slowly.
After sitting there for seventeen hours, one for every year he had been in the facility, footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the door. They stopped in front of the huge slab of steel acting as a door to the drab gray room. Numerous locks unlatched loudly, one by one. The door swung open and a woman's heeled shoes clicked against the hard cement.
The woman was wearing a black skirt out-fit and a long white lab coat. She had her raven black hair tied back in a tight, professional bun. Her pale complexion contrasted greatly against her dark hair. Thin-framed angled glasses sat on her nose and her honey-brown eyes peered over the top of them at the lone boy sitting against the wall.
He hadn't moved an inch or even acknowledged her presence.
She took her clipboard in both hands and began to read over the documents. The she spoke without looking up from her current page.
"Subject 7-8-2-0-3, seventeen years of age, resident for seventeen years, and this is your one hundred and seventy-first time in solitary confinement?" It seemed more like a statement than a question. She looked over her clipboard at the still form.
Silence.
"7-8-2-0-3, after being here all of your life, one would assume you'd find a way to stay OUT of solitary confinement by now, wouldn't you?"
More silence.
"7-8-2-0-3!"
Still no reaction. He didn't even twitch at her sudden screech.
"7-8-2-0-3, you'll answer your superiors when asked a question, do you understand?" she yelled annoyed at his lack of cooperation. She was extremely irritated by now.
This time, however, she got a reaction. His shoulders begain to shake. She was puzzled as to why. Maybe he was sensitive and was crying? Or is it a side effect of the experiments? Her thoughts about what was wrong soon were answered when she heard a soft chuckling.
"Feh," he looked up with a malicious grin. "Like YOU could ever be MY superior! And I have a name you know, and it's not 7-8-2-0-whatever, wench, it's Inu-Yasha," he stated, his smirk never faultering.
~*****^.^*****~ ________________________________________________________________________ Should I continue this one? Let me know, I could use the feedback! ~Lady Krisie~
Psycho: I will be adding my comments to this fic as well, just like the other one. You know me if you've read it. The idea came from a dream Krisie? Now I KNOW Krisie~sama's got psychological issues! Nice AU thought! I love it!