AN: Haven't been on this site for a while, and thought of posting a little story that suddenly popped into my head. Hope those who read it enjoy and reviews are welcomed thanks!

Disclaimer: I own none of the Inuyasha characters.

Chapter 1:

Locker Mishap

It was late in the afternoon, I was unsure of the precise time; unlike most teens my age I have long been neglected the quirks of owning a cell phone, and when you're a bit scatterbrained like me you're used to watches coming and going. Even if I wasn't able to tell the time it wasn't important, all that mattered to me was doing what I had to do before after school hours ended, and judging by the deep hues of purples and pinks entering the once sunny blue sky that was going to be very soon.

So I took a deep breath and set my eyes on locker 109, it was a beautiful locker; mind you every shoe locker looked no different from its neighbor but considering this was his locker I thought it beautiful. He was the reason I was here, he was the reason I was about to perform this embarrassing task.

I shouldn't be doing this…but I'm running out of options…yet this isn't how it's supposed to work...but it's the only way to tell him how I feel…NO! I shouldn't have to resort to this to express my feelings…but then again I'm hopelessly lost when it comes to talking to other people. I began wondered what bizarre force recently wormed its way into my brain and left me with the comical idea of me possibly talking to me long-time crush. I wanted to laugh for I must have forgotten who I was.

I'm a first year freshman here at Clover High, just your normal school located in Tokyo, and I your normal school girl. My name is Rin Kogore; average, not so popular, not so overly smart, 'quiet as a mouse' Rin Kogore, and I had a mission to carry out. The nonexistent watch on my wrist was ticking fast, so I sighed and shook my head to put it back into focus as my eyes settled on the crisp pink envelope nestled in the grip of my two hands.

Today is the day, today is the day I'm going to confess my feelings to Inuyasha!

Inuyasha Rumitashi, otherwise known as the troublemaker of Clover High; the type of guy to leave a trail of detention slips and spray paint in his wake, and to add on he had a temper that was set to explode at any given time throughout the day. He was also the type of guy who ended up getting stuck with clean up duty after school. While other students went off to their routine clubs Principle Myoga gave strict orders for Inuyasha to clean up his own mess. I know this because I've often seen him wallow in his punishment as he scrubbed way at his own graffiti, not that I follow his every move or anything…

Anyway, he was the "bad boy" and the few friends I have could hardly fathom what a girl like me saw in him. To be completely honest I have yet to pinpoint the exact reason myself, however it wasn't what I saw it's what I felt. That tickle in the stomach, the pitter patter in my heart, and the heat in my face it was all there; each and every time I saw him.

"Here goes," I murmur as my hand reaches forward to open the little square door. I've never done this before; putting a love letter in a shoe locker, I wanted to scold myself for lack of creativity. I may as well have requested we meet me on the roof like every other cliché story line I've ever come across in a book. Of all the options though, this seemed like the best fit to my quiet personality. I didn't need to say a thing for my message to get across, and if my feelings weren't returned I already stated in my letter that I'd appreciate if he'd simply go about his life ignoring my existence to show his disinterest; this way I'm sparred the humiliation of a face to face rejection. Weak, I know, but in my opinion being ignored by my crush wouldn't put too much of a damper on my day considering I'm already just another piece of the wall to him.

Without a hint of hast in my actions I slowly open the door, and with a sudden gasp I stare at the few surprises awaiting my inspection. Letters…upon letter….upon letters all gathered in a little locker staring me down as if challenging me to try and make room for my measly pink envelope. I couldn't believe this. "He already has secret admirers!?"

There was no doubt; that had to be where all these letters came from, what other explanation could it be? Now don't let my surprise mislead your thoughts on my crush, for Inuyasha truly was handsome, handsome enough to gain the attention of a few girls especially. The problem was he was seen as the delinquent of the school, and for that reason not too many girls kept their eyes batted his way. Perhaps I was wrong, perhaps my heart wasn't the only heart mesmerized by his rebellious ways. If that were true than expressing my feelings suddenly became much harder knowing I had a huge line of competition in front of me, and it wasn't as simple as cutting in front of them. The only perk I had was my envelope was pink while everyone else's was white, I guess I'm gifted with a small sense of creativity after all.

I needed to calm down; after all none of the letters seemed to have been opened which was a good sign. I have to remember the type of guy Inuyasha is. For all I know these could just be a messy arrangement of detention slips and school complaints, however, there was only one way to find out.

Oh how I shouldn't! I was seriously crossing boundaries reading his mail; seriously what kind of a person does this, a person with no self-control that's who. I needed to know though; with all these letters I just had to know, more than anything, whether or not there was even any room in Inuyasha's heart to accept me when he may already have a girlfriend. By the amount of letters, he just may. The thought alone was enough to convince me to lift my arm.

With swift force I reached for the first envelope I could lay my fingers on, and tried my best to pull it out as fast as I could. Mind you I've never been very coordinated, so a part of me wasn't too surprised when I accidentally allowed the entire pile of letters to fall at my feet. Surprised, no, but that certainly didn't conceal my panic as I scurried onto my knees to gather them into my hands. That's when I heard a deep voice address me from behind.

"Any particular reason you've opened my locker?"

My body automatically froze, and I couldn't remember the last time I ever felt such a rush of fear race through my blood system, for that most definitely wasn't Inuyasha's voice. It was then that I took the chance to look up and noticed a pair of black leather loafers resting comfortably in the locker, absolutely not the simple tennis shoes I remember Inuyasha wearing after school hours…again, not that I followed.

Everything just seemed to click together from there, and suddenly it made a lot of sense as to the quantity of letters which, at the moment, were thoughtlessly grasped tightly in my arms. There was no mistaking my error at that moment; once I saw those shoes the cloud of dust had vanished from sight.

I gradually turned my head so as to enjoy my last few seconds of peace before my eyes met with the cold stare of the locker's true occupier. I was confused, terrified, and above all embarrassed to no end.

"Sesshomaru…" I said.

I couldn't believe I had opened the wrong locker! Again, I had never been very coordinated…

AN: Hope you enjoyed, let me know if this little piece is worth continuing into something more. Thanks & have a great day!