A/N: I am really freaking bored right now, but I'm also really freaking busy. For those of you who read my story, "I'm a WHAT," this is sort of a revamp. I've had some new ideas, have been reading other fanfictions and re-watching the InuYahsa anime. Depending on how fast messages and ideas can be exchanged, I might be putting up a collab with the very talented Hyperpegasi called Inu-Kindergarten. I am working on updating my other stories, but the only reason I'm writing this one now is because I'm using my sister's computer and I know I'll probably be having internet on it tomorrow . . . I've been using my dad's computer lately. (No wireless. T-T)

So, without further ado, me no own so you no sue. :)

Chapter 1: A Weird Life

Standing in front of the old well in the abandoned Higurashi Shrine, I stared down into the dark, deep depths, wondering if it even had a bottom. My hands curled around the rotting wood of the lip of the well as I leaned forward. What had that weird guy meant when he said something beyond imagination lay at the base of the well?

Oh! I'm so sorry! Forgive me. You're probably wondering who I am and why I'm standing at the old well anyways. How rude of me.

My name is Izzy. Well, everyone calls me 'Izzy'. I like the nickname personally . . . My real name sounds much more old-fashioned and . . . well I don't like it as much.

What do I look like? Um . . . I have long black hair that reaches around my waist when I let it hang loose, though I like it out of my way in a ponytail. I also have this really cool silver streak in my hair that's completely natural. It's not silver as in 'Ew! Grey hair!' either. It's actually silver. All my friends think my mom let me dye it. But I wouldn't color my hair for the world. I hate the smell of the chemicals.

Ah! But I'm getting off track. I guess I'm a pretty average height. I'm 5'4" or something like that the last time I checked. I'm not going to tell you my weight. You really can't ask that of a lady! I also have really interesting golden eyes. I don't know whether to call them golden or amber really. They're like the color of the amber that ancient bugs got stuck in I guess . . . except less orange? They're rather hard to describe. Oh and they change their color to brown twice a month. My awesome hair stripe disappears at that time too. And my ears become more rounded . . . Did I mention that my ears are a little pointed? Well they are. It's not too big of a deal, sure they're a little more . . . elf-like I guess, but everyone says it was just a strange birth defect.

Who's everyone? Well, there's my classmates, my grandma, my uncle, aunt . . . not my mom though. Whenever I ask, she just gets a sad, faraway look in her eyes as she stares at my bit of silver hair . . . I guess she's thinking of Dad . . . that slimeball.

I never actually knew him, but I think he was a slimeball. He got my mom knocked up with me and then he just leaves us! Sometimes I wish I could find him so I could kick his ass! My mom says he gave me something when I was born, but I've never seen anything. Heck, I haven't even seen a picture of him. It's really weird too. My uncle Souta has tons of pictures of his wife from when they were dating and stuff.

But you wanted to know why I was standing in front of the old well . . . Well, to tell you, you need to know a bit about my family and our history. My mother, uncle, grandmother, and great-grandfather (may he rest in peace), used to live at the Higurashi Shrine. I actually grew up there for the first seven years of my life . . . And then I strayed into the well-house to chase one of the cats that had strayed in there and . . . My mom freaked.

We moved rather quickly after that.

My family has always been so secretive around me as well. I can hear them in the kitchen while I'm up in my room and they're whispering away about me and some guy called 'Inuyasha.' My mom often starts crying not long after that guy's name is mentioned. From what they say however, I guess he died. Or they think he did. There's never a lot of certainty in their conversations.

Anyways, I'm getting off track again. Right, so ever since my family moved out of the Higurashi Shrine, people claimed that it's haunted. Even more so nowadays.

One of the more popular ghost stories circulating around my school is a silver haired, golden-eyed figure with two triangular horns growing out of the top of his head, his entire torso, arms and legs, bathed red in the blood of those who died in the Shrine.

Of course, now it's popular to dare others to spend the night at the Shrine. And . . . one of the people I absolutely hate most in the school basically called me a coward and dared me to do it. I hate that guy! Not that I AM frightened! Furthest thing from the truth! Heiji just makes me so MAD! His scent is infuriating.

Oh yeah, I can smell people's 'scents' . . . My mother for instance, has a really bright scent around her, like if sunshine had a smell . . . as well as something like a field of clover after a rainstorm . . . Also . . . salty . . . because she does cry a lot . . . My mom's scent is actually really relaxing. When she's not crying.

In case you hadn't guessed from my comment of being able to hear whispered conversations in the kitchen while I'm up in my room, I also have better hearing than anyone I know. This really kinda sucks in school because I'm stuck hearing at least three different rooms' worth of sound. From the scratching of the pencils on paper, to the whispers of students, even the lectures the teachers give! Through the walls I'm able to hear almost everything!

Oh yeah, I'm a sophomore in high school. I'm going to turn seventeen in about a month.

Anyways, you wanted to know why I'm standing in front of the old well. Well . . . it started like this.

I was walking home from school with my friends and they were being gossip girls as usual. I just listened to them, adding in my two cents every now and then, sometimes in defense of the poor soul whose ears were most likely burning and sometimes I'd add to the flame.

"And did you see Heiji in PE today?" Ami gushed, drawing my attention back from the birds that had just flown by.

"So HOT!" squealed another of my friends, Mai.

"So . . . not." I added in, glaring down at the sidewalk. Okay, Heiji DID have a decent figure but he pissed the hell out of me so I was never going to give him the satisfaction of ever saying that he was any sort of attractive.

"Oh, that's right . . . Izzy's in denial," snickered Kaori as she glanced over in my direction. Oh she'd pay for that comment. I positively glowered at her as she and the rest of my friends erupted into giggles.

"I am not! He's a stupid jerk! And he's so immature too! He actually DARED me to go to the Higurashi Shrine and spend the night there. And THEN, when I told him that I wouldn't do it because it's a stupid dare and I LIVED there before, my mom, Uncle Souta, Grandma, and I LIVED there before, do you know what he called me? He called me a coward!" I ranted, a growl starting to make its way up through my throat. I always growl when I'm angry. It's something I guess I got from that good-for-nothing dad of mine.

"Aw . . . Izzy's angry . . ." Ami said, hugging my shoulders.

"I'm pissed." I clarified, though I didn't really know what the heck the difference was between angry and pissed.

"You know," Kaori started, "if you really ARE scared to do the dare, Izzy . . . We won't think any less of you."

I could not believe what I was just hearing. Kaori! You're supposed to be my friend!

Before I could take a swing at my so-called 'friend,' who, by the way, was laughing her head off at my expression, a guy, dressed in a black, skin-tight tee-shirt, jeans, and a red baseball cap on his head, walked over. He would have looked normal except . . . he wasn't wearing shoes . . . and his hair was the exact same color and shade of the silver stripe of hair I have. And it was way too long for any self-respecting male to have in this day and age, but . . . he had ABS! Or . . . so my friends told me after he had passed us on the street.

I probably wouldn't really have remembered him much except . . . he had said something. And he must have been talking to me, but none of my other friends could have heard it.

"There's something beyond imagination at the bottom of the well at the Higurashi Shrine."

I swear I would have spent the rest of the day staring after him as he disappeared into the crowded street. However, I was brought back to the present by Mai shaking me back and forth a bit as she gushed about the muscles of the guy who passed.

"Oh em gee! Did you see his gorgeous eyes too?" Ami asked, holding her burning cheeks.

"His eyes?" I asked, rather confused by the whole thing, turning to look at my rather romantical friend.

As she looked at me, she seemed shocked by something and wouldn't answer for a few moments.

"They're . . . the same as yours."

So . . . with that highly confusing and emotionally conflicting episode earlier, I just couldn't keep myself away from the shrine. Oh yeah, one more thing happened before I got here.

When I got home after the mysterious guy passed us in the street, my mom was waiting for me and holding a really weird necklace in her hands. She said it was my dad's and she wanted me to wear it since she had placed protective charms on it to ward off unfriendly demons.

Yeah, my mom believes in demons. And she believes she has priestess powers. I think my dad abandoning her and me caused something to snap in her brain. But I put up with it, forcing a smile as I let her slip it over my head.

"Gee . . . thanks Mom . . ." I said as I looked at . . . was that a tooth on the necklace?

"I know you're not really into jewelry but . . . I want you to be safe."

Oh geez. How could I not wear the necklace after she said something like that in that teary tone of voice of hers that makes me feel guilty for even thinking of misbehaving?

"I'll be alright Mom. I'm a tough girl."

"I know you are."

Okay, why does it seem like my mom knows something I don't? It's frustrating!

Anyways, I snuck out after my mom went to bed and now I'm standing here . . . hesitating in front of the old well.

". . . Come on Izzy . . . It's just a quick jump into the well, a quick jump out . . . quit being such a scaredy cat!"

A deep breath in . . .

"Let's go!" I mutter to myself under my breath, launching myself into the well.

Well . . . the guy was right. I never could have imagined what happened next.

To be continued . . .

A/N: Okay, first time writing a first person story. Is it good? Bad? I was able to add in dialogue near the end which is what I was hoping I could do after I found myself with no dialogue for the first page . . . But, please review. I'd like feedback very much. So should I try and continue with the first person or . . . just stick with a third person POV? I'll put up the next chapter when I finish writing it and when I can get internet for this computer. Maybe next week . . . I dunno. XP