The Moon and the Sun
Summary: SesshyOc Hotaru drummed her fingers on the desk over and over again. She was feeling very queasy for some reason. She paused, putting a hand to her forehead. Why did she feel so lightheaded all of a sudden? That last thing she heard was the teacher yelling her name before she blacked out and fell. How do you go from human to full-blooded yokai in a matter of hours?
Disclaimer- I do not own Inuyasha. :sobs: I only own the sun-inuyokai's, got it?
This is my first Inuyasha fanfic. Constructive flames welcomed! R&R!
Chapter 1 – The Flu?
Hotaru drummed her fingers over the desk over and over again as she listened to Mr. Roberts's latest lecture. Biology class. Bleh. Don't get her wrong, she liked biology, but science just wasn't her strong point. In fact, it was one of her worst subjects in high school, second only to English, another thing she liked but was terrible at. Not to mention that she was feeling very queasy for some reason.
She raised her hand.
"Yes, Hotaru?" The teacher asked.
"May I go to the sick room, please? I don't feel very good."
Mr. Roberts frowned apologetically and shook his head. "No, Hotaru, this is too important for you to miss out on. You can go once class is over."
She groaned and held her stomach. If it was important enough for the teacher to actually say no, then it was really important. He was usually pretty lenient, even when he knew she was faking.
Hotaru was a typical, American, seventeen year-old high school senior with dark brown hair and ocean-blue eyes that just happened to have a Japanese by a pure stroke of luck. She loved writing, but was bad at the class. And what free time she didn't spend reading she spent hacking away in the local Foam Fighter's club, having a strong passion for swords, magic, and just about anything else to do with the middle ages. Until recently, she had been obsessed with French and its language and culture, but when she joined the Writer's Club and met its president, she fell into the Japanese-obsessed rut that we all know and love.
Of course, that had only been a week ago and she had yet to see anything outside of the president's anime style drawings, what little Japanese music she'd been exposed to in the past couple days, and the Pokemon cards she fell in love with as a kid. That's pretty limited.
Ignoring the growing pain in her gut, she continued writing down notes on the fungus kingdom. She had to admit that the plants had been far more interesting, though they didn't have that pleasant addition of feeding off the dead.
That was probably the one bizarre thing about Hotaru, she hated being human. True, she was human, her parents were human, her friends and siblings and everyone else she'd met was human, and even though she loved her friends and family, she hated them at the same time. She hated how humanity thought itself the superior species on the planet and how they acted so cruel towards animals and destroyed the environment. Not to mention their cruel nature. Yes, humans were cruel, very cruel. They shunned and hated anyone who was different from them, like homosexuals and nudists, and they started wars over stupid things like land and money. Monotheists were the worst. Christians and Jews and Catholics and Muslims, always forcing their religion on others and killing people who disagreed. They wiped out millions of Native Americans because of that. Half the wars in the history of the world had been between those guys! All because they had a different name for the same stupid god. She suspected that's why she decided to throw religion out the window in the first place.
She sighed when the bell rang, though that apparently wasn't a good idea, bile rising in her throat. Forcing it back, she put her things away in her bag, pulling out her I-pod and sticking the little headphones in her ears. Slinging her bag over her shoulder and turning on the volume, she stood and started to head for the door, but paused, putting a hand to her forehead. Why did she feel so lightheaded all of a sudden? The last thing she heard was the teacher yelling her name before she blacked out and fell.
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Oi, sorry it's so short! Most of the beginning chapters are going to be that way. I hate cliffies as much as you guys, but they're addicting when you're the writer, aren't they? R&R! Constructive flames welcomed! I love my reviewers!
How'd she end up so much like me? Damn uncontrollable fingers…have minds of their own they do.