WHAT UP YALL.

I'm back and better than ever! If you already know me, you know that this story is a reboot of a 5-year-old version. I looked at it like, you know what? I can do so much better! So, I'm going to! If you're new, hi there! I'm a 9-year-old fanfic veteran. God that made me sound so old, but I'm not! I'm 21! Which is still kind of old but hey!

As always, enjoy!

I do not own Inuyasha.

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'So, this is it huh?'

The thought feels more dismal than I expected it to be, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised; this is my last day at home. I didn't plan on lingering. I felt it would be better to just rip the band-aid off, jump in the car, and ride off; but Goshinboku had other plans. I find myself frozen in front of the sacred tree with the last of my luggage clutched in my hand, reminiscing about all the times I would run and play around it with my parents and brother. This tree is a part of me in a sense, it lives on my family's shrine grounds after all.

"Kagome! I'm glad I caught you; I was worried you would just take off."

I snap out of my thoughts and turn around seeing my smiling, doting mother. Clad in an apron, and with trace amounts of some sort of sauce on her face, she holds a bento out to me.

"A meal for the road?"

I smile back and hug her tight.

"Thanks mama," I pull back and give her a playful glare, "and by the way, I wouldn't leave the city without telling you!"

She laughs, "Oh I know. You're just such a free-spirit so I didn't completely rule it out."

Her expression sobers up a bit and she stares at me tucking a lock of raven hair behind my ear.

"I am so proud of you Kagome. St. Midoriko Academy is a great school; you're going to do great."

My nose tingles and I feel my eyes begin to well up. She and I have worked so hard to get this scholarship; late nights, extra shifts at work, the works! All our hard work paid off. St. Midoriko Academy is one of the most prestigious schools in the country. It's demographic mainly consists of kids from well-off families, but once in a while kids like me with one or two exceptional skills can sneak in. As someone who wants to focus on developing her art, I'm really excited; their program is renown.

"I just don't know why you have to live in the dorms."

I turn to see my little brother Souta who seems to have crept up on me while my mother and I were having our moment. My little brother is my best friend and I've spoiled him terribly, so he isn't at all happy that I'm leaving. This is one of the things that are hard for me too though. Of course, I want to see my little brother through his last year of middle school.

I release my mom from our hug and reach a hand out ruffling his hair. He's never liked but is allowing for this special occasion.

"Don't pout Squirt! I'll come visit as much as I can; I have a car you know."

He rolls his eyes at the childhood nickname but graces his annoying big sister with a hug anyway.

"I'm going to miss you," he mutters.

Oh man, the tears just want to fall today. I squeeze him tightly for as long as I can before my mom interrupts.

"Alright Souta, that's enough. We'll never be able to let her go at this rate," she sniffles trying to hold back her own tears.

At this moment, I'm really hating the dorm system. I give both one last hug and kiss before popping my trunk and placing my last bag inside. I slide into the driver's seat and let out a big sigh; this drive from Kyoto to Tokyo is going to be a long one. With a final wave, I pull out of the driveway and head out.

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Somehow, this little old, green car of mine made the six-hour drive to the academy. I've rolled in at my desired 12 p.m. and I did not expect school buildings to tower over me. This place is absolutely huge! I thought it was a hassle getting through Tokyo in general, but this school looks like it was going to be its own beast. I follow the signs propped up on the campus until I make it to dorm building 'Tama'. Pretty old way to say jewel, but I'll take it.

I pull into the cul-de-sac in front of the entrance where it looks like older students are helping the newcomers move in. Almost immediately, one of the students come up to my window, which I roll down immediately. He's grinning widely, which is for some reason a little off-putting, and waves.

"Hi there!"

"Hi," I respond trying to match his enthusiasm.

"So custodial parking is actually in the lot behind the building."

I blink slowly processing what he's just said to me. Oh my god, he doesn't even think I'm a student here.

I feel my cheeks heat up from embarrassment, "Actually, I'm a new student here."

He raises an eyebrow and looks at my care and then back at me.

"Are you sure you're at the right school-?"

"Geez Sousuke, just leave. I'll take care of her."

A girl with long, brown hair shoves the guy of my window looking very irritated. She huffs and combs her hair out of my face turning her attention to me. She's really pretty. Cute china bangs fall right above chocolate brown eyes, and her long hair frames a heart shape face. There's a vibe about her that oozes strength and warmth; definitely a trustworthy person.

"I'm so sorry about that," she bows, "here, let me help you with your stuff."

I nod, a little shy and embarrassed still, and pop the trunk. I get out of my car and pull out the bags with her.

"You're Kagome Higurashi, right? I'm Sango Nakamura" she asks hefting two big duffel bags over her shoulder.

She must be strong as hell because those particular bags were heavy as hell. I'm left with my bloated, yellow backpack that's filled with all my art supplies.

"Um yeah, is it my car that gave it away?" I laugh awkwardly.

"Honestly, yeah. It's other things too though!" she says quickly.

She's probably trying not to offend me any more than that guy already did.

"You don't have a lot of stuff like most people here, and you're dressed like you're actually about to do some work."

I glance down at my former high school's sweatpants and matching black hoodie, and then around at the other girls who were moving in. They're all breathtakingly glamourous! Plus, most of them have entire moving trucks with them.

"I thought the rooms were already furnished, so I just brought clothes and some personal things," I mutter shocked at all the glam around me.

"That's exactly what you're supposed to do," she laughs, "c'mon, let's get you up to your room."

I smile; I'm so glad she's nice! I guess I expected everyone to be really snobby because that's how rich kids are on TV. Maybe that's how they are in real life, but at least Sango is cool.

We pile into one of the elevators, and I watch as she presses for floor eight. I guess she knows my room already.

"You're probably wondering how I already know where you need to be. There's been talk about a girl who got in here on recommendations and scholarship, so I knew it was you when I saw you."

I stare at her in awe.

'A mind reader.'

"That's cool by the way! I know the process to get in this place is rough, you must be really smart."

"I guess so? I just study a lot."

We continue to make small talk and I get more and more comfortable with her. She really is cool, and, as we finally reach my room, I'm a little disappointed our conversation has to end.

"Well, here we are! Room 803," she says placing a ring of four keys into my hand, "It's been nice talking to you Kagome," she says smiling.

"You too, hopefully we'll see each other around."

"Well hope no more because I'm in the room directly across from you!"

I almost laugh at what a ridiculous coincidence it is.

"Well cool, then I'll definitely see you around."

We both share a wave as she heads back to the elevator. Once she's gone, I face the door and look down at my many keys. Two of them are identical, old-fashioned looking brass keys. I'm assuming that they go to this main door, which is strange because shouldn't my roommate get the other one? The other two keys are also brass, but each has a different colored little jewel at the end, a red and green one.

I take one of the jewel-fewer brass keys and slide it into the lock. I hear the click of the door unlocking and open it, stepping inside dragging my bags behind me. My jaw literally drops. There is no way this is an actual high school dorm.

Once you step through the door the place opens up into a large living room complete with a plasma TV, a large couch, and two loveseats. Tucked into a corner is the rich peoples' version of a kitchenette with a handy dandy bar counter. The room is splashed with neutral shades of light and dark grays, but it somehow doesn't look bland at all.

On either side of the room are the doors that lead to the two separate dorm rooms. Both are named after gems it looks like, a ruby room and an emerald room. Since I'm the first one here and green happens to be my favorite color, naturally I start to drag my belongings towards the emerald room.

As I make my way over, I spot an envelope on the coffee table in the center of the living room. I set my bags back down and go to see what it's about, figuring it's probably important. It's sealed with a wax stamp of the school's sigil in blood red; very dramatic I love. I peel it open carefully and unfold the letter.

Dear Ms. Higurashi,

I'm sorry to inform you that we were unable to find you a roommate due to the lack of young women enrolled this year. You will be without a roommate your first year, and I would say that it wouldn't be a stretch to assume it will be like that for the rest of your years here as we only pair students with those in their own grade. It's very rare for students to transfer in their junior and senior year, but we'll keep our fingers crossed! Please try to enjoy your stay besides this fact.

Sincerely,

Dorm Head Kaede

I can't say I'm entirely disappointed. Of course, it would be nice to have someone to tackle this place together, but, at my core, I'm a pretty reserved person. I set it back down deciding to find a trashcan later and set to the task of unpacking all my things.

As its name alludes to, the emerald room is in fact almost completely green. It isn't overwhelmingly one color. The bed, furniture, walls, and carpet are a harmonious mix of emerald and cream champagne accents. I love whoever designed this room.

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I finish getting settle at around 3:30pm and I am exhausted. I've been up since 5:30 a.m., driving since 6 a.m., and unpacking since noon; I need a nap. However, I told myself I would go and locate all my classes so I won't get lost tomorrow on my first day.

So, with a huge groan, I force myself off the comfiest bed in the world and slip on some sneakers throwing my hair up in the messiest of buns.

The lobby of the dorm is still chaotic from later arrivals, but it's still pretty easy to slip through all the madness to the outside. I pull out my phone and type in the passcode opening up an app that maps out the entire campus. The campus is large, but it seems there are only a few academic buildings, the rest are dorms, gyms, or recreational centers.

Thankfully, most of my classes are centralized to the biggest building which holds most of the general education classes. The only outliers are my Art class, which is in a building diagonal from the main one. There's also my gym class, but I already saw that on my way in.

I decide to tackle the main building first since most of the classes are there anyway. As I walk through the doors, I realize that in this overly grandeur building there are no elevators. I only notice this because I have two classes, World History and English, that are on the first and fourth floor. They are also my first to classes. My calves are going to be incredibly toned because of this setup.

I sigh and jog up, down, and around the building locating each of classes thankfully with ease. With that out of the way, I head to the Arts and Letters building to find my 6th period Art class.

I walked down the path leading to the gymnasium and cafeteria or 'The Commons'. They actually had a sign at the fork in the path. I decide that I have fully remembered every turn and staircase I need to know about and head back toward the dormitory.

I make my way down the path taking in the arranged trees and flowers that show the first signs of Fall. This place really is beautiful; I can already see little nooks where I can do homework, study, or just relax.

My daydreaming is interrupted abruptly by the fact that my ass has somehow ended up on the ground. I wince as a sharp pain shoots up my spine and look up and around to try and figure out what the hell just happened.

"Hey, could you watch where the fuck you're going?"

I blink slowly my eyes meeting cobalt blue ones. A tall, buff looking guy towers above me with long, inky black hair fastened in a high ponytail so not as to distract from his piercing glare. I'm trying to figure out if he's serious because he definitely bumped into me. I'm the one on the floor.

I feel myself get hot, my jaw and fists clenching.

"You've got to be kidding-."

"Kouga, are you really so mad about losing our bet that you're just going to curse at anyone you can get your hands on?"

This guy's, Kouga's, attention turns behind him to some other dude who I lean to the side to get a look at. For a moment, I forget the situation I'm in. This random guy is sort of…breathtaking. He has long silver hair and golden eyes; I've never seen anything like it. A foreigner maybe?

"Shut the hell up Inuyasha," Kouga snarls, "you definitely cheated."

This Inuyasha doesn't look impressed at all.

"How…how can I cheat at running? I didn't teleport to the finish line you idiot."

Kouga grunts and turns his attention back to me.

"Are you just going to stare from down there like a moron all day?"

And I'm back to being pissed again. It's as if the Inuyasha guy and everything else hasn't happened. I want to hit him. I want to hit him really bad. I'm reserved, but I'm not a punk. I don't like being disrespected as much as the next person. However, I'm here on scholarship; I can't afford to make any mistakes.

So, I suck in a deep breath and release it lifting myself up. I simply wipe my butt off and walk right past them.

"Uh, hey," I hear Kouga shout, "where's my apology?"

I almost laugh out loud but, instead, I shake my head and continue walking.

"I'm talking' to you!"

I feel a hand wrap around my elbow and that is it for me. I yank my arm away and grab his twisting it behind his back.

"What the-?"

I twist harder and push him to the ground until he has a face full of concrete.

"Don't ever touch me again." I bite out.

I let go of him and continue to my goddamn dorm. As I storm away, I hear the other guy call out to me, but I ignore him. I haven't been this angry in a long time. Who has the audacity, the sense of sheer entitlement, to think that they can just put their hands on someone? I can't even focus right now, so I ignore the feeling up eyes burning into the back of my head and make the hard right to my dorm.

I need a nap.

(A/N: Soooo what do you guys think? Good? Bad? Please review and tell me my loves!)