Note From The Author: Welcome to Coed Sortilege. The latest story (previously unreleased) from your boy, LewdaKris. This is actually my very first fan work. It was written nearly three years ago and that was before I've discovered fan fiction. net. What makes me want to unearth it right out the drawing board... I do not know. It's probably just the urge to show it to the world. Anyway I've carefully redrafted the eight chapters and finally decided to post it.

This fiction is rated PG-13 for mild language, violence, and sexual scenario. It is categorized as comedy with a mixture of romance and supernatural elements.

Well without further delay, it's time to get on with the show.

Inuyasha

Coed Sortilege

A Transfer In Existence

It was the forth day of class of the new semester. The institution of higher learning was a miniature metropolis bustling with young scholars. The edifice was a place for those who wants to make someone out of themselves and hopefully obtain a prosperous future. College was also a place for development and gaining experience. It was pretty much safe to say that it was a place for personal discovery during young adulthood in life.

'Self discovery' is exactly the right word for this woman.

Kikyou Nagesutsuki is a young girl of taciturn nature. A junior and a transfer student from Kobe, it is largely unknown that she ever lives a life of leisure. She applies a majority of her time with her mind in the books and rarely reposes herself from studying. That most likely explains why she is so reclusive.

'That test proved to be a slight challenge,' she ruminated, 'yet I've no time for lingering because there's another next week.'

Now you know what I mean.

Kikyou dismissed herself from her last class after completing a extensive test early. It was a exam that usually occupies the entire class time. She definitely did not rushed on the exam because she had an excellent grade to prove it. She calmly paced her way to the campus' library.

She really needs to be easy, that's for sure.

At the ripe age of twenty one she seems to be much more older thanks to her maturity. Some say that she's embodies the soul of an elderly sage inside her body. Considering the previous notion, if you take a look at her one will usually think otherwise. She is undeniably beautiful. She is tall and slender shouldered. Long ebon tresses of hair that elegantly frames her round face in bangs and cascades to her lower waist on her back. She bears wide, narrow eyes of russet which were outlined by long lashes that easily portrays her soul. Also on her face were soft pink that most young men would want to know more about. Her body, svelte and well formed was truly a work of art--the alleged "impossible figure" that young males in this day in age would want their soul mates to bear. To put it briefly, she looks like a living porcelain doll.

Despite her intellect and pulchritude being her strength, it may come as a big surprise to some that she does not have a boyfriend. Let alone the fact that she is seeing anyone. Because of her overly serious and erudite persona she'd unintentionally swayed away all suitors. Her aloofness was a factor to this as well and her astounding beauty earned her a false perception that she was snobbish. Men were afraid to even approach her to become acquainted with her. That was her weakness. She did, at one time in her life had a young man that actually loved and understood her but it was in the past.

Kikyou is just, plain out boring.

"It's you..." A voice stammered in revelation.

"Eh?" She descended the stairs of the corridors uncertainly at the man who'd just addressed her.

"It's been a long time, Kikyou." He beamed.

"Inuyasha! It is you!" She squealed as she loomed to embrace him. "Yes indeed. It has been awhile my friend."

"What brings you all the way over here?" He blushed. "I'd thought that you'll never leave your family back in Kobe." Kikyou released her embrace and looks into his eyes. He held a nostalgic and a appearance akin to infatuation in his golden eyes.

"I have my reasons." She replied mysteriously with a sweet smile. "I've decided to transfer from my former school into one in this area." She put a soothing hand on his shoulder. "And here I am. Here in Tokyo."

"Damn, fate sure does work in mysterious ways." He chuckled. "Right now it seems to be a good thing. It's pretty nice to see you again."

"Likewise." Kikyou replied. She scrutinized his features. Inuyasha, a hanyou youth of eighteen is a handsome young man with an tough and rugged air about him. He is tall and broad shouldered in his athletic form. He has locks of silver white that reaches his back. His has a boyish charm and his golden eyes gives him a mischievous look. Atop his head are a pair of canine ears in which many young women adores. He was smiling down at Kikyou, showing a fang. " So Inuyasha, how's life been treating you for the last three years?"

A brief look of regret appeared on his face. "It's been okay. It's going pretty smoothly but it's okay."

Kikyou immediately noticed the brief look of despair on his face. "Is something bothering you? I know that look on your face." She met his eyes thoughtfully. He tried to avert eye contact with the girl from his past but failed. "Come now, you can tell me. You've always did when we were younger." She convinced earnestly, trying not to appear nosey.

Inuyasha blushed again. "It's nothing. The past's the past, right?"

"I guess."

"I guess!?" He chuckled. "I never in my wildest dreams thought that you will say that. Kikyou I remember that you were the school bookworm back in the day."

"That's valedictorian." Kikyou defended with a laugh.

"I thought so." He said. "Although I always thought that Harumi Tokugawa was going to beat you to the punch. Everyone thought so."

"Speaking of Harumi, she's stationed a Oslo Norway. When I last contacted her she told me that she's enjoying herself over there. Though she did admit that she had a hard time communicating with the natives but she loves it when a man talks to her."

"Damn, I'd never thought that she would enlist herself in the military," He thought aloud. "Say, Kikyou where were you heading to?"

"Me? Oh. I was heading towards the library to study. I've just been through another exam moments ago." She clarified.

"Damn, you still aren't cutting yourself any slack? You haven't really changed at all." He look thoughtful for a split moment. "Hey would you like to check out my place?"

Kikyou blushed. "Hmm. I'm not really sure about that. You see there's an exam coming up next week." She fingered the pockets of her cargo styled jeans nervously.

Inuyasha scoffed. "That library's not going anywhere. Besides, I know you'll scorch that upcoming exam next week. Do we have to go through this again?"

"If you say so." Kikyou considered, shifting her thin eyeglasses. "Okay I shall accompany you. You live in the dorms right?"

"Keh. Heck no! I'm residing at the student apartments down the street."

"Well then, what are we waiting for?" Kikyou beckoned. "Let's be on our way."

* * *

"Yeah, that point guard we have on the team now." Miroku said into the phone. "She's just a sophomore in high school and she's already good on the court. If she doesn't mess around and become pregnant this summer then she's go to go."

The person on the other end spoke.

"Oh. You want to know about my new study partner?" Miroku smirked. "Her name's Sango Taijikina. Yeah, she's a sophomore here. Um hmm. Yep, with a 3.0 average. She's tall, curvy, with girlish charms, she's pretty mature yet not childish. Um hmm... Oh yeah! Didn't I told you that she has a nice rump roast on her?"

The person on the other end went silent.

"Yeah. I cannot keep my eyes off her ass even for a minute!" Miroku continued. " I'm lucky you say? No, I just highly skilled in acquainting women. In no time, I'll be digging a ditch in her panties."

"Aye Miroku!" A voice exclaimed. "You're ready to head for the gym?"

"Hold on a sec." Miroku informed the person on the line. "Huh? Renkotsu did the others already assembled at the gymnasium?"

"Man yeah! The other team's already complaining that they need a forward on their team." Renkotsu explained. "So hurry up and get on the ball." He stood in the open doorway.

"Hey I got to go. I got a game to play real soon." Said Miroku. "I'll call you back okay? Let me know what's up with those senior girls out there, okay? Later." He hung up.

"Damn man. Can't you just leave your high school years behind?" Renkotsu scowled. "Why would anyone want to go back through hell anyway?"

"It's fun." Miroku replied.

"Shitting me!" Renkotsu retorted. "What's so fun about twelve years of boredom and getting in trouble every so often?"

"I believe the part about falling into trouble a lot only applies to you."

"Whatever..."

Miroku Maharishi. The infamous astute and lecherous student of the campus. At the age of eighteen he is already considered as an young monk. Making him younger than he seems. While his cool personality and childlike charisma can easily win a young woman over... his hormones immediately comes into place and tragically ruin the moment.

"Renkotsu, I may be a while before I make it to the gym." Miroku sinaled. "You see, my study cohort is soon to make an appearance here." He went over to the fridge and took out a bottle of soda. "Can you by any chance, convince Inuyasha to play on their team."

Renkotsu Hirata. A self proclaimed college thug. He can always be seen with the long durag on his head. Which to some, considered inseparable by the looks of it. At first glance, he seems harsh, callous, sarcastic, and even at times scornful. Seemingly the type to judge others recklessly and spews terrible puns like an ass. Hey, and maybe he does and yet deep down inside his soul he is a obedient and respectful sort of person. He has a somewhat unusual appearance. With slit like beady eyes, he always seems to be ssowling and approaching the brink on insanity. Other than that his gruff exterior is what makes him so appealing to the ladies.

"So that means you're trying to get laid with a pretty ass bookworm?" He smiled. "Game recognizes game. I'll be out of your way then."

"Uh hmm..." Miroku replied nonchalantly as he slurped down the tasty lemon lime liquid.

Renkotsu scoffed. "Hey stop sucking on that bottle like that or I'll put you out on the streets and make me some money."

"Miroku immediately dropped the bottle. "That jibe was unnecessary!" He rebuked.

"Right..." Renkotsu guffawed.

"Excuse me?"

Renkotsu spun around at the voice that had just regarded him. What he say was a very attractive brunette behind him. She was slender and shapely and just as tall as Miroku was. Her lovely coffee colored eyes were outline in lavender kohl. Her long hair was tied in an elegant low ponytail. She was smiling civilly at him. She had such a wonderful smile. "Run you mouth, kid." Renkotsu beckoned.

"Yes, is Miroku in there?" The nineteen year old queried. "He wants me to help him out a little on his World Literature."

"Already!?" Renkotsu jumped. 'Damn. Miroku's a player. It's only the forth day for crying out loud.'

"It's a pleasure meeting you again Sango-chan." Miroku greeted happily. He eyed the jean skirt she was wearing expectantly. "You are as lovely as ever my dear." Renkotsu watched this.

"Thank you Miroku-kouhai." Sango beamed. "So, when is an appropriate time that we should get started?"

"Ah, yes." He said as he walked towards her. "We should start on our studies as soon as we can. I have a game to play in a little while."

Renkotsu made a funny gesture. *Cough* "Bullshit." *Cough*

Miroku ignored Renkotsu's presence. "So what do you say? She we get our little session out the way?" He slowly embraced Sangou and slid his hands down to her derriere in a sly manner. Which will prove to be a bad move.

Sangou became red in the face as a vein appeared on her brow. "So you want to get done with our session right?"

Miroku felt the impossibly soft body of hers tensed. "Sango? Is there anything wrong?"

"Yes. Apparently there is." She grounded dangerously. All of a sudden she employed a right straight dead into the guy's nose. Miroku faltered backwards and slid into a corner of the room into an pained heap. "You obviously, must get over your own problems before you decide to see me again you pervert!" She spat menacingly before storming down the hall.

Renkotsu gaped in awe. How can a nineteen year old girl, roughly around five feet seven and a little over a hundred and twenty pounds could be so physically powerful? It looks as though Miroku had just tangled with a super heavyweight and he lost. He looks over to the groaning student who was now prying himself from the floor with a determined smile. "Damn! That girl got nuts!!" Renkotsu exclaimed.

"Yes! That's the one!" Miroku shouted euphorically. "I'm in love! I've searched far to long for a beauty as strong as she! I, Miroku, declare that I shall tame the mighty Taijikina Sango!"

"What a crash dummy." Renkotsu muttered before heading off. "Well I'll see ya at the gym in a few."

"Miroku, judging from the lady that was trucking through the hallways I couldn't help to think that she must have met you already." Snickered Inuyasha as he entered the room followed by a pretty girl.

"Her? Oh that's Sango." Miroku clarified. "She's my study buddy this semester." He notices the raven haired woman behind Inuyasha. "Say? Who is that woman?"

"Oh yeah. Miroku this is my childhood friend Kikyou." He answered. "Kikyou this is my roommate, Miroku."

Kikyou bowed. "How do you do? Nice day isn't it?" She tried to suppress her laughter as she noticed the redness of his face.

"It is a lovely day." Miroku considered. "But not nearly as nice as you."

"Aw. No need for flattery." Kikyou chuckled.

"Inuyasha, the girl you just saw," Miroku beseeched anxiously. "how far along down the path has she gone?"

"Oh she's pretty far." Inuyasha sympathized. Not! "She's storming down the hall pretty fast."

"Right! I must hurry after her!" Miroku declared as he sprinted out of the room. "Oh! It was nice meeting you Miss Kikyou! I really like those jeans you're wearing! Nice!" He yelled.

Kikyou blushed, loosening the long straps of her book bag so it can slouch down to her back. 'Oh my...'

Inuyasha sighed. "That Miroku. Man, that guy will never change."

"Well at least he's open with his thoughts." Kikyou responded, with the blush still evident on her face. "But he doesn't have to be that forward." She took off her glasses and sauntered toward the shelves.

Inuyasha approached and sat on his coach. "Damn. Isn't it kind of hot in here to you?" He signaled but the girl seems to have her mind somewhere else. "Kikyou?"

Kikyou trailed the line of books. "Langston Hughes. . . Mark Twain. . . Matsuo Basho. . . Maya Angelou. . .Edgar Allen Poe. . ." She mused as she trailed about the authors of the book. They caught her immediate interests.

"Yo Kikyou."

Her eyes suddenly widened. "The Tale of Genji!!? Inuyasha I didn't know you were into Murasaki Shikibu?"

"Keh. It was a habit I've rubbed off from you." He answered reverently. "Every since I left Kobe I grew more attached to world literature in hopes of keeping your memories."

"Inuyasha? That's so sweet of you." She accolade. "Do you mind if I borrowed these books from you? It seems to be the latest reprinted editions."

"Sure. Knock yourself out." He reached the door with his foot and kicked it shut. Then he looks back at her thoughtfully. "Kikyou can you sit over here for a moment?"

Kikyou gave him an apprehensive look at him after his request but reluctantly complied. She went over and sat on the couch with him. "What is it Inuyasha?"

"After I left Kobe three years ago," he started as he gained a blush. " I've really started to miss you. . . a lot."

Kikyou's heart skipped a beat. "It's sort of obvious... Inu-kun." She replied honestly as she fidgeted her fingers timidly.

"I see..." He considered as he sighed and closed his eyes with a smile. "You are as smart as ever, Kikyou. You can easily figure out nearly everything."

"Oh Inuyasha..."

"Not to mention that you're also more beautiful than ever..." He began, causing Kikyou to snap her gaze at him in mild surprise. He lifted her and placed her on his lap. "God it been so long Kikyou. I'd thought that I'll never see you again." He abruptly grasped the rim of her T shirt.

"Inuyasha! Please. . . I know how you feel..." Kikyou stammered as she pressed her hand on the hanyou's offending one on her shirt's edge.

Inuyasha's face softened in disappointment. "Kikyou do you feel the same way as I do? Didn't you missed me as well?"

Kikyou sighed. "Yes Inuyasha. I was in love with-" She was suddenly intervened when he leaned in for a long fervent kiss. Kikyou put down her defenses and immediately obliged herself into sweet, amorous osculation. It has been a while.

Inuyasha released herself from her warm lips. "Keh. I thought so. There's nothing about us that has changed." He smiled.

Kikyou gazed at his face dearly. "Yes indeed...Inuyasha this brings back so many sweet memories." She sighed blissfully. "You were the first and only man to ever love and understood me."

"Same here, Kikyou..." He replied.

"I love you Inuyasha...Always." She displayed a rare expression on her face. It was a look of pure desire and that of a girl hopelessly in love. A look no one has ever witness on her except Inuyasha. She nuzzled his neck and slid her hands down his back to proceed to pull of his jersey. "Inuyasha..."

"Kikyou..." He uttered fervently as his hands traveled down to the hips of the wonderful woman on his lap. Kikyou went in for another long kiss as he was about to unbuckle her belt. Suddenly he halted and shook his head as he tried his best to resist his carnal desires. "No... I can't do this."

Kikyou lightened up from his lips and regarded him. "What's wrong, Inu-kun?"

He explained to her. "As good and right as this feels I couldn't bring myself to do this. I know it has been a long time Kikyou."

"Yes. You're right Inuyasha." Kikyou agreed as she rose herself from his grip and lap. "It seems that we are going a little to fast."

"I know." Said Inuyasha. "But it's something that I must confess."

"What is it? Is it something I should know?" Kikyou beseeched with a hint of dread.

"I'm seeing someone else...I've moved on..." He answered reluctantly. He really did hope that he didn't upset his first love.

"I see..." Kikyou acknowledged as her voice cracked with slight regret. "It's been years, Inuyasha. It's only logical."

He was surprised at her calmness. "Kikyou? You, you understand?"

"Of course I do silly." She replied as she spun on her heels. Yet a tear cascade down her cheeks. "I'm probably the most understanding person you know."

"Eh? Kikyou?" Inuyasha stammered as he sniffed the air. 'Damn. I didn't mean to make her cry. It's all my fault to kiss her out of the blue like that.

"It's just the account of tough luck." Kikyou sighed with her back still turned on him. "It was good for the brief moment it lasted, Inuyasha." She picked the books she asked for from the shelves. "Is it still okay for me to borrow these?"

"Yeah...Sure." He answered uncertainly and fearfully.

"Thank you Inuyasha." She faced him. The right side of her face was stained with a tear line. She bowed to him. "I guess I'll see you later right?"

"Kikyou, please?" He tried to stop her but she was already gone. He almost forgot that she was emotionally fragile at times. 'Please don't let this get you down Kikyou.' He thought. 'Be strong and stand up, undaunted.'

* * *

"Atsuko-obasan! I'm home!" Kikyou called out as she entered the den to see her aunt. "Aunty. I'm back." She immediately shushed herself as she realized her aunt was talking on the phone.

The brunette took a brief glance at her niece. "Hold on a second would you?" She smiled at her. "What's up Kikyou? How was your forth day here in Tokyo?"

"It's been good." Kikyou replied.

"That's nice to hear. Oh! By the way your little sister called earlier today."

Kikyou beamed. "Really? Is she still enjoying herself over in Atlanta?"

"Yeah, I guess the foreign exchange is going to be the best thing that happens to her during her high school career. She also said that she saw a dude that goes by the name of Usher at a Target store in Marietta and he was involved in a little fight." Atsuka looked bemused for a moment. "Who's Usher, anyway?"

"An R&B singer." Kikyou answered. "One of the most popular in America."

"Oh, okay. Just a sec, Kikyou." She leaned her ear back to the phone. "Really? That seems nice. Who me? I'm twenty eight. Why did you asked?"

Kikyou grimaced at her aunt's facade. "Obasan. You're forty two." She chided.

Atsuko eyes widened and she suddenly cupped the messaging end of the phone with her small hand. "He doesn't have to know, Kikyou! Geez! You're ruining my fun."

No she didn't!

Atsuko is a middle aged woman with an appearance that may surprise some considering her age. Bearing slightly tanned skin and a svelte figure. Her brown hair was tied into a tail that reached just past her shoulders. While her entire personally and appearance may seem young and girl like. . .her experienced eyes said otherwise. She has small narrow chocolate brown eyes that defied youth and defined maturity. A sure way to decipher hat she's an 'older' adult. Well, at least she constantly works out to maintain her striking youth. She had on a jersey dress to prove it. "Pardon me, I had a brief distraction."

"That's the skirt Kaede sent you!" Kikyou realized. Even though she had to admit her aunt certainly aged well and can easily fit into a crowd of young adults.

"Just a moment. AGAIN." Atsuko cupped the phone again. "Should you be out for college night, sweetie?"

"I'm sort of indifferent to that." Kikyou replied sheepishly.

"Damn it! Well..." She suddenly realized something. "Oh yeah! Kikyou I forgot to tell you about the old novels I placed in a large box in the basement."

"Really!?" Kikyou the bookworm brightened.

"Yeah I originally wanted to donate them to Goodwill but I thought that you would want to read them before I do so."

Kikyou was already gone.

Atsuko giggled. "Nerd..." Then she returned to her conversation on the phone. "What!? You're so cheap! You could of at least considered Shoney's or an okonomiyaki restaurant."

* * *

"Wow! Look at all these books." Kikyou exclaimed as she peered inside the large box. "It could take months to read all these!" She went to sit on a basement chair. "Atsuko has variety!"

"Yea I bet!"

Kikyou jumped at the sound of the foreign voice in shock. "Who's there!? Show yourself!" She demanded.

"Okay. Then I will." The voice said. A black cat rounded a corner and made it's presence known. "Tadaa!" The cat exclaimed. Kikyou stared at the cat with a confused and burlesque expression. Impossible! Did the. . .did the cat just spoke just now!?

"What the!?" Kikyou stammered. "Yura! You can talk!!"

The cat smiled. Showing a small fang.

"This cannot be!! I can't be going crazy!!" Kikyou shrieked as she grabs her hair. "I'm one of the smartest coeds in the country!!"

"Hey! Hey! Chill out girl!!" The cat reassured. "There's nothing wrong with you."

"Eh? What do you mean?" Kikyou demanded. "And why am I talking to Atsuko-obasan's cat?"

"You're not insane, Kikyou!" The cat yelled. "There is nothing wrong with you but there's certainly something abnormal about you..." It said mysteriously.

"Abnormal?"

"Allow me." The cat informed before instantly becoming a cloud of smoke. Kikyou yelped and began coughing violently. Afterwards, the smoke cleared and now what stood in the place of the black cat was now a fair tall girl with wide eyes in skimpy clothing. "Ah! It feels so good to get out of that cramping form."

Kikyou paled and shrank before the beautiful girl with the mischievous eyes. "What's the meaning of this!?"

Yura popped her shoulders before regarding Kikyou again. "How do you do? My name's Yura."

"I, I know that already. . . I think." Kikyou stammered nervously. "Right now I'm pretty scared."

"You shouldn't be." Yura advised with her eyes glinting. "Because you are about to discover something about yourself that will change your life forever..."

END OF CHAPTER ONE

A/N: Man, there's going to be some people hating me for what I'd wrote in this chapter. But what the hell?

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