This one was just out of inspiration, not sure if it's a full story, I just need to know if the interest is there, even if there is none, I still MIGHT continue. If say, three or four reviews come in, I'm definitely continuing it, even though I have other stories to work on.
Cold Snap
Chapter 1
First Chapter
I raced through the winter air, the cold snap biting at my lungs, burning my bare throat to the point of which I even had to slow my pace. I really had no time, but to get there and not being fit to protect her was not a very pleasing prospect for me at that point. Not after all the promises I had made. . . and broken. I was hard set to make up for every one of those and then some. I feared the deed had already been done; my only console was to nurture the hope that there was hope.
That bastard had her and I knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill her at any second so, naturally, time was more than just an essence, it was life itself.
I had slowed long enough, so I quickened my feet once again; the fear that she might already be dead hit me in waves, nearly knocking me senseless, the only thing keeping me running was the will to protect her, to keep her safe, to hold her in my arms once more, just before I professed my true feelings to her, she reject me and my heart split in two, then four, then. . . you get it. I didn't care for the heartbreak at the moment. I had been so stupid about everything and ultimately it could cost me the person I cared for most on this very earth. . . Kagome.
The street, uncaring of my plight, held many memories, as I hurried by many important waypoints in our relationship (I guess I could call it.) It was weird. The past had never happened?
But I'm guess I'm getting ahead of myself, my name is Inuyasha, I'm a hanyou in high school and my story starts several months ago, just before the first day of school of my senior year at Toronto High School. No, I do not live in Canada, Toronto roughly translated from some language (I wasn't listening when they told us about the history of the school) to 'trading place.' It is just outside the city center of Tokyo.
I lived only a few blocks away in a small apartment with my half-brother. We both have long silver hair, like our father from I've heard, though Sesshomaru's is much finer. That's where the similarities end. We have an intense dislike, if not hate, for each other. Sesshomaru is always wearing a business suit while I wear normal clothes like good old fashioned ripped jeans and t-shirts.
My parents died within one month of each other, a few years ago, my father first as he tried to stop a robbery, he was the chief of police, and my mother soon after, probably of a broken heart. My brother was seventeen when he graduated school and got a job to take of me. He blamed me for his responsibilities and did not hesitate show his daily displeasure at living with me and for me.
"Hurry up, Inuyasha," he called with his cool, I-don't-take-no-crap voice, attempting to shoo me out of my comfy bed. "You don't want to be late for your first day of your last year."
Now, I wasn't fooled. What he REALLY meant was, 'get out of the house so I can strike a day off the calendar countdown of which I can kick you out of my life without any guilt,' the last part being the reason he hadn't done so already. I'm sure he considered it, he would have very much would have liked to, but 'The Great Sesshomaru' was too honourable to do such a thing.
His mother died earlier in his life, probably the reason he was like this now, though I'm not sure how she died, not that I care.
I dragged myself out of the bed and promptly collapsed onto the floor. I thought to myself I really shouldn't a drank so much last night. I had a hangover pounding my head from the inside-out with every heartbeat, although I've had worse. I'm fairly convinced Sesshomaru dragged me out of there, judging by the fact I'm wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday, and was not pleased with me at that moment, but I guess he never is. So, not trying his patience this morning, I hauled my body up from the floor and, leaning on walls to keep my sense of balance, I walked out into our small kitchen and plopped myself down in front of the table. "I'm not going today," I mumbled in a raspy voice that surprised even me.
"Yes, you're going today, I don't care if you're hung-over, that is your problem," he said coolly once again. "It is not mine, little brother."
"I don't have to," I rebelled. "You can't make me."
"Hhmm, you're not in such good fighting shape today, are you Inuyasha? I wonder how many punches it would take to knock you out? Don't think it below me to throw you out on the sidewalk in front of your school."
I growled and left to get dressed without even eating anything. I pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt and I was off. "Where are you going?" Sesshomaru asked suddenly before I reached the door.
"School."
"Not in that."
"Why the hell not?" I yelled.
"Go put on your school uniform Inuyasha."
It had slipped my mind since the start of that summer. I completely forgot, the stupid school had started us wearing uniforms to school now. It was so degrading. The uniform was so plain and unlike my normal clothes Sesshomaru even chuckled. His hard shell is so hard to crack. I've been trying for years and the only way, apparently, was to make a complete and total fool of myself by wearing the dorkiest clothes I've ever seen. I growled and turned back to the room, shoved the clothes over my head and practically ran out the door into the crowded street full of excited kids returning to school again. I can't get how the hell they can like school. The September atmosphere is just so gloomy to me.
My alarm clock buzzed, signalling the first school day of the year. I groaned as sunlight streamed from my window and tapped my shoulder. My eyes were forced to adjust to the bright light and I knew I wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon. I heaved my limp body from the mattress and into a sitting position on the side of my bed.
I looked into the mirror bordering my wall and saw a frizzy-haired, baggy-eyed Kagome looking back at me. I wanted so much to sleep but I couldn't miss the first day of school. My mom called me from downstairs, "Kagome, get up, you're going to be late!"
"My good old wake up call," I mumbled to myself. My alarm usually never woke me but Mom hasn't failed yet. I pulled on my new school outfit and walked downstairs to enjoy a little breakfast and hopefully wake up.
I ate fairly speedily and was out the door before anyone could even glance at me.
Walking to school was as boring as I can remember, even after my friends meet up with me at the corner. This time though, I saw an older looking boy stumble out of an apartment door, look around and start walking toward the direction of the school. I knew him from somewhere but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. After a few seconds of watching him, I decided to ask him what was the matter as he looked a little miserable. His face suddenly lit up as he saw a few of his friends ahead and called to them.
I figured he couldn't have been that depressed had his face lightened up so instantly; though it still bugged me that I just couldn't figure out who he was.
