Untouchable
Characters by Rumiko Takahashi
All I own is the script
Who would have guessed that time could change her so drastically, he mused idly. She had always sparked his interest, made him think. At the time, she was untouchable. Now, he knew, now was different.
She was someone he had always admired. Her appearance meant little to her. She never painted her face with too much makeup like a geisha like most girls her age. She never wore clothes that called attention to her figure, but he knew it was there. She was proud of her grades and paid no attention to the insults she received from her peers. She was reserved, but stood up when she witnessed an injustice done to others, but rarely called foul to the injustice done to her. She was a unique person who never conformed to others and he knew very little who did not follow others like cattle to slaughter.
Yes, he had always admired her. But as much as he wished to tell her, to show her she was an amazing person, she was so far out of his reach that it almost pained him to see her day to day. She had friends, some who he approved of and some he did not. He certainly did not approve of her close relationship with his younger half-brother, but in a way, he was thankful for it. Otherwise, he would only see her in the few classes they shared, rather than on a more frequent schedule. She was a constant guest on family trips (seeing as his father and step-mother had grown quite attached to the little miko), she stayed weekends when their group of friends would have parties and sleepovers in his home and even after school when they would have late night cram sessions for a test they have in the morning.
Her group of friends was an odd one, but it just proved that she was above preconceived ideas of others. Even toward himself, she treated him differently than everyone else. Males stayed out of his way, knowing he was the most powerful daiyoukai they would ever meet. Females either gave him a wide girth in the halls, terrified to meet his frozen amber eyes, or fawned over him, trying desperately to catch his eye. These females, who he could not classify as women and especially not ladies, drove him to the brink of murder. No matter how coldly or cruelly he rejected them, they never seemed to give up. He was gorgeous, he knew he had looks to kill but at times, he wished he could be like the miko and not care about his appearance. But such was not allowed for someone of his standings and pedigree.
She made him earn her respect, not giving it when demanded as everyone else. She had the bravery to stand up to him, look him in the eye and tell him how she felt. She would even poke him in the chest at times, when telling him off for "being mean" to Inuyasha. She smiled, spoke to him as an equal and even engaged in small talk with him at times. Of course, he could not act pleased by this, in fact, he had to be outright cold to her (which pained him greatly). But she never stopped trying. One day, after him (seemly) ignoring everything she said, she smiled at him and said "One day, Sesshomaru… One day, I will make you smile. I will make you laugh. And I will show the world that you are not as cold and heartless as you seem." Then she walked away, leaving him too shocked to even wipe the look of surprise off his face for almost 30 seconds. It was things like this, and more, that made him fascinated with her.
She herself was a miko. Her family had lived on the Sunset Shrine (named for the golden glow it was bathed in every evening) for almost 150 years. It is possible that it was even longer, but an unfortunate fire had destroyed many family records 50 years prior.
Her best friend, more like a sister really, came from a long line of demon slayers, who could track their family line back to the feudal era, a very impressive feat. Sango was a woman with a hard exterior, but when you really looked, her soft and shy side was just below the surface. She had a pet fire-neko named Kirara, who was often seen riding around on her shoulder, when not in school. She was a cute little thing, who they females constantly cooed over. He honestly did not see the attraction.
Then there was the slayer's on-again-off-again boyfriend, a monk named Miroku. His family line was impressive as well, but could not be tracked nearly as far as the slayer's. Every male in his family was a monk with a first name beginning with the letter M. His wandering eye (and hands) was a constant headache for Sango (as well as for Miroku, as every incident ended with a red handprint on his cheek and flat on his back on the ground. The woman had an arm, that much is certain). Which was the reason for the unstable status of their relationship. The attracting between them was obvious, when one took the time to see it.
Next was a young kitsune called Shippo. He was a prankster, which is the nature of any kitsune. He was orphaned at a young age, which prompted the miko's mother to adopt him. Now, years later, they were thick as thieves and just as sneaky. It was a common occurrence to see them whispering to each other before something unfortunate would happen to someone nearby. They had both mastered the innocent face, however, and no one could stay mad for very long.
And last (and least, in his own opinion) was his younger half-brother Inuyasha. A brash, loud, thick-headed dolt who had too small of a vocabulary to convey a message without cursing. He was uncontrollable, obnoxious and disrespectful to everyone around him. It made his blood boil to hear how Inuyasha spoke to the young miko. She would reprimand him or laugh it off, neither doing any good. He wished he could intervene, beat his brother into a bloody pulp and teach him a thing or two about respecting females, but he could not come to her rescue. She was untouchable.
He sat in his homeroom class, looking at the clock. She was always on time, walking into the room at exactly 7:50, ten minutes before class started. As the second hand hit the 12, in she strode, Sango by her side. He released a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. She sent him a smile that made his heart thud rapidly before taking her seat to his right. Kagome.