I sat at my desk, and tried my hardest to pay attention as the afternoon crawled by. And if I was distracted, it wasn't by thoughts of a certain boy with long silver hair and dog-ears. Nope, not me. I was defiantly not daydreaming of any infuriating, hotheaded, pig-headed, jerks that happened to be hanyous. Not at all.

Yeah, okay, so maybe I'm being distracted by thoughts of Inuyasha. Big deal, it's not because I'm in love with him or anything. I'm only thinking of the reason I'm back in my own time, of course. That reason being him, because we had gotten into yet another fight- his fault, per usual.

To be perfectly honest I can't even remember what we where fighting about. I just know that I'm still mad at him for it.

"... I mean, have you seen her hair? It's never even done!"

I sigh, as the girl's shrill (and very annoying) voice reaches my ears. Of course, I have no idea what Toru has against me. She just hates me, is all- it happens.

I roll my eyes, looking back up at the board in the front and deciding to ignore her. I was already distracted enough by a supernatural being; I didn't have time to add normal people to the list.

"It looks like she did her makeup looking a puddle!" One of her cohorts adds, giggling.

I resist the blush that attempts to creep over my face. In truth Toru isn't that far off from the truth; I had done my makeup looking in a river that morning. It's not my fault, though! I'd made sure to check it in a real mirror when I got back anyway- I knew it looked just fine, even if I had only applied mascara and lip gloss.

Toru looked over at me, and then sneered through blood red lips. "How have you been lately, Kags? Your never here anymore your so sick with all those old-peoplediseases."

I resisted a sigh and simply smiled at her, trying my hardest not to sneer right back at. "Hello, Toru. I've been fine, thank you."

Toru rolled her eyes. "I have to tell you, Kagome, I don't think you've really been sick this whole time."

I froze. There's no way...

"I think you'er just to embarrassed to show you ugly face at school."

I tersely turn away from her. What a typical bully! She sounded fake, stupid, and right out of a book. She didn't even have good insults. Half the idiotic youkai I had fought had better quips than this girl.

"You can think what you want, Toru." After the fight with Inuyasha, I really wasn't in the mood for another one. "It won't effect me."

"You think yourso smart, don't you Kagome?" She scoffs. "You're such a child!"

Did this girl really have the nerve to tell me that I was naive? After all I'd seen and done?

I had seen people bleeding to death, strewn carelessly across the ground; children, men and women, the elderly. I regularly dealt with life or death situations, had to pick who was going to be alive at the end of the day. I had been kidnapped so many times that I had stopped counting, and had always had to use cleverness to keep myself from being slaughtered on the spot. I had been threatened, cut, tossed across clearings, stabbed, shot, and had even been under the influence of mind control. I had risked her life for others more times than I could count, and had to chose everyday if I was going to kill... or be killed.

I had thrown myself in harm's way to save Inuyasha, risking getting killed by him in the process, and had experienced his claws sinking deep into my skin for this. I still had the scars to prove that, not that I would ever let Inuyasha see. He probably still had no clue about it, and I wanted it to stay that way.

I had lost friends, and the friends I'd been able to keep were all deeply scarred by life. I shared their pain; all of tit. The pain of Kohaku, constantly being controlled, and the rest of the dead slayer family resting on Sango's shoulders. Miroku and his wind-tunnle palm, cursed to kill him one day as it had his father. And Inuyasha. Oh, poor Inuyasha, having been thrown through one hell to the next all his life. He had been bullied mercilessly simply for the blood in his veins. He'd seen his mother killed, and he'd been hunted like an animal as a child. He had to kill more then anyone in their group, and could never really get the smell of blood of his claws. He... he'd had his heart wrenched out by Kikyou, who was supposed to love him, when Naraku had played them against each other. Kikyo had sealed him to a tree for fifty years; just one step from the ultimate betrayal of death. And to top it all off, once she came back to life, as a former shadow of her true self... it seemed as if she couldn't decide between killing him and dragging him to hell with her. In reality it was the same thing.

I had suffered all of these things with them, and now here I sat, with this ignorant girl telling me that Iwas clueless?

Oh, she had so much to learn, this Toru. She was so blind! If only she knew... if only they all knew...

I laugh, suddenly, surprising the bully. The bell rang, and I stood. Looking down at Tory, I smile at the naive girl. "Maybe one day you will understand the world." I said with a small smile. "For now, I hope that you are content to live with no knowledge of this life." I don't say the words harshly, I speak kindly. I... I really do mean what I say, and don't speak with the slightest bit of malice. I feel sorry for her. I really do.

Toru just sits there, mouth gaping, and watches as I smiled at her friendly before walking away.

If only they knew... if only they knew...

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Just another whim. Comments loved as always! Hope everyone enjoyed it!