Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
A/N: Here's my new fanfic. Finally I've started writing this story. I've been wanting to for a long time, but just never got to it. Hope you like it!
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I ran through the halls of the house. I have no ideas whose house this is, but I feel like I've been here before. It seems so familiar. I slowed my pace. Why was I running in the first place? I took a few steps into a room and looked around. It was a kitchen.
Suddenly I could hear foot steps behind me. I sucked in my breath. I didn't dare turn around. Instead, I closed my eyes and prayed for whoever it was to go away.
"Kagome…" a voice called out.
I began sobbing without me even knowing. My heart was beating quicker and fear ran through every inch of my body. Why was I so afraid? Who was this person?
They yanked me around and…
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I sat up and screamed. I couldn't stop screaming, even though I was out of my dream. I was shaking uncontrollably and crying. I've never reacted like this to a dream before.
"Kagome!" my mom came running in. She came and pulled me towards her and I hugged her back, not wanting to let go. Tears pooled out of my eyes, and I couldn't stop. Why am I so scared?
"It's ok sweetie, it was only a dream."
Not one single ounce of comfort came from her words. I let go and tried to control my breathing. I didn't want her to worry.
"You're right," I lied. "It was just a dream."
She pulled my hair behind my ears. "Are you sure you're going to be ok?"
I nodded, not looking at her. She kissed me on the forehead and left the room.
I didn't even dare close me eyes. I didn't even want to blink. I scanned the room for any movement. I'm going to be paranoid for the rest of the night.
After an hour of shaking, I fell back asleep. I had the same dream again. This time when the person yanked me around, I was staring into pure black eyes.
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"Sango, I've never been so scared before. It was so weird."
Sango and I were sipping on our sodas in the cafeteria. The cafeteria was loud and noisy as usual, with everyone in their cliques. The cafeteria had a bland white color on its walls, making my mood a bit more depressed than usual.
I mean, what a horrible night! Those eyes, I will never forget those eyes. They were so close to me, and had an evil look to them that pierced through me. I couldn't even see the outline of the pupil. I nervously took another sip of my drink.
"I had a dream like that once, except it was at my aunt's house and you were also there. We were being chased around the house and then we got surrounded by a ton of scary looking men and then I woke up before they could touch us. Though I didn't necessarily have the same reaction as you," Sango explained. "But oh well. I'm alive and still here to day so all is good!"
Sango had such a cheerful personality that I envied so much. Whenever I get down and depressed, she always seems to fill the atmosphere with joy and looks at all situations optimistically.
For some unexplainable reason, I was a more dull and depressed person. I always look at things pessimistically and people avoid me because of my sad aura. People truly can't stand being around me. I barely carry out conversation because of my negative thoughts and my careless being. I didn't hate life or anything like that. I just never was enthusiastic about anything.
There are only a few people who can stand me. Sango was one of them. Without Sango, I would have probably been claimed the most depressed person of all time with no good reason.
I always secretly thought there was a reason though. For my irrational depression. Something must have caused it. I just don't know what.
"I know I shouldn't have reacted like that, but I couldn't stop. I was shaking the whole night." Not to mention right now.
Sango smiled, "Don't worry Kags, it was just a dream. We all have our nightmares. Besides, look at the bright side. Christmas is coming up!"
Oh yeah. Yipee.
Sango's favorite holiday is Christmas. Let me warn you now, she goes over the top on occasions like this. I can already imagine what she has planned. She'll decorate her house as if Santa owned it, buy tons of presents for everyone, and cook so much food that can fill the stomachs of a hundred people, even though about only ten will be eating the meal.
Christmas is a bit…too much for me. Like I said before, I'm a very dull person so obviously Christmas to me is too joyful. That never stopped Sango from trying to put me in the spirit, though.
"I'm going to make this Christmas the best you've ever had!" she squealed. I can tell she was always coming up with plans that I was already dreading.
I tried to think of a time when I enjoyed Christmas, but I can only go back so many years. This will be surprising, but I can't remember my childhood one single bit. From ten on out I can remember, but before ten years old, I only draw a blank. Another unexplainable thing in my life.
Sango and I are juniors in high school, by the way.
"Hey ladies," a smooth voice that I could recognize from anywhere said behind me. I turned and saw Miroku smiling and heading for our table. I smiled back.
Miroku was also a person who can stand me. He actually enjoyed hanging out with me, which is still a shock. He said I wasn't like all the other dumb and ego-filled people at the school. I couldn't help, but smile when he said that to me. But that doesn't change the fact of what he's truly like.
He is a total pervert. He flirts with every girl that walks the halls, even if he finds them unattractive. Girls can't stand him. I can honestly say, though, that I'm the only girl in school he hasn't tried to make a move on. I didn't know if I should be appreciative because he respects me as a friend, or if he is also distanced by my presence.
He is very kind and fun to be around, though. Only a few people know this. I enjoy hanging out with him and Sango. They're my two best friends.
He sat down by Sango and wrapped his arm around her. Lately he's been extra friendly to Sango. Miroku was the only person that she was mean too. Miroku and I are the only ones to have seen her bad side.
"What do you think you're doing?" Sango asked, glaring at Miroku. Miroku didn't flinch at all. Actually, he squeezed her tighter.
"Sitting here with you two beautiful women about to eat my lunch." Miroku started devouring his hamburger. Silly.
The bell rang and we headed to our classes. Neither Miroku nor Sango were in my English class, so we went off in our opposite directions. I could hear Miroku trying to convince Sango to go to the movies. I knew he always liked her.
It was sad walking through the halls, not having anyone to wave or say hello to. Everyone else seems to know everyone else. Why did I have to be the odd man out?
I went inside the classroom and took my seat in the back corner. No one notices me over here, not even the teacher. Though I'm not complaining. I never get called on, even when all the other students in the class are. I know I should be taking that as an insult, but I hate answering questions. So all the better.
The bell rang and class started. I put on my headphones as usual and drifted off into my own world. Suddenly the air seemed different and out of place. I looked up and saw someone knew has entered the class.
"Class, we have a new student. His name is Inuyasha. Now let's all welcome him with open arms to Grey View High!"
Inuyasha…
I can't take my eyes off him. I don't know why, but I can't. He has the most amazing long black hair, impossibly darker than mine. He stood tall and muscular, and was wearing a black shirt with jeans. He had a dark tone to him, though. I couldn't put my finger on it.
He sat down in the desk in front of me. I'm so very tempted to hold his hair in between my fingers. To see if it's real.
The teacher started his lecture. I didn't even bother playing my music. I couldn't stop thinking about him. If only I wasn't so shy.
The bell rang too quickly and we had to leave. I followed him up the aisle and out of the classroom, matching my footsteps with his. I'm very silly for doing this, but I continued out the door, making sure my strides were also as long as his and then he came to a stop. Someone was in front of him. I pretended that my shoes were untied and I bent down to "tie" them.
"I'm Kikyo, and it's very nice to meet you."
Oh. I should have figured.
Kikyo is one of those girls who can get any guy she wants. She and I look very much alike, except she's prettier and more exotic looking. My eyes look bland, dull, and disinterested while hers always look eager, excited, and flirty. Her eyes are her magic trick. She makes guys do her every need.
Inuyasha didn't answer back after a few long seconds. Kikyo continued.
"So you're new here, huh? Well, I'll make sure that you get to know everyone." I looked up and saw Kikyo touch his arm. She just met the guy!
Inuyasha shrugged her arm off and walked on. I stared in surprise. Now that wasn't something I expected.
Neither did Kikyo. She looked furious and hurried up to catch up to Inuyasha. I followed them where I was close enough in earshot.
"So you want to do something after school?" she pressed on. Inuyasha wasn't even looking her away.
"Look," he finally said. My stomach fluttered. His voice was amazing. It had a deep, quiet tone to it. But he was angry.
"I don't have any interest in you so how about you save yourself the trouble and find yourself someone else to bother." He walked into the classroom next to him, leaving Kikyo in total, utter embarrassment. I stared in shock, jaw opened wide and all.
Kikyo turned and glared at me. I smirked back. Did I mention that we absolutely hate each other's guts?
Back in freshman year, we sat next to each other in math. We never talked to each other, but I would always eavesdrop on her conversations. One time I heard her talk to her friend, Kagura, who sat in front of her, about Sango. It was all crap too. Kikyo was saying how weird and stupid Sango was, and how she always would talk to Kikyo and Kikyo was always annoyed of her. She started explaining a prank she was going to pull on my best friend, and I sat up from my desk and flipped her desk over, and she fell to the floor. It was one of the best moments of my life.
Kikyo and I have never got along. So you can tell that this also had been added to my best moments.
Kikyo walked away with her chin high, acting as if it never happened. Inuyasha was truly an interesting character. He also had the next class with me. I walked into the door and looked at my desk. I held my breath.
He was sitting at the desk next to mine.
Mr. Hall, my history teacher, said, "We have a new student everyone! Inuyasha, why don't you introduce yourself." I haven't sat in my seat yet because I was staring straight into Inuyasha's eyes.
We continued our eye contact until he walked past me and to the front of the classroom. I stumbled to my desk, unable to think straight. I've never seen eyes like his before. They were a beautiful gold color with a little black. They were amazing.
He was still staring at me when I looked his way. I could feel my cheeks blushing.
In a low voice he muttered, "I'm Inuyasha." The class waited for him to say more, but he just stood quietly.
"Anything else you'd like to say?" Mr. Hall asked. Inuyasha shook his head and started his way back over to his seat…next to me. He sat down and looked straight ahead. He was so close to me that I started to shake out of nervousness. I've never felt this way before.
The whole class was staring in our direction. I can tell what everyone was thinking. 'Look at those two freaks, sitting next to each other.' I looked down and sighed.
The class continued on and once again my mind was preoccupied by Inuyasha. He sits next to me in two of my classes…my grades are going to drop in both.
There is something about him that's different from anyone else. I examined his face from the side when he seemed to be day dreaming and he had a very serious look on his face. I wonder what he looks like when he smiles. I'm so tempted to start a conversation. Every time I open my mouth to say something, nothing comes out. I don't know what to say.
I've never been very social, which also helps to my outcast stereotype in this school. The only reason I'm friends with Sango is because she talked to me. At first I didn't even bother making an effort in starting out conversations when she first approached me back in seventh grade. My dreary spirit never dampened hers, though. She's still the same person she was four years ago, cheerful and merry.
Which also brings me to Miroku. To be honest, I don't exactly remember how Miroku and I met. I'll have to ask him.
I felt eyes looking at the side of my face and turned to see Inuyasha staring at me. Usually when I make eye contact with people, I turn away quickly. I get an awkward feeling and it makes me feel really insecure. But I can't turn my eyes away right now. They're so mesmerizing.
I blinked and on the inside of my eyelids I saw the same pure black eyes in my dreams and screamed.
Those eyes again. Why did those eyes have to come back? This dream is seriously getting into my head. I just might be going crazy.
And I'm not the only one thinking that.
The whole class stared at me puzzled, including Inuyasha. I laughed nervously and looked down, making sure my hair covered both sides of my face. I can't believe that just happened. I just might start crying.
Thank goodness the bell rang at that moment. I gathered my things and scurried out of the classroom. I didn't want to encounter anyone. Not like anyone would stop me.
My mind went back to Inuyasha. If only I could have the courage to talk to him. And even if I did, would he answer the same way as he did to Kikyo?
Little did that know that he was about to become a huge part in my life.
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A/N: Here's the first chapter! Do you like? I think it's a lot different than The Chosen One, that's for sure. I did start off with a dream again, hehe. More of the plot will be revealed as the story continues on. Review!
