Hello readers! I hope you enjoy my story!
I do not own any of the Inu-Yasha characters, except for my own.
Chapter One – Prologue
In the silent hallways, the news had spread like butter. The secret's out. The once calmed students whisper throughout the entire school. As the whispers grew louder, the less civil they became. Students faces showed wonder and excitement, something like this has only happened a few times since the school was built. Already recently it happened, but for it to happen twice? Surely something must be happening for such an occasion to occur.
As the others chat about it with glee of excitement, another person smiled with malice. Oh, he was happy alright, but for different reasons altogether. For this to happen just when he needed something for him to truly set his plan into action.
"It's time." He glanced at the woman next to him, "You know what to do."
The sun shone brightly in the bedroom, a strong gust of wind past by and the chimes jangled together. Their distant song gave the room a calm setting. A small groan came from the bed, and the bed sheets clump together as the girl kicked them aside. She did a long stretch before rolling over.
Her mind was hazy from waking up. She gave a small yawn and rolled over again. And because her mind wasn't clear, she didn't notice that when she did her second turn, her body was already at the edge of the bed. When she finally realized what was happening, it was already too late. She gave a cry of surprise before falling flat on her face.
The Slinky Snails is the most popular, A-list club in the city. Only the people who know people were allowed in it, with the occasional someone on week days. And Sunday nights, for those who weren't so privileged. But that day was a Saturday and all the regulars started hearing the buzz that a hot guy had appeared.
A group of girls were eyeing the rumoured man. They weren't surprised that the gossip was wrong. For the man wasn't hot, he was down right sexy. Not to mention he has this mysterious atmosphere around him, and the young women were curious about him.
He was relaxing on a red couch in the corner. His short, black hair was messy, as if he didn't care if it was combed or not. And his eyes, they were mesmerizing; it was a deep green, like a never ending forest. He gave a small yawn, and the girls watched as his lean body heave up and down. They sighed, wondering what it would feel like if they cuddled with him.
Then they giggled and whispered to themselves, imaging naughtier things. They stopped abruptly when he jumped slightly. He then dug into his jean pocket and flipped opened his cell phone. His lips moved into what looked like a 'hello'. Then waited, hoping he'd show a wonderful smile, but they grew sullen. For his mouth turned into a grim line. They turned away, wondering what had happened.
The fireplace crackled in the circular room. A large man sat in front of a desk. The curtains were closed, only the fire and the small lamp on the desk were the source of light. The man leaned back in his chair and stroked his short beard and read the note before him. The shortage of light gave him an ominous look.
The telephone rang and he picked up the handle and brought it to his ear. "Hello?"
The other end of the phone was silent before a tiny voice answered, "…It's me."
The man scowled, "You idiot! I told you to not to call this line."
The other mans voice coughed and talked quickly, "Sorry. Its just that you told me to call you when we are-"
"I know what I told you! I'm not a blubbering imbecile! Do you have everything prepared?!"
"…No -we have everything except for a few things."
"Then why did you call?!" He strummed his fingers on the desk. He was losing his patience.
"I just called to tell you that it'll take a few months to get the last few items."
"A FEW MONTHS?!" The man yelled into the phone.
"Y-yes."
"Well shouldn't you get started instead of talking to me?!"
"Of course Sir, sorry." The other man quickly apologized, then hung up.
The man then placed the phone back on its holder and closed his eyes while pinching the bridge of his nose. He couldn't believe how stupid that person was, and to think, that was the best of the best. "Honestly…" He mumbled.
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That's the end of the prologue! :)