Inutori: My muse has been putting in overtime recently and I've been coming up with a lot more ideas. Some are originals, and others are fanfics.
Inuyasha: Yeah, and they're all fanfics for MY anime.
Inutori: Oh yeah, and I don't own Inuyasha…

Chapter 1
Moving In

The first day of school freshman year seems to be a blast for everyone but me. I just moved to this town and I don't know anyone, but perhaps I really don't want to know anyone. My elder half-sister was supposed to show me around today, but she ditched me for her boyfriend before the first bell. How am I supposed to know where my classes are?

Students around me in the hall only speak in quiet whispers by me, and I just know I'm the topic of all of their conversations. I always am. So I just walk on by without saying a word.

My lips feel dry from the lack of movement coming from my mouth, the teacher's voice drills a boring hole into my forehead as I listen, and my eyes begin to water while my sight gets blurrier. Was this how it is going to be everyday?

School let out at three and I begin slowly making my way home. I walk past a group of students that appear to be a "popular" group. They glance my way every once in a while then turn back to the main horde to make snide comments.

She's in that group. My elder sister is standing there, looking beautiful as always. Her boyfriend is standing next to her with an arm around her waist. How despicable. I wonder if mom knows what Kikyou does during the school day.

At home, I slump down onto the couch in the main room and turn on the TV. No one else is home yet, since mom is at work and Soutaleft a message on the phone saying he is goingover to a friend's house to play. All that's playing is soaps so I turn the TV back off and haul my backpack up to my new room.

Everything is still in the moving boxes. I haven't yet had time to unpack with all that has been happening. Kikyou's dad just passed away in a car accident and she is now in mom's custody. Instead of the fifteen-year-old coming to live with us, we moved to her. I guess my mom's first husband's house also belongs to her now and it is a lot nicer than the old shrine.

My grandfather stayed back to manage the shrine while the rest of us moved to an entirely new city. I don't know if I'll be missing him yet, since he could get quite annoying at times.

Laughing floats up the stairs from below. Kikyou must be home. And by the sounds of it, she brought some of her lackeys with her. It quiets down again and I can hear the sounds of the big screen TV downstairs.

Going downstairs doesn't seem too enticing at the moment, so I sit down on my bed and stare at the wall. Today has been a long day, and by the looks of it, itis destined to get longer.

Taking in a deep breath, I stand up and begin unpacking some of the boxes. Clothes first, since those are a necessity.

Someone is coming up the stairs and by the heavy thudding of the footsteps I can tell that it isn't Kikyou. My door isn't locked and I begin to hate myself for not locking it when it flies open to reveal Kikyou's boyfriend. I don't know his name, but he has long black hair tied back in a low ponytail and violet eyes.

He seems to glare at me for a second before stepping into the room over hordes of boxes and making his way to my bathroom.

"Get out of my room." I stand up and try to beat him to the bathroom connected to my room.

"Make me." His voice is a low growl and from what I can tell this guy has only one thing going; that is his looks. Otherwise he seems to be a low-life jerk.

I jump him from behind and start pulling on his ears: something that always seems to work when dealing with stuck-up brats.

"Let go of me, wench!" He grabs my hands and rips them off of his ears, andthen flips me over his head so that I am standing in front of him with my hands twisted behind my back. Man is this guy strong.

"Kya! You're hurting me!" I cringe in pain as his nails dig into my forearms. By this point I wouldn't be surprised if he has drawn blood.

"You asked for it, girlie!" He twists my arms even more until tears beginfalling down my face.

"L-let go!"

"Keh."

He lets go of me and steps into my bathroom. Looking down at my arms, they are bright red and have puncture wounds from where his nails had dug into me. Blood swells up in each of the cuts and I go into my mother's bathroom for the first aid kit.

How can Kikyou want to have a guy like that for a boyfriend? He's so violent; and to be able to beat up on girl like that is kind of scary. What does he do when it's a guy that ticks him off? To be honest, I really don't want to know.

I wrap both arms in white bandages to stop the bleeding. Perhaps mom won't notice and will just think I was out training again. After all, I used to practice kendo and archery back at the shrine and when I did those I would wrap my arms in cloth to give myself a little extra protection.

Sighing, I stand up and look at myself in the mirror. My black hair is in two braids that come down to mid-back, and the t-shirt I'm wearing has blood…

OK, so I need to change my shirt thanks to that idiot. But other than that, I look like I usually do. So I leave the bathroom with my head held high and go back into my own room to continue unpacking.

I hope that Kikyou's boyfriend is done; I'd rather not have another encounter with him. With the kitchen knife sitting on one of the boxes I slit open the tape sealing some of my personal belongings.

My ear twitches when I hear the toilet flush and the sink in my bathroom turn on. Great, so that pig wasn't done yet. I don't quite know what to do. Defy him and just stay where I am, or run out of the room in a mad rush to avoid him? I guess I need to work on thinking faster, because I am still in my state of indecision when the door opens and the teenage bully steps out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.

His eyes meet mine before glancing down at my arms where the bandages are. What I saw as a pained expression crosses his face before he silently leaves my room. Once he is gone I take a chance to look down at my armsand I see the dark splotches of blood seeping through the cloth.

I guess the bleeding hasn't stopped yet.

With a shrug, I continue unpacking in silence and listen in to what is going on downstairs. Most of the noise has stopped and the laughing is dying down quickly. People are probably leaving by now.

Then I hear Kikyou's light footsteps bounding up the stairs and once again I regrett leaving my door unlocked.

She throws open my door andI note thather face is wrinkled in obvious anger; I wouldn't be too surprised if steam starts to come out of her ears. Actually, that'd be very amusing.

"What did you do to Inuyasha!"

I
Do
Not
Sleep

A/N Well, can't expect too much out of a girl, can you? Review, then if you have time, go check out some of my other stories…