Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha nor do I own any characters I did not make up.
Chapter 1: A Normal Day
Running to catch the bus, Erika tripped over her left foot and, just before she landed flat on her face, Damien came swooping in to catch her and swing her onto his back without even missing a step.
"You gotta learn to walk, sis." Damien said glancing back to his sister.
"Oh, shut up and let me off before someone sees us." Erika said as they reached the bus stop a few seconds before the bus came, as usual.
The bus screeched to a stop inches in front of Erika's nose. She stepped up and walked on.
"Erika!"
"Hey, Erika!"
"Over here, Erika!"
As every day, Erika was treated with warm shouts from her posse from the back and as usual Damien walked to the closest seat and sat down, pulling his caps down over his eyes to give the illusion that he was asleep.
"Who is that guy, Erika?" whispered one of her lemmings.
"Oh, you mean the guy at the front? I…I dunno, just some creep who is always there when I get there. The weird thing is I never see him anywhere but the bus stop. It's like he goes out of his way to follow me." Erika responded.
"I bet he's a stalker." At this everyone in the bag giggled frantically.
Normally, Damien would have been out of hearing distance although, thanks to his incredible heritage, underneath his baseball cap are two astoundingly acute dog ears. However, normally, fraternal twins did not deny the existence of each other like Erika did. Well, what are you going to do? It's just a normal day isn't it?
The next time the bus stopped a crowd of people walked on. As each one passed by without looking, Damien could tell which person it was just by the scent of them. Along with super sensitive hearing like a dog, Damien also had the sense of smell of a dog as long with the fangs and sometimes, the temper mental behavior of one. However, this day, he smelt a different scent. This has never happened to him in a daily routine. He could usually remember everyone's scent the first time he met them or smelt them. For the first time in, probably a week, Damien actually lifted his cap above his cobalt blue eyes and silver bangs. He looked around and did not see anyone different. Although unnerved, he did not want people to see his concern so he covered his eyes again and went back to pretending to be asleep.
The bus continued on for it's ten minute bus ride, all the time Damien still pondering what the smell was. He must talk to Erika, so instead of being first of the bus he waited until everyone was almost off the bus. Normally, Erika, the teen queen, was last off the bus (being last allowed her minions to form a royal passageway for their majesty). As Erika passed by him he reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her aside.
"I have to talk to you." He said in as urgent tone that he could muster.
Erika looked at him in a kind of "not now what do you think you're doing look" then finally yelled out, "Get off of me you freak!" and shoved him aside and walked off.
Making sure to be at least ten paces behind Erika, he could not help from overhearing one of the many followers saying, "See, I told you he was a stalker."
Damien was used to his sister ignoring him so he just went about as he always does and got off the bus and went to his locker.
5,24,7, Damien spun his locker and finally, with a click, his locker popped open. Damien was not the neatest of people. This was blatantly obvious at first sight into his locker. He had three old banana peels, a book from freshmen year, one gym shoe (the other's whereabouts is unknown to all), three old gym shirts and two pairs of smelly gym shorts (none of which had been worn for years) and finally, what he was searching for, in a small corner at the back of his locker, his four books for his four classes.
While rummaging through his locker he sensed something behind. In a blink of an eye he whirled around and grabbed the person behind him by the collar of his shirt and pinned him up against the wall. Growling, with fangs showing, Damien realized that this was his one and best friend, Jake.
"Whoa man, easy up." Said Jake in his usual cool-guy tone.
Jake was the only one who knew about his crazy lineage and one of the few who would believe that this lowly scum could be related to the highest of all highs: Erika.
"Sorry, I've been all screwed up today, I thought I smelt something on the bus today, and then right now, I thought you were some evil force," Damien said, letting Jake get back on the ground and walking back over to his locker and grabbing his books, "well, anyway, we better get to class, the bell is going to ring soon."
Just as Damien finished this sentence the bell rang. Damien, with his supernatural speed left Jake in the dust as he tore off to his first period.
He got there just in time not to be yelled at too much, after all Jake was almost 5 minutes later than he was. First period was a usual bore, science. It should be a crime to have science in first period. It should also be a crime to be a monotonous science teacher. Furthermore, it should be a crime to separate two good friends in a morning science class with a monotonous teacher.
Anyway, Damien knew all he needed to know, for some reason, school came easy to him, especially science. Damien would either sleep or day dream while looking out of the window in this class and would still get 90's on all the class.
Well, as Mr. Fukaro droned on, unaware of the time, the bell rang. What seemed like 5 minutes of daydreaming was really the whole 70 minutes of class. Damien could care less about elapsed time; he just collected his books and made his way to his second period, which he did not share with Jake.
This class was gym, one of his most preferred classes, if he could actually try but like his mother told him since he was a little kid, "don't try too hard, you don't know what you're capable of, you may end up hurting someone, and the only thing we don't need is a law suit and you being exposed." Blah, blah, blah, that's all it was, useless blabber.
This class they ended up going outside to practice running, and it was unusually calm. Not a breeze anywhere. If you were to pick up a blade of grass and let it go, it would fall straight down. It was eerie.
Everybody lined up in a line, waiting to for their turn to run and show off how great they were, or weren't. Damien hated this above all because if he showed his true speed, he would surely be rejoiced as the school new leading runner, and even if he cut back and was second, third or even fourth fastest, he would get some attention, so do get rid of any hope of being looked at as an idol, he would run quite slow.
While waiting in line he could hear people trying to run with him. This was not the first running exercise that the class had done and, of course, he had to make sure to run slow and, in comparison, most people would look good against him.
Damien almost chuckled. He had the faintest thrill of racing against the fastest person and smoking him. This was only an idea, he could never do this, keep in the shadows and nobody will know.
While waiting in line to be humiliated a sudden gust of wind arose. So strong and so sudden that Damien's hat, at once, blew off. His unnatural silver hair and dog ears were exposed. Although nobody was paying attention to him at the moment did not mean that they wouldn't for long. Once one person notices and freaks out then it was all over. However, if he used his incredible reflexes and speed, someone will surely notice and know something is up. All this panicking made him forget the true issue at hand, someone figuring out…again.
He dropped to the ground and, while there took a quick scan. He saw his hat and made a quick grab for it. By this time he had also realized that people were looking at him too.
Damien looked up at all the confused faces then he realized that they were wondering why he was on the ground.
"Ow, ow!" Damien screamed in pain, clutching his right leg.
"Damien, what's the matter, are you ok?" the gym teacher said walking over to see what the commotion was all about.
"My leg, oh, my leg!" Damien yelled.
"Help me get him out of here and to the nurse's office, Billy." The teacher said pointed to one of Damien's fellow classmate.
Damien walked with Billy to the nurse's office and, after being examined and told that nothing was wrong was dismissed for lunch.
Luckily, lunch went smooth, no close calls of being caught as what he was and no ominous forces around. Third and fourth went good too (third extremely well since there was a substitute and Jake in the class, always a set up for a laugh riot). He got on the early bus since he had nothing really to do because Jake had gotten detention for patronizing the sub.
Obviously Erika wasn't on the bus, probably off with her friends doing something "cool", so he had to walk home alone. Not that he minded or anything, just sometimes it's better with company, especially on this screwed up day.
He was walking up to his house, past the shrine and past the tree that his father had been sealed on and his mother had set free so many years ago when, all of a sudden he sensed the strange being once again. He quickly turned around, ready for another fight and hoping it wasn't Jake again skipping his detention, when from on one of the branches came this dark figure, a lot too fast and a lot too smooth moving to be Jake, that landing right in front of Damien.
Damien was about to swing but before he could, he found himself flying through the air and landing hard on the ground. He hadn't even felt the hit until he was lying on the ground with a massive stomachache.
More to come, this is only the start, please R&R and tell me how you like it so far.