Hi everybody! Okay so this is my first fanfic story ever, so if you read it and it totally sucks, please do not yell at me. I worked really hard on it so constructive critism would help a ton. I rated it it T for situations that will come up later on in the story. I don't think there will be any M situations (on screen) because I really don't know how to write lime sceens, and well i don't feel comfortable writing stuff like that so for now it will remain T. However there might be scenes indicating that something has happened or is about to happen.

I also need to point out that I hate people who take forever to update, however I do understand writer's block. I am warning you all now that if I am busy or have writer's block it might take me a long period of time to update. So don't bite my head off if this situation occurs. Well onto the story. Which by the wayb doesn't have a title yet because I have no idea what to call it. Sorry. well nhere we go, hope you like it. Be sure toR&R afterwards. Thank-you

NanaOsaki-san


Prologue: Part 1

When I was in Kindergarten, I don't remember having any friends. I do, however remember the harsh teasing and ridicule I had to go through from my classmates. They never ran out of things to say to me. Sometimes it was something as simple as my glasses or the way I dressed. At that age students were not required to wear uniforms. With this knowledge, I chose to wear dresses. It would always hurt when they made fun of my dresses, because my mother made them for me.

Other times they would find crueler things to say or point out. Like on many occasions they would say that the reason I was so poor was because my father was in the hospital. My father had been in the hospital for quite some time. Every time I went to see him he was either to ill to speak to me or sleeping. Sometimes it scared me because there were so many needles in his body and he was hooked up to a machine. It was until I was older that I had found out it was cancer. Then there was my grandpa. He started to be the one to pick me up from school. Mom had to get a second job to pay for the hospital bills. Sometimes he also dropped me off, reminding me to take my sacred charms. The kids in my class called him crazy. Although I loved my grandpa, sometimes I thought those kids were right.

I sat alone at recess and at lunch. I eventually started to think that I really was ugly and dumb. It hurt a lot. I tried to be strong and put up with it so my mom wouldn't worry about it. But then the simple teasing turned into bullying. One day my grandpa was late to pick me up and some boys started harassing me. I took a chance and spoke up for myself. I called them stupid and told them to leave me alone. They got mad and started to beat me up. I kicked one of them in the leg and ran as fast as I could. I may have been weak but I definitely wasn't slow. I ran towards my family shrine and didn't stop running until I was out of breathe. I began to slowly walk home then. When I got home I went up to my room and fell asleep crying. No one was home to comfort me or see the bruises that started to form on my arms and legs.

This is how I would have spent the rest of my life. Nothing would've changed. They would've never stopped their bullying if it wasn't for him.


The first week of first grade I was a little nervous. Although, I felt happy too, because over the summer my dad had gotten better and was now at home with us. He said pretty soon he would be able to work again. My mom had found out about the bullying and promised to never leave me alone again. She quit her second job so she could pick me up after school. I was happy for awhile, until it started again.

It happened about three weeks after school started. That morning my mom told me she couldn't pick me up that day because of a meeting she had of some sort. She told me to walk straight to the bus stop and not to talk to strangers. She promised me that grandpa would be waiting at the bus stop for me and that he wouldn't be late. I did as my mom told me. But about half way there I walked into trouble.

"Hey there kagome." said kanji, my normal bully. He had a few older boys with him that I had recognized from school. They were both in the second grade. A year older than me and kanji. I decided that I wasn't going to be scared of them. I straightened my back and tried to walk around them. Kanji of course, blocked my way. I stopped and looked him the eye. "What? No Greeting? C'mon I haven't talked to you in a while." he said with a smirk.

"There's a very good reason for that." I said trying to sound smart and brave at the same time. Over the summer my grandpa's friend, Kaede taught me some karate moves for self defense and told me to never let anyone hurt me. Grandpa will be mad if I'm late. I thought as I tried to go the other way again.

"Really?" he asked surprised. "And what would that be?"

I stepped back a little. "I didn't want to hear your ugly voice." This I could tell angered him. He swung his fist as I ducked out of the way. I tried a sweep kick that Kaede had taught me. He fell on his back. It worked. I thought. As soon as he fell I got up and tried to run fast, completely forgetting about the two older boys. One of them, Reached his hand out and grabbed my hair. He yanked it hard causing me to fall back as I screamed in pain.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said aloud as he pulled me to my feet. I held my head and my hair, afraid he would pull it out. Tears began forming in my eyes. I shut my eyes as I heard Kanji standing up.

"That wasn't very nice kagome" Kanji said in an angry tone. I opened my eyes. As I did I saw kanji's flat hand coming toward my face. I barely any time to stop him before the pain exploded in my left cheek just below my eye. I let the tears flow freely, as he punched me in my stomach. I began to cry out.

"Didn't your mom ever tell you it's not nice to hit girls?" came a voice from behind us.

"What do you want?" Kanji said as I opened my eyes. The grip on my hair had loosened, so I tried to pull away. The boy just pulled back harder. I let out a cry of pain.

"Let her go." he said calmly. It sounded like he was a little older than us. He began walking closer.

The other older boy that stood next to kanji stepped forward. "and what if we don't?" He asked bravely.

"I'll hurt you."

He must've had something that scared them because they were going to leave. "C'mon guys, this half breeds not worth our time anyway." kanji said. As he was saying this the boy holding onto my hair let go and shoved me into the dirt. My cheek was now throbbing. I sat there for a minute and cried into my hands.

"Are you okay?" asked the boy. I looked up and there stood a boy with longer silver hair. He had golden eyes and two fuzzy ears on the top of his head. He extended out a clawed hand to help me up. I graciously took it without saying anything as he helped me up. "So why were they hurting you?" he asked after a short silence.

I lowered my head in shame. "I don't know. They just like to bully me." My voice came out quiet and soft. I couldn't belive someone was talking to me and being nice.

"Oh. I'm sorry"

There was another awkward pause before I decided to speak. "Well thank you for helping me. I have to go." I began to walk away. I then heard him call after me.

"Hey what's you're name?" He asked.

My parents had always told me to never talk to strangers but I didn't care because this boy was being nice to me. "Kagome," I said "Kagome Higurashi."

"Cool name, mine's Inuyasha Songiya. Well I guess I'll see you around. I hope I will meet up again with you some other time." he said turning to walk the other direction. "Bye Kagome." he called over his shoulder.

"Bye" I called back. I turned around and began to make my delayed trip to the bus stop. "I hope grandpa won't be angry with me since I'm late." As I walked to the bus stop I thought about how nice it had been to have someone stand up for me. I also couldn't help thinking about Inuyasha and how much I wanted to see him again. I didn't know at the time how soon that would be.


A couple of weeks later the teacher announced that we had a new student. "Everyone meet your new classmate, Inuyasha Songiya." she said.

My head shot up as she said his name. He was scanning the room until he saw me. Then he smiled. I shyly smiled back. I can't believe it's actually him, I thought happily. I thought I would never see him again.

"Inuyasha has transferred from the school on the other side of town. Some of you know how it is to be new so please do your best to be nice to him. Now who would like to volunteer to be Inuyasha's tour guide for the week and show him around the school?" Everybody knew that the school on the other side of town was mainly attended by demons and half demons, which was why nobody raised their hand. Up until a few years ago the schools used to be separate for demons and humans. There were few demons that attended my elementary school, some of them were treated fairly others treated like dirt. I felt sorry for him because I knew first hand about how cruel some of these kids could be.

Jerks! I thought.

"Come on kids don't be shy." the teacher was still looking for a volunteer.

I realized I still wasn't raising my hand. He had helped me so now I had to help him. I shyly raised my hand. "Ah, thank you Kagome for volunteering. If you will just go back and take a seat next to kagome she will tell you what we are doing right now, ok?" He nodded and began walking towards me. He sat in the seat next to me on my right.

"Hey," he said casually.

"Hi."

"So, this is where you go to school huh?" It was meant as a rhetorical question, but I still answered with a yes. "Cool, so what are we suppose to be doing right now?"

"Um …we're working on our spelling for this week. You can copy my list since you don't have one yet," I slid it over to him.

"Thanks" he replied. He started writing them down as he talked to me. "So, um kagome do you want to play together at recess? I mean you don't have to, it's just you know you're the only person I know right now."

"Oh," I said, disappointed that he only wanted to play with me because he didn't know anybody else, although still happy that I was going to be have someone to play with. Even if was only for a little while, "Okay sure."

At recess we played on the swings. "Do you want me to push you?" he asked politely.

"Um…that's ok. I can do it myself," I said shyly.

He sighed. "Is it because I'm a half-breed? Is that why you don't want to play with me?" He sounded sad when he asked me this.

I looked up at him in surprise. Did he really want to play with me? I thought.

"I never said that I didn't want to play with you."

"Well, you didn't have to. You keep acting all mopey like you don't want to play with me."

"No I don't. It's just…"

"Just what?" he asked urging me to go on.

"Well, it's just that I really want to play with you, but when you get to know people you won't want to play with me anymore." I said sadly.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because it happens all the time, nobody wants to be friends with somebody like me."

"Then let's make a deal." he said confidently.

"Like what?"

"I'll be your friend if you'll be my friend. Deal?" he said, sticking his hand in front of me.

"Okay!" I said happily as I shook his hand.

"We're going to be best friends kagome I just know it." He walked back over to the swing. "So do you want me to push you now?" He asked, standing behind one of the swings.

"Okay," I said as I walked over to the swing. After recess was lunch, then back to class again. I talked to Inuyasha all day that day. He told me about his school and I did the same. He told me that his mom had died a couple years ago and that his dad died when he was born so he never got to meet him. I told him how my dad had been sick last year but had gotten better over the summer.

"So who were those guys that beat you up the first time I saw you?" He asked.

I looked down at my desk. "That was Kanji and his two friends. I don't know their names though. That was the first time I've seen them."

"So what did you do to them?" he asked.

I looked up at him. "Nothing," I said sadly returning my gaze to the desk again. "That's the way it's always been. Last year in kindergarten he would just tease me and call me names like all the other kids. But then for some reason he just started to get really mean and he would beat me up sometimes."

"I'm sorry. It sounds like you've had it really rough."

"It's not your fault. You don't have to apologize."

"I know but I kind of know how you feel. You see I live with my mom's human sister, my aunt Sukiko, and my half-brother Seshomoru. He doesn't have the same mom as me but we have the same father. His mom must've been a demon too because he's a full demon. He's always calling me half breed and before my mom died he would beat me up sometimes. I hated it a lot. Before my mom died she would make everything better and she promised to protect me. Now there's only my aunt who's always working so she can't do anything about it. But that's ok," he said, his mouth forming into a smile. "Because I've been getting stronger ever since my aunt put me in Karate lessons."

"So your just like me, except I'm not very strong." I said shyly.

"It's ok Kagome because now you have me. Don't worry if Kanji tries to hurt you again I won't let him."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll protect you them. After all we're supposed to be friends, right?"

"Right. Thank you Inuyasha"

When it was time to go home that day I was sort of sad but happy all at the same time. I couldn't believe I had a friend. I was walked out to my mom's car I had a smile planted on my face. Throughout the years Inuyasha would come to my rescue many times. At that age I never knew how much he would come to mean to me.


A/N-I hoped you all liked. please review and please no flames. And before i go any further with this story i should point out my mistakes. Inuyasha and Kagome sound way too old and smart for their age I know. and my charecters are definately OOC. I would also like to say that it doesn't matter because the whole point of fanfiction is to make a story into your creation however you want it tio be. so don't tell me that this or that isn't possible because that is the entire point.

So this is Nana saying "I'm Outie!"