Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
To be completely honest, I never thought I would fall in love. The word was pretentious and used too much. Love lost it's true meaning, and I wasn't going to stoop low enough to ride alongside with society and spitting it anywhere I want. It shouldn't work that way. Love should only be used for a few special people at those rare special moments.
These moments weren't meant for me, or so I thought. I'm not the prettiest girl, my raven hair hangs by my shoulders. I brush the knots out and head to school. I mean, really, is it worth the trouble to straighten my hair everyday? I'm not at school to impress, which may have been my problem through high school.
My face is smooth, thank goodness. My parents passed down at least a few good genes. My style of clothing is casual. My favorite skinny jeans and any color tank top set me up for the day. I don't need name brands to represent who I am. If people want to know that, they should come up and ask me how I am and befriend me. I guess I'm not that easy to communicate with. It's not my fault I'm shy, right?
Back to the topic.
I don't know who fell in love first. Maybe it was at the same time. Maybe the Christmas air made our time together even more merrier. Though it wasn't all fun and games first. So my point in writing this is to ask you, the reader, what you think. Where did I go wrong, or right, or just...what happened? I hated him, and then I grew...feelings for him. As you travel the journey I went through, note those moments that made us more connected. Tell me how I became the person I am now. How did I fall in love?
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My story starts with a red rose. Unfortunately, this red rose was plastic and from Hojo, a boy who has had a crush on me since elementary. You'd think by now he would end his hopeless puppy love for me. But no, he has to continually give me tacky gifts on every holiday.
"I hope you like it Kagome!" Hojo exclaimed, using his high-pitch chirp I have to endure for the next year and a half. I am a junior in high school and an eager teenager who can't wait to get out of this hell hole they call "high school." Who made up the idea that high school was the best years of our lives?
If it is, well...that sucks.
"Thanks Hojo." I smiled and left. The last thing I needed to do was sit through a whole monologue on all my redeeming qualities and intellectual insights and...ugh, he makes me want to gag.
"Kagome, look!" I saw Sango by our lockers posing in her new outfit. Her jean skirt exposed her long, tan legs and her new cashmere turtleneck sweater that brought out her hazel eyes. Sango was just as conservative as me, though she attracted the male gender at larger masses than I did. Sango is completely oblivious of her admirers, meaning they can stare as long as they want without getting caught. I mentioned this to her a few times, and her reply is always, "Don't be silly!" So I gave up.
"Another new outfit?" I smirked.
"Another gift from your lover?" She retorted back with a smile. I laughed.
"It's plastic, Sango, plastic! How pathetic is that?" I tossed the flower into my locker, imagining the plastic melting down as if it were withering. I shook my head. He really outdid himself this time.
"It's the thought that counts."
I snorted. "Right..." I said with a hint of sarcasm.
We grabbed our books and headed to English, our last period of the day. I love Ms. Tsuki's class, for she is fun and spirited. You should see her recite Shakespeare. While it may be humorous, her way with words is truly inspiring. I know, the true nerd in me is revealed, yikes! Have no fear, I have sleepovers, shopping sprees, and whatnot just like every other sixteen year old teenager.
Today was different, though, where I met him. It's funny how I'm recalling back to this day, how I never saw it coming. Itbeing love.
He was a new student who moved from the next town over. His white luscious hair laid straight along his back and his eyes...no words can describe them. They are a deep gold that looked...mysterious. I know, don't laugh at me. I don't do love at first sight before you get ahead of yourself. I do the whole get-to-know-one thing, but he became difficult to figure out. You'll see.
Ms. Tsuki chirped, "Class, we have a new student! His name is Inuyasha Takanashi. Please give him a warm welcome since he doesn't know anyone here. Sit next to Miroku, hey Miroku! Shoot your hand up!"
She has a perky, loud voice, mind you. Ms. Tsuki is a love-hate person, meaning you either love her or hate her. Miroku, a good friend of mine, winked at Ms. Tsuki while he raised his hand up. Ms. Tsuki giggled.
Guess how Miroku feels.
"Wow, he's gorgeous," Sango whispered in my ear as we went to our seats. Inuyasha sat behind me, Sango was to my right, and Miroku was behind him. Poor Sango, who has to deal with him playing with her hair and tickling her sides. He's a total flirt, and trust me, he has hit onevery girl at my school. The freshmen find it flattering that a junior is even looking their way. I don't know if I should pity those girls or laugh at their silliness.
I nodded and stared curiously at the newcomer. He slouched down in his chair and diverted his eyes quickly around the room. It was like he was scanning each person, judging them. His eyes landed on me and I quickly looked away. I felt my cheeks blush and immediately became embarrassed. It's not normal for me to find someone this interesting. I'm acting like we've never had a new student before.
I sat down and took out my journal to begin the assignment on the board. My attention was soon, though, grabbed by Inuyasha and Miroku, who started a conversation. I'm a huge eavesdropper, by the way. It's not like I mean to, but if the person is sitting a few feet within me and talks loud, they are pretty much asking for it.
"So Inuyasha, is it?" Miroku asked.
Inuyasha scoffed, "Your point?"
"Ah, feisty, aren't you? Well, the girls at this school dig feisty, so keep working with it." That is definitely a typical statement for Miroku to say. I looked at Sango, who was looking back at me with her eyebrow raised. She was listening as well. See, I'm not the only one!
"Well, I don't care what the girls at this school think."
Miroku feigned a heart attack and exasperated. "What?! You're telling me that not one girl has grabbed your attention? Not one girl that you would just have a fling with, just to hook up?"
"That's too easy. I go for girls who are hard to get. I like a challenge."
I rolled my eyes. A challenge, huh? That will be hard to find at this school because I bet every girl here will kiss his feet. It's pathetic, really. You should hear the conversations I hear. Like how one girl bought a guy lunch for two weeks and he dropped her for another girl to buy him lunch. Or how a girl thinks she's in love with the hot football player, but she's oblivious to how three other girls think the same thing. The girls at Shikon High School put the women gender to shame.
Which is why I will never succumb down to their level. I mean, can you blame me for my views on love?
"Ah, too much work." Miroku said.
"Not really, just got to use the charm."
This conversation has to end.
I turned around and snapped, "What, because every girl will fall for you? Not all girls are like that, you know. We don't appreciate being used, being played like a game. It's been nice getting to know you and welcome to Shikon High School."
He smirked back, "Now she's feisty."
Miroku nodded, "Inuyasha, meet Kagome Higurashi. Not your average school girl, full of pride and dignity. She is hard to break, trust me, I tried."
I glared at Miroku. "Will still never happen."
"Don't worry, you'll fall for me."
Sango turned around and hit him on the head. "Perv."
Inuyasha leaned in close to me, keeping that smirk of his on his face. My heart fluttered, but I kept my composure and stared back. He kept his gaze for a long time, and right when he opened his mouth to say something, Ms. Tsuki said, "Kagome, you can get to know Inuyasha outside my class, but inside I expect you to keep your attention and stay on task. Now turn around."
"Sorry, Ms. Tsuki." Why did I bother wasting my time? I should have just ignored the two.
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"Can you believe those two?" I asked as Sango and I were walking home together. She's my next door neighbor, so everyday we walk together after school. Unfortunately winter is starting, so it's bound to snow soon. We still don't have a choice, but to trudge through the cold.
"Actually, I can. It's Miroku, remember? And that Inuyasha guy is just another dumb-witted hottie. Too bad." She sighed. I agree with her. If only he was into art or photography and he would talk about how he was inspired by an old couple walking together across the street. He would write poems about the little things in life that make him happy, and he would play guitar to kids at the library.
But that's just my little dream world.
When we reached our houses, we separated and I walked across the my one-story home. My mother and my brother, Sota, were putting up Christmas lights on the roof. They weren't doing a great job of it.
"Sota, stop fooling around or you'll hurt yourself!" my mother yelled from the ground.
I ran to the ladder laying on the house and crawled up quickly, leaving my backpack on the floor. "Mom, how could you even let him up there?"
"You know I'm afraid of heights sweetie," she replied. Still no excuse for letting a twelve year old on the roof without anyone with him.
"I don't need your help, sis!" Sota stubbornly complained. He believes he should be the man of the house since he's the only guy in the family. It was cute at first, but now he tries to take authority of everything, making him a bossy little brat.
"Here, you grab this end and I'll grab the other," I said as I arrived at the top. We hung the Christmas lights across with ease. "See Souta, that's what I call teamwork."
"Sounds like a bad cliché to me." I glared at him. I bet he doesn't even know what that sentence means.
"Hurry up and get down, you two," my mom said, "we have to decorate the rest of the house."
And so we did. The theme was snowman, so every corner I turned in my house was a cute, white figurine to bring one into the holiday spirit. Music sounded throughout the house and the fire running warmed us all up. Snow began to fall and...
Crap.
I told you it was going to snow soon. Ha, Sango is going to thrilled.
Sango and I were walking down the halls of the school at lunch the next day when I had yet another encounter with Hojo. Except with a twist.
"Hi Kagome! Beautiful day, isn't it? I just love it when it snows!" he smiled largely. His nose is big, his eyes are slightly too far apart, and his teeth are crooked. And for some reason, all the girls like him. Well, I really shouldn't be surprised. For goodness sakes, they like Miroku...I take that back. Miroku is actually very handsome, or "hot" as other would call him. His black hair and stunning smile charms all the girls. Plus he has his ways with words. Mr. Smooth-Talker.
"Oh yeah, yay snow!" I faked a laugh. He beamed, meaning I pulled it off. Just great.
"I have another present for you!" He reached into his backpack as I prayed it wasn't another plastic rose. Wouldn't that just be splendid? Instead, he took out a cute brown teddy bear dressed in an elf outfit. I grabbed the beat out of his hands and squealed. It's so cute!
"Wow, it's so soft!" I said as I ran my fingers through its soft fur. Hojo gains a point! Out of...err...way too many. Too bad Sango ran off. She would have had a kick out of this.
"I knew you would like it!" I'm about to thank him and go on my way when I feel the teddy bear yanked out of my hands. "Hey what gives!" I turn around and see Inuyasha holding the bear by the ear and smirking. My heart pumps faster at how near he was to me. And he was so tall and hot and...
"This is pathetic," Inuyasha threw it in a trash can ten feet away without even looking. I stared at the trash can in shock. He just threw it in the trash can without even a second thought. What a jerk! I turned to Hojo and mouthed sorry, but he was looking down in shame.
"Inuyasha! What gives?" I yell. He shrugged.
"I bet that tacky thing was only a dollar."
Hojo, still looking down, said, "Actually, it was twenty."
"Twenty dollars? Hojo, it really wasn't necessary to buy me a twenty dollar bear. Really, chocolate would have been, or nothing at all as a matter of fact." I blabbered. I'm encouraging him, the exact direction I'm trying to avoid. I turned back to Inuyasha and pointed to the trash can. "Go get it."
He dropped his smirk and stared at me like I just came back from a psycho ward. "I'm not going to go digging through a trash can for that thing. You should be thanking me if anything."
I glared at him. "I should shove you down that trash can myself if anything."
His famous smirk was back up. "Go ahead, try." We stared each other down, daring the other to do something. But behind my angry thoughts were 'What's he thinking?' and 'Why is he looking at me so deeply with those honey orbs?'
"Thought so," he said after a few moments. He was about to walk away, but I grabbed my arm and attempted to drag him. I failed so miserably that people were laughing as they passed by. I tugged harder on his arm with both my hands, but he just wouldn't budge.
"Why won't you move, damn it!"
With his other hand he held onto both my wrists and pulled them off. He lifted my hand in the air and started rubbing his thumbs in circle on my palm. I blushed furiously. "Well, you're not that strong for starters." He dropped my hand and looked at me. "But you're hands are soft, so thanks for that."
And he walked off. I could have fainted.
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A/N: I decided to write a Christmas story. It won't be too long since Christmas is only two and a half weeks away, yikes! I know Inuyasha is different in this story, but it'll be fun. Read and review please!
