Hi peoples! I'm so psyched cuz this is my first story, so please please please read and enjoy!XDD I don't own anything except the 3-yr-old but still delicious girl scout cookies under my bed, sooo… yeah. Onward, cow!;D (Kaede says this in Inuyasha, I'm not just being a freak).
Chapter 1: Welcome to Takahashi High
"Kagome! Time to get up!"
"Mrrrghhh…" A pale hand snaked out from beneath a mass of flower printed blankets, groping blindly across a bedside table until it met what it was looking for. A pair of sleepy sapphire eyes met the blinking green neon of a digital clock.
"MOOOOOOOOM!!!! WHAT THE F-HECK??!!! IT'S FIVE IN THE FREAKING MORNING!!!!!!! AAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Jeez, honey, excuse me…" I heard my mom slamming down a pot with unnecessary vigor and muttering about spoiled brats and missing coffee beans. I sighed dramatically and rolled out of my bed onto the stone-cold, stone-hard floor. Is this what you call getting up on the wrong side of the bed, I wondered? Not a good omen.
Today was going to be my first day of school. I had been to many, many schools in many, many places ever since my dad died, but I would never be able to get over the first-day nerves. Maybe it had something to do with how in every school I went to I was always the outcast, the awkward girl on the side who either made a fool of herself or kept her mouth tightly closed so nothing embarrassing could slip out. Either way, I hated school, and I was sure this one wouldn't be any different. I sighed again and tried to fluff up my thin, ragged black hair. Should I wear it in a hiding bun or a low, inconspicuous ponytail? God, I hate my life…
-3 hours later-
"Have a nice day, sweetheart!"
"YATHINK?!!"
My mom drove off rather hurriedly. I looked up, evil grin plastered across my face, and into the eyes of about 15 freaked out girls.
"Um…hi…?"
Today was going to be a WONDERFUL day. I could already tell.
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"Hey dude! Watsup, Hojo? Really? Oh hey! Out of my way, Naraku. Dude, you are TOTALLY going down… oh, hi Kenshin… yeah, can you like, MOVE??? NOW???? Oh, no thanks, no I don't like chocolates, Saya… Did you know they ROT YOUR TEETH??!! Yeah, now get out of my FREAKIN WAY!!!"
My name is Inuyasha. And this is what I have to do to get to my freakin' LOCKER. Being the most popular guy in the school has its drawbacks. There's the fangirls, (ew) that creep Jakotsu (double ew)(and his freaky "Gang of Seven"- those guys have some CRAZY tattoos), that total JERK Naraku, the guy obsessed with playing mind games and gloating evilly over shiny marbles, and whom I would SERIOUSLY kill if…uh, there weren't so many girls around… yeah… Where was I ? Oh yeah… there's my three best friends, Miroku, Kenshin and Koga, whose greatest goals in life are to make mine HELL. Miroku is a total playboy with, like 17 girlfriends now…? I kinda lost track… And Koga is just plain annoying, always getting in my way… And Kenshin….he's awesome except he looks like a GIRL….Plus he's just TOO nice… But, anyhow, about me. On the outside I seem like a normal 15 year-old, popular, cute,(no, I'm not afraid to admit it) and pretty much just a cool guy. (Cheeayah!) But the truth is, I really don't belong here. But you'll find out about that later.
Today was just a normal day. Me and Miroku and Kenshin and Koga had martial arts w/ Master Kakashi first period. (That guy is so frustrating! And mysterious! God, I hate that mask!) As usual, me and Koga beat up Miroku within 1 minutes of the beginning of the sparring session while Kenshin just stood there being like, 'Nooo! I can't hurt him! I'd feel bad! Besides, then my girlfriend would beat ME up!' and Miroku was just pretending to be way more hurt than he was so the girls would come over and croon allover him and he could add a # 18 to the list. But the girls just thought I was awesome, except some of the dumber ones who hadn't yet learned to stay away from the hands that grope yet. So as usual he started whining about having to go to the nurse because I seriously broke his arm and Master Kakashi just appeared behind him and whacked him over the head with a random stick (where does he get these things? We're in the gym!) reading his porn book the whole time. (that guy was totally a ninja in another life). Let me tell you about the other kids in my class. (It's all guys, by the way, to protect us from the GIRL FURY. Actually, all the guys in the whole grade- Takahashi High is actually a pretty small, prestigious school, believe it or not). There's me, obviously. I have long, silky, beautiful night black hair and deep purple eyes. Miroku has short, really dark brown hair in a retarded little rat's tail on the back of his head and blue eyes. Kenshin has long, insanely red hair he keeps in a ponytail all the time, a cross-shaped scar on his cheek from where his crazy old girlfriend cut him before she died (long story) and these huge purple eyes like me. Kouga has long black hair he wears in a really high ponytail and these kinda creepy blue-green eyes. Naraku (oh GOD I hate him!) has reeeeeeeeally long wavy black hair and really sinister red eyes. (They seriously give me the heebijeebies!) Master Kakashi has gravity- defying gray hair, and wears this creepy black mask and headband that covers everything but one eye. I think the best way to describe him would be as a cool and supa-powaful but totally lackadaisical pervert. Then there's a bunch of other kids who I'm kinda friends with- that annoying brat Naruto, that creeper Sasuke, et cetera ad infinitum. There's really no point in describing them all to you because this story isn't about them. It's about ME.
Anyhow, after martial arts we had History. Always a boring class, with Master Hajime. Except Master Hajime is terrifying. But somehow he still manages to be boring. And if you don't pay attention he beats you with a random stick, just like Master Kakashi. (It's a conspiracy to murder students! It really, really hurts!) But it's usually Naruto getting beaten while we all sleep … he has some personal vendetta against the color orange, I think.
It was on the way back from History to our lockers that we saw the crowd. And from inside it came those unmistakable sounds- a slap, a squeal, the stomp of a high heeled boot as the two adversaries would circle around like two cobras within the ring of curious spectators. A GIRL FIGHT.
"I, uh, need to get a drink…" I told my excited (except for Kenshin) friends, and walked as quickly as I could away from the crowd. I had seen more than enough girl fights in my life. Oh, God, I had. Suddenly a girl pushed through the crowd and ran right into me. Great, one of the fighters. Just what I had been looking for. I scowled and looked down at the slender black- haired girl sprawled on the ground
And I think I felt my heart stop. But I had left that all behind me! She was supposed to be dead!
"K-Kikyo…?"
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For a second I thought I was dreaming because there was no way, in the world of reality, that a guy could be that gorgeous, that devastatingly perfect. He would have to be a god. Immediately I forgot all about my terrible morning and just became lost in his eyes.
They were a deep amethyst, the color of mist over mountains in the sunset, of wildflowers in a sun-drenched field, of the strange jewel he had hung around his neck… I blinked. It wasn't really a jewel, just the shard of one. He had long, shining black hair, falling like a gentle waterfall of night over his glowing, flawless, perfectly tanned face. He had a cute nose, high cheek-bones, slightly parted lips… He was wearing ripped jeans and blood-red sweatshirt out of which the jewel shard had fallen. The world vanished and suddenly nothing existed except for him and me. Just like that, I fell in love. For about 15 seconds I was too busy oggling him to notice the expression on his face. He looked shocked, afraid, like his whole world had just fallen apart before him.
"K-Kikyo…?" He whispered brokenly. It took me a while, screaming in my head about how even his voice was unbelievably sexy, to comprehend what he had just said, and by then he had started to back away unsteadily, his eyes wild.
"Wh-what? My name isn't… isn't Kikyo. It's…. Kagome…Um… Are you okay?" I was getting a little worried by now. What was he talking about? And why was he backing away from me like I was the plague. I'm not that ugly, am I? It was starting to make me… mad. He raised a shaking finger and practically yelled, his voice hoarse,
"Don't you lie to me Kikyo! Stop acting so innocent! You ruined my life! I thought I'd finally gotten away, was finally able to make a new life for myself here! I was almost… almost… happy… You're supposed to be dead! Why won't you leave me alone!"
And with that he ran blindly down the hallway, arms tight around his chest as if his heart was trying to escape.
For a while I think I just sat there, staring in shock. What a weird experience. Then the harsh ringing of the late bell jolted me back to reality. I grabbed my books and ran.
The day had been a trying one for me. When the teachers announced my name in class, I had tripped over someone's outstretched leg walking between the aisles of desks. I had fallen flat on my face and almost everyone, including the teacher, some witch with spiky black hair who said her name was Anko. Then no one wanted to sit next to me so I got put next to this fat kid with curlicues on his cheeks who ate potato chips underneath his desk and a bratty girl with long blond hair she kept flicking over her shoulder and a high pitched squeal of a laugh that sounded like a dying pig. I was pretty sure it was her who tripped me. The class was Science. I got all the questions wrong, and once again, almost everyone laughed in my face. I hated them all. Well, except for maybe a girl with long black hair in a high ponytail whose name was Kaoru, and a shy girl with pale violet eyes and short blue-black hair- Hinata. I couldn't find my locker and so I was late for my next class as well- martial arts. Of course I hadn't remembered that we needed a change of clothes for that so the teacher, an incredibly tall blond woman with eyes as green as sour apples yelled at me for about five minutes. And then of course there's the fact that I REALLY, REALLY suck at martial arts. Some girl with anger management problems beat me up faster than it takes to make instant ramen. And for me, a learned pro with years of experience, that's pretty fast. But ( and this is like the only good part of my day so far, except for seeing the hottest guy in the universe) this nice- looking girl with long dark brown hair in a high ponytail helped me up.
"My name's Sango," she said. "And it looks like you need some help."
So she helped me with my abysmal martial art skills. She was really good. And by the end of the lesson I was happy to say I had made my first friend.
We were walking down the hall, talking- me, happy and excited, her- kind and interested. That was when that BRAT with the pig squeal tripped me again. And once again, I fell flat on my face, spilling my books allover the floor. And it REALLY hurt. I got up slowly, my head throbbing strangely.
"Okay pig-girl," I said pleasantly ( my most dangerous tone of voice, if you know me) "That's it. You're going doooown."
She gave an obnoxious little giggle and, fast as lighting, kicked me in the stomach with a high heeled boot. I punched her in the face. The fight was on.
So basically, my day so far. I'm in trouble with the teachers, have a bloody lip and am covered in bruises, have about one friend, fell in love with a guy who thinks I'm someone called Kikyo who ruined his life, and am already failing. God, I wonder what the afternoon will bring. I really, really hate my life.
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My nightmare had come to life. It was as simple as that. I ran through empty halls, my frantic footfalls and desperately hammering heart the only sounds in the deathly stillness. Everything started to fade, colors fading and blurring. The endless rows of lockers turned into cold gray steel prisons. The fizzing electric lights stuttered, flickered, and went out one by one, leaving me in darkness. I pitched forward and fell the ground, tears springing to my eyes. I relished the pain. It almost distracted me from the tearing pain inside my chest. I curled up in a ball on the cold floor and felt around my neck and found the shard. The last piece left. My trembling fingers slipped, and I felt the tiny stab of pain and the following warm trickle of crimson. The edges were just too sharp, too jagged. I had given her my heart, held it bleeding out to her and she had taken it, and with that same sweet, innocent smile, had ripped it clean in two. And now she was back. There was nowhere to run, not without any light. I had come to a dead end. I'd crossed worlds and still she had found me. I would never be free. Oh, God, she was supposed to be dead!
Much, later, I finally felt my legs beneath me again. The empty corridor was lit by a gray light that seemed to come from nowhere. The silence pressed on my ears like cotton wool, stifling me when I wanted to run and scream. I forced my legs onward.
"I don't feel good, Mrs. Garcias."
"Good God, child, you look terrible! Go home and lie down, okay dearie? Don't come back until you feel better."
"Don't worry, I won't. Goodbye, Mrs. Garcias."
As I turned the corner and swung open the door, the receptionist called after me,
"Inuyasha? Did you know you're bleeding?"
I shut the door and walked out into the watery gray light of yet another ruined world.
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He was gone. Just gone! Well, I had known that it was a dream. He was just too good to be true. But still… I couldn't get him out of my head.
"Sango…?"
"Mhhhmmm…"
"Sango, are you listening to me??"
"Mayyyyyyyybe... Oh no, please don't shut it off, Kagome! That's the best part…!"
"Sango. Listen. Do. You. Know. A guy with. Long. Black. Hair. And purple eyes… who's incredibly cute… and has a purple necklace? And wears red?
"You mean Inuyasha?"
"Eeeeeeeeee!!! You know him??"
"Of course I do! He's only the most popular guy in the whole school!"
"Really…? ….Oh. Well, he's been absent for a while, y'know.
Hinata, sitting on the other side of the couch, nestled in blanket depicting fuzzy bunnies in purple pajamas piped in,
"Yeah, it's k-kinda weird… H-he's never been absent before, as far as I kn-know…"
I sighed. I had the weirdest feeling that he'd left because of me. But that was stupid! I'd only seen him about a minute before he had disappeared like a sakura petal in a cold wind…
I was in Sango's bedroom watching Pirates of the Carribean 3 with my friends Sango, Hinata, Kaoru, a girl with 2 black buns called Tenten, Eri, a nice girl with short black hair, Ayame, a spunky redhead, and Yuki, a quiet girl with huge eyes and short brown hair. It felt great having so many wonderful friends after my first terrible day. I was actually starting to like Takahashi High! But I still couldn't get the thought of that boy, Inuyasha, out of my head. Somehow he looked so familiar, and yet so out of place… It was if I had known him in another life, like he had come from a totally different world, a dangerous, beautiful, mysterious world that he had broken free from for some reason or other. Perhaps because of the girl called Kikyo. And now perhaps he had returned to that world, and I would never see him again. It was probably already too late. But… maybe…
The sound of clashing swords brought me back to reality.
"To be sure you have to be lost to find an island that cannot be found," howled Captain Barbosa. I turned away from the screen.
"I'm gonna go get a drink, okay?"
My friends were too deep in the world of pirates and death to hear me. I shrugged and shut the door.
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It had been 5 days and if I squinted I was positive I could see the dent I had worn in the floor with my pacing. I sighed and banged my head on the desk.
"OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! OH GODDAMMIT THAT HURT!!!!!"
Deciding I needed a better way to express my anger that wasn't potentially harmful to myself, I settled on giving a cheap scarlet lamp the evilest death glare I could muster. The stupid thing didn't even flinch. The tiny 1-bed apartment was silent, but I was used to that. I had left my family behind long ago, and silence didn't bother me anymore. At least, it hadn't used to.
My stomach growled obnoxiously.
"Shut up, you" I snarled. It snarled back, louder. I sighed.
"Okay, you win," I groaned, picking up the phone and pressing the speed dial for Ichiraku ramen.
"Wait- God, did I just have a conversation with my stomach?"
"Excuse me sir?"
I went red from my neck to my hair.
"May I have two servings of ramen?"
"For two?"
"No, for one."
Later in my room, sipping the ramen (or heaven on earth, as I call it) I pondered my next move. It was obvious Kikyo was somehow back and set on terrorizing me. Well, I wouldn't let her. But could I be strong enough? With a final slurp, I sucked up the last noodle with relish and, hands trembling, broke the fortune cookie in half.
"Do not let the past taint the present. Learn Chinese-strength=力量"
Immediately the shaking in my hands stopped. I could be strong. Like my father, dying so I might live. Like my mother, who suffered on and on for her undying love. Like my brother, surrounded by impenetrable armor, so would I be. I wasn't terribly surprised when the doorbell rang.
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I was so nervous. Even though I had rehearsed what I wanted to say hundreds of times in my head, I knew as surely as I knew that Fall follows Summer that I would screw things up and my beautiful angel would fly back to his secret world beyond the clouds. I wrung my hands, turning the tiny slip of paper that held my fate on it over and over again-
'Do not let your dreams fly away or your whole life you will regret letting so precious slip through your hands. Learn Chinese- dream=梦想'
I reached up and rang the doorbell.