A/N I plan to redue this story, as I read the prolog now it seems ridiculous and I've been working hard to become a better writer since the last year I wrote this. So please don't be mad. This version will be more dark and I'm changing the rating to R to be on the safe side. There will be lime in it. So if you are not a person to read that kind of stuff then please skip over my story or read it for the hell of it. So thank you for being patient and without a due a new and improved prolog!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.

Violet Eyes

Proglog

He was a dark figure, giving waves of emptiness and hollow feelings to fill your stomach. Mysterious in everyway always being avoided because of the way he simply acted. His dark demeanor sending chills of fright through your very bones. At times you had to wander what happened to make him so terrifyingly cold. You could stare at his appearence and think he was normal, but if you talked to him, if you actually heard his low-cold voice come from his mouth you'd freeze with apprehension. The mere thought of him being normal was like saying the world wasn't corrupted and twisted into an evil sickness. You could ask about him and try to get answers but you'd only fail, you see this man was so secrective so shut out from the world that finding information on him was scarce. The only information you could obtain that was the most obvious thing about him was his lifeless, empty, dark, chilling violet eyes. They say your eyes are the window to your soul, but this man didn't have a soul. So how do you look into someone's eyes and simply see nothing? You don't, what you see in his eyes would make you crumble and drive you to the brink of insanity. You couldn't possibly understand the trepedition this man aroused in you.

No man nor woman would ever dare to approach the young man that roamed the halls of Sparrow High. It was a rumor that everytime he walked around the corner the mass of people sepereated constantly whispering. But he acted as if he heard nothing, and saw nothing. To him they were simply that, nothing. Now, who you ask in their right mind would want to meddle into something they shouldn't? Who would risk her neck into finding out the unknown? A very navie but strong girl. So in walks a girl with long dark hair held high above her head. Her head lifted with confidence and pride. Everything in her actions portrayed the view of a girl who feared no one, and was out to find the truth with anticipation and a notebook with a pencil. The young woman walked into the main office smiling softly as the principle greeted her with a smile.

"Hello, you must be Ms.Taijiya, Sango, we are very happy you picked our school. Please come get your schedual," Sango smiled softly as she was handed her schedual. She wouldn't admit it, but she was shaking with anticipation, ready to make herself known at her new school. She had recently moved when finding out her mother had got promoted to Kyoto. Sango herself had been thrilled and congratulated her mother. Walking down the hall she peered down at her schedual, she looked around the hall looking for room 233. 'Ok, room 231, 232, aha 233!' patting her back in her mind she smiled as she knocked on the door. As Sango entered the room went quiet to inspect the student that had arrived. Sango felt heat rising to her cheeks as she bowed her head allowing her dark bangs to cover her eyes. Handing her schedual to her new teacher he smiled at her and told her to take a seat next to Higurashi who in turn raised her hand for Sango to find her. Sango hurridly made it to her seat and pulled out most of her materials.

The Higurashi girl leaned over and softly tapped Sango's desk. Sango turned her head to be greeted with a very beautiful girl with dark silk hair and brilliant blue eyes. Smiling the girl spoke, "Hi my names Kagome, nice to meet you!" Sango's lips quirked up into a smile as she took Kagome's hand with welcome and shook it softly. "Nice to meet you too, my names Sango," giggling with laughter she turned leaned back over to her desk to pretend to hear the lecture the teacher was giving. Sango intently listened as she wrote down notes vigirously trying to keep up with what he was saying. Not long after she had arrived the bell rang dismissing them from their first period class. Kagome stood and faced Sango, "Hey do you want me to help you find your next class?" Sango nodded her head as Kagome motioned for her to follow. "OK let me see your schedual," still walking Sango began to dig through her bag never noticing Kagome come to an abrute halt. Omph! "Kagome why'd you stop," Sango asked curiously as she never gained a reply from Kagome.

"Kagome?" Looking up to see what had the young girl so entranced she saw what would be the first time to make her heart stop and everything feel like cold rain running down her spine. It seemed everyone had stopped as a young man dressed in dark pants and a dark t-shirt stopped at his locker. Sango, from what she could tell could see he was well fit and very handsome. His dark hair tied at the nap of his neck. He looked sinnfully sweet which was not good at all in Sango's book. But all the while she couldn't help but feel as strange attraction to the young man who caused every nerve in her body to stand on end. The young man grabbed his books from his locker totally ignoring the way people stared he turned to walk down the hall once more. The hall was deafeningly quiet and emptiness lingered in the air every step he took.

Sango gulped, she felt hollow for some reason. As she continued to stare her heart stopped in her chest as his gaze landed upon her. Forest green clashed with violet hues. For a minute Sango thought everything would go black that cold feeling in her stomach would consume her and she would blissfully fall into darkness. But no such luck instead he turned his deadly eyes from her and continued walking. The hall lay very silent for a minute as people began to talk once more, Sango felt Kagome relax as she turned to Sango with a forced smile. "Um... Let's go find your class hm?" Sango nodded still shocked by the emotions running through her body.

As they were still walking Sango could hold not hold in her curiosity no longer. "Kagome, who was that guy?" Kagome tensed for a minute and stopped to turn around. Her eyes flared with panick and something hidden. "He's bad news Sango, he's always been bad news. Everytime he enters a hall or classroom everyone just stops. There's something about him ya know that makes everything feel so dark and clamy, asif there is no light whatsoever that surround him. He's a dark person Sango. I advise you to stay as far from him as humanly possible," Sango nodded making a mental note not to speak any futher of him. As she reached her next class she told Kagome goodbye and walked in only to find herself stopping abrutly in her spot. Swallowing hard there in the room everyone had their eyes on "him" the strange feeling of attraction hit her once more as she closed her eyes and opened them to find the only avaliable seat, which unfortunetly was right next to "him". Sango quietly took her seat and tried not to turn her head to the side and take in a more personal inspection of him. Her whole body tensed with fear and nevrousness.

Attendence roll was beginning to be called as Sango felt a strong jolt of shock as she heard the low voice that could of been mistaken for a deceptivly sweet demon. "Kanzaki, Miroku?" Miroku rolled his eyes once more as he replied a bit louder. "Here," the teacher nodded and returned to calling out the rest of the list. Miroku's eyes however wandered to the strange new girl sitting next to him. When he had been walking down the halls her green eyes had caught his attention. They were the most firey eyes he had ever seen. He could tell she was tense by the way her muscles looked taunt and tightened. He smirked knowing full well he was the cause of her nervousness. He found himself delighting in the way her hands clinched and unclinched in an attempt to calm herself, her breathing coming out in patterns. Deciding to do a little experiement he knocked his pencil to the floor, Sango could hear every move he made and could hear the sound of a pencil dropping to the ground like glass shattering upon it. Slowly and hesitantly she reached for the pencil to find fingertip softly to brush her in an attempt to reach his pencil. Sango jerked back a blush tainting her sunkissed cheeks every nerve in her body was set ablaze. She couldn't see the letal smirk under the dark bangs of Miroku.

Picking up his pencil he laughed inside his head. She was going to be fun, very fun.

Ok hoped you liked it. I think I'm changing the idea around so hope you enjoy.