A/N: Thoughts 'Writing' "Speaking"

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha

Inuyasha Tashio looked at the girl, with raven black hair and large, sapphire blue, eyes, in front of him. She just bumped into him, and didn't look at him in disgust. "Hey, I'm Kagome Higurashi, I'm new. What's your name?"

Inuyasha just ignored her and kept walking to his locker. He spun the dial, his golden brown eyes flicked from the dial to next to him. The girl, Kagome Higurashi, looked back at him. "What's your name?"

Another girl with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. "Hey, Kag."

"Hey, San."

"Whatcha doing?" Her eyes looked Inuyasha up and down. "Hey, you're that suicidal kid from tenth grade." She looked back to Kagome. "Why're talking with the suicidal kid?"

He slammed his locker and left.

Kagome Higurashi looked at her new best friend. "I don't know. He seemed lonely."

"Of course he did, he almost committed suicide a two years ago."

"Almost?"

"Yeah, a girl caught his hand as he jumped off the school."

"Who?"

"Kikyo Hitomi, she committed suicide last year."

"Oh, she was the one that shot someone, then shot herself."

"Yeah, she shot Inuyasha."

"Who?"

"The guy you were trying to talk to, Inuyasha Tashio."

"Oh."

"I heard he still has the scar." Sango tapped her left palm. "From who? Miroku?" The blue eyed girl asked accusingly. The brunette nodded. "They're in the same P.E class. The only time he can't wear his fingerless glove."

"After a year, a bullet scar on a hand is still going to be there. My mom told me." The bell rang. "Come on, we have math."

Inuyasha put his chin on his glove covered hand. He was bored out of his mind. Mathematics was the class he did the worst in, P.E being the one that he actually did kind of good in. He looked at the ticking clock, it was the last block of the day, but it was an hour long. There was 45 minutes left. "Tashio."

"Hai."

"Please get out of Lala-Land and do the equation on the board."

Everyone giggled or laughed at him He stood up, walked to the chalkboard, and was handed a piece of chalk. The equation was '2462=5x+6y'. After five tries, he wrote down 'x=490' and 'y=2'. "Correct, Tashio, thank you, sit down."

He did as he was told, people were still gossiping about him getting lost in thought five minutes earlier. The teacher slammed his textbook on his desk. "I know you think it's hilarious that Tashio was called on when he was daydreaming, but everyone needs to be quiet so I can finish the lesson, and everybody can go home to their mommies and daddies or guardians, on time."

After the school day had ended, Inuyasha walked to his apartment building in the rain. When he got to his door, number 202, he unlocked it. Inuyasha lived in the apartment alone. His mom had died when he was little, his dad had left before he was born, and his grandfather was too old to take care of a child, he left that house as soon as the turned sixteen. He slipped off his shoes and shut the door. Inuyasha dumped his uniform jacket on his bed and changed in a red tee shirt and a pair of dark grey sweatpants, leaving his school uniform on the floor. He flopped onto his bed. The teenager sat up and grabbed his bookbag from the floor next to his uniform. He dug through it and found what he was looking for, chapter 3 of Fullmetal Alchemist. Inuyasha flipped through it and found the spot he'd bookmarked earlier, continuing reading it. When he finished reading it, he slammed it shut, placing it on his bedside table. He instantly fell asleep. Memories of the last day with Kikyo plagued his mind, flashing. He shot up in a cold sweat, just when Kikyo had pulled the trigger on herself. "Shit." Inuyasha muttered to himself. He swung his legs off the bed. When they hit the floor, he stood up and went into the kitchen. The teenager grabbed some vegetables and started chopping them up. After eating a small dinner of fried rice, Inuyasha flopped face first back onto his bed. A small moan escaped his lips. Then he fell into a blissful unconsciousness. He woke to a loud clap of thunder, shooting up in a cold sweat. The teenager stood and went into the kitchen of his small apartment, finding it was 10:30 A.M. He sighed, finding no food in his kitchen. After getting dressed in a black tee shirt and jeans, he slipped on his pair of red sneakers and black rain jacket, grabbed his wallet, and set out to get some food. Once he got to the grocery store, he grabbed a basket and started looking for food he needed to buy. When he was in the cereal aisle, he bumped into a man. "Sorry." He muttered, as did the man. "Izayoi." Mumbled the man. "What?"

"Sorry, you look like an old girlfriend."

"Thanks." Inuyasha muttered, confused. The man started walking away. "My mom's name was Izayoi." He blurted out. "Oh, what's yours?" Asked the man, turning around.

"Inuyasha. Tashio."

"I'm Inutaisho Takahashi." The older man came up to Inuyasha and stuck out his hand. Inuyasha shook it. "Nice to meet you, Inuyasha. Would you like to go out for coffee, after you finish shopping?"

"Ah, um, sure."

"I'll meet you at Shikon Café?"

"Sure."

"Come there as soon as you finish."

"Okay."

Inuyasha sped-walked away, grabbed everything else he needed and went to a till. After purchasing everything, he walked to Shikon Café, finding the man. Inuyasha ordered his usual, a small cup of coffee with two sugars and a cream. He handed the cashier his money when Inutaisho slapped his hand away, ordered himself something and paid for both. Once they were seated with their drinks. "How old are you, Inuyasha?"

"Nineteen."

"Are you in university?"

"High school, I go to Meido High."

"How's your mother?"

"Dead, she died ten years ago."

"And your father?"

"Left my mom and I when I was five."

"How old was your mom when she had you?"

"Seventeen."

A smile covered the man's lips. "I think I've gotten enough information to conclude that you're my son."

Inuyasha had just taken a sip. He winced and swallowed, setting his cup down. "What?!"

"I knew an Izayoi Tashio, we had a son when she was seventeen, named Inuyasha, who I left when he was five."

Inuyasha stood, grabbed his groceries, and ran to his apartment. Inutaisho grabbed Inuyasha's drink and chased after him, following him up the stairs of the apartment building and watched as he struggled with the door. Once it was open, he ran to the kitchen dumped the groceries on the table before bolting to the bedroom. He collapsed on his knees, grabbing the family photograph off his bedside table. His father looked like a younger version of the man standing behind him. Inuyasha stood and sent a punch to the direction of the man's jaw. He caught it. So the teenager sent his other fist to the man's chest, he also caught that. So he kneed the man in the stomach, yanking his fists out of the man's grasp. Inutaisho sat on the floor clutching his stomach. "I guess I deserved that."

Inuyasha took some shaky breaths, muttering something along the lines of 'motherfucking sonofabitch'. "I did fuck your mother." Came the smartass comment from Inuyasha's father. He successfully punched Inutaisho in the nose. Inuyasha sat on the floor next to Inutaisho, wrapping his arms around his legs. "I deserved that one."

Inuyasha stood and grabbed a closed envelope off the top of his dresser and handed it to the man on the floor, before resuming his sulking on the floor. "It's from mum." Came the muffled sentence from Inuyasha. Inutaisho opened it and folded out the letter. In his late-fiancee's writing was 'October, 17, 2004. Dear Inutaisho, if you're reading this, I have left this world. Inuyasha is just as, or even more, stubborn as you at the time I'm writing this, he'll probably be more stubborn the next time you see him. If he needs any help, he'll be too embarrassed to ask. Please help him as much as you can. I love you. Love, Izayoi.' "Thank you, Inuyasha."

Inuyasha didn't reply. Inutaisho picked up his head by his bangs. Tears were streaming down Inuyasha's face. He once again punched the older man in the nose. The pair moved from the room to the small living room. Inuyasha grabbed a hand towel and gave it to his father, that had a bleeding nose. He graciously took it and placed it on his nose. Inuyasha sat down on the sofa next to Inutaisho. His eyes were a bit red from crying. "So, you're a senior in high school?"

"Yep."

"How does a senior in high school get an apartment?"

"After mom died, I went to live with my grandparents, they were too sick to take care of me, so I got a job and saved enough money to buy an apartment."

"Oh."

"Why are you here?"

"I followed you."

"I mean why are you in Tokyo?"

"I don't know."

"Of course you don't. Why'd you leave?" Inutaisho sighed. "If I stayed with you and your mother, my father would've disowned me."

"Right, 'cause everything is about you."

"I beg you're pardon."

"You said you left because if you stayed you would get disowned." The man that sat next to the teenager sighed. "If I had stayed with you, my father would've disowned me, if he had done that, I wouldn't have been able to support you two because I would've lost all my privileges with my father's will."

Inuyasha sighed. "Can I stay the night?" His father asked. "Yeah, sure."

"I'm sleeping on the couch, aren't I?"

"Yep."

After a small dinner of take-out sushi, Inuyasha made the sofa comfortable to sleep on. Once Inutaisho was asleep, Inuyasha laid on his own bed. Sleep avoided him. Finally at three o'clock in the morning, sleep came to his long waiting conscious.