A/N: Okay, back with another fanfic, hopefully this one will be somewhat of a success and pray that the summary sucked you in to give this story a chance lol. After much debate I was thinking of having this set from first POV, Rin's of course. Okay so I wanted to write a typical, but not cliché teen story about Rin and Sesshomaru.

Disclaimer: Oh yeah I don't own Inuyasha, blah blah blah. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Unacceptable News

I watched idly by as my friends bickered back and forth, back and forth. This argument seemed to be going nowhere. We were sitting in the school cafeteria, Sango and Shippo debating about where to spend the summer break. I was really delighted that it was finally summer vacation; two months away from school, hanging by the beach, and eating ice cream at the pier is just want I wanted. No more having to deal with nagging teachers, and staying up all night just to finish homework or major projects. I planned on making this the best summer. But sadly my friends still have not come to a compromise.

"What do you think, Rin?"

I was snapped from my stupor, not really paying attention to their bickering. "What did you guys say?"

Both groaned, then Shippo said, "I was trying to convince Sango that we should do a road trip this year." He smiled.

Shippo was an adorable red headed fox demon. He was fifteen, making him a year younger than me. He always wore the brightest smile and politeness seemed to come naturally to him. Also, he has a crush on me; but I only see him as a brother.

"I don't know..." I finally said. "You know how my mom is. Let her only sixteen-year old daughter venture off on a road trip." I said that last part jokingly.

"My cousin will be with us," Shippo reassured. "She's eighteen."

"Or we could go with my idea," Sango interjected, glaring at Shippo and then looking my way. "Head off to Vegas!"

I wasn't sure if she was joking or not.

"That's still a road trip," Shippo pointed out.

"Is not," said Sango.

"Is too!"

And on it went until they both asked, "What do you think, Rin?"

Once again I was lost in thought and snapped back to attention and said, "Uhh..."

But before I could get a word in edge-wise, up walks the most beloved girl (but hated by me and my friends) in the whole school. Almost every girl feared her and every guy wanted her. She's head of the soccer team (at least she's not a cheerleader) and her name's Yumi. She's really snobby and the biggest bitch there is.

"Hello...wannabes," she greeted.

"What the hell do you want?" Sango asked, frowning.

Yumi turned up her nose and said, "For your information I came to congratulate Rin...on her poor game at practice." She sneered at me.

I blushed. So I tripped and fell during our last points and lost the game. I couldn't be the only one at fault.

She got real close to my face all of a sudden. "Coach made us run ten laps. Nice job, loser."

Duh. I know, because I just so happened to be one of those people that ran ten laps. I saw Sango rise from her seat, fists clenched but Shippo held her back.

Yumi looked at her in disgust. "Oh please."

I was glad to see her leave. Yumi was an extreme pain in the ass.

"Don't worry about her, Rin," said Sango.

"Believe me, I'm not."

I'll admit that my friends and I aren't the coolest people in school since we're into manga and tons of J-pop music. We even did trading card games. I think we rank lower than the geeks. As if I wasn't a freak enough.

Sango said, "You should knock her down a peg or two."

I shook my head. Whatever.

"So back to our plans," Shippo finally said once he felt that the hostility had calmed down. "I'm still up for that road trip."

I contemplated the idea. That did sound fun, but my mother was too over-protective for me to ever do something like that.

"Maybe we should think of something else," I suggested.

"Well it has to be something new and exciting," Sango put in.

I simply rolled my eyes. Geez, even though today was the last day of school, that didn't mean we had to plan right away. And besides, I still didn't know what I was doing yet.

"So back to―" Shippo continued.

But suddenly the bell rang, which meant that lunchtime was over. My friends and I slowly dispersed from our table, dumping our trays of food into the trash. There go our plans.

XX

I was so relieved for school to finally end and when it did, I said my farewells to my friends, heading home. I lived alone with my mom. She and my dad divorced when I was about eight or nine. My dad is Italian who was born in the U.S. and met my mom when he was stationed in Tokyo during his military years. I've heard stories from my dad that my mother was more involved with her career than their marriage which caused their relationship to end. I make occasional visits to see him and his new wife in America though. Once I reached home, I opened the front door and was greeted with the aroma of strong flowers and scented candles. Odd music was playing from the stereo.

I groaned. Great, my mother was on another one of her zen power trips. Ever since she visited China a few years back, she got into Chi and herbal tea. Sadly I got sucked in right along with her. I'm glad that she was only like this once out of the month; her hectic schedule wouldn't allow more.

"Mom, I'm home," I announced.

She emerged from the back: sporting a lavender colored top, a long pink skirt and several accessories.

"Ahh, Rin, you're home." She embraced me tightly.

"Uh...yeah I just said that."

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"No not really," I answered.

"Well I'll get dinner started anyway."

As always my mother never listened. My mother is a die-hard health nut; always working out the chance she got, and picking out most of our groceries from the organic section. I had gone upstairs to my room to put away my stuff. I took some leisure time for myself and called Sango, and by the time I got off the phone, it was now dark and dinner was ready. I went downstairs and saw that my mom was just finished with setting the table.

We took our seats and started to serve ourselves. I scooped some leafy salad onto my plate and added a chunk of grilled chicken to my meal.

"Rin, we need to talk," my mother said from out of nowhere.

"About what?" I asked.

She set her fork down and it appeared that she was nervous. "Well...I'm not sure how to tell you..."

"Well I won't know how I'll feel until you tell me," I said.

My mother frowns at me. "Rin..."

I only glare back.

"Anyway as I was saying," she continued. "Well...I got a job transfer."

"What?" I nearly spit out a morsel of chicken.

"Rin, calm down." My mother was trying to keep both of our nerves together.

"No, Mom!"

I hated this. Another job transfer? And right at the beginning of summer no less. My mom is a Pediatrician; and sometimes her job requires her to relocate, because maybe a hospital miles away is short on doctors, or it could come from the goodness of her heart that she wants to aid sick children in other countries. The last time she transferred, we ended up in South America that suffered a terrible earthquake and lots of needy children. I was stuck there for three months until the earthquake disaster was over and she found some other reason to stay. I can't even explain the unbearable heat and giant insects. With her love of children it makes me wonder why I stayed an only child.

"It's only for the summer," my mother went on. "You'll love South Korea."

I frowned as hard as I could. "Mom, I don't want to move to South Korea. I want to stay in Japan and enjoy my summer vacation. Mine. Gosh, you always do this!"

I stood from the table, leaving the dining room. My mom was quickly on my heels.

"Rin, please."

"No," I told her.

I stomped upstairs to my room, my heartbeat thundering into my ears and my blood boiling. If she thinks that I'm going to waste two months of my life in some god-forsaken country just so she can conduct business and I can suffer, my mother had another thing coming. I wasn't backing down.

I finally reached my room and tossed myself onto the bed, burying my face into the pillow. I heard my mother walk in and sit down beside me, placing a hand on my back.

"I know it's short notice, Rin..."

I snorted. "Tell me about it."

I heard her sigh. "But I have to take this, honey. Just for a little while."

I lifted my head from my pillow. "You say a little while; and I say a lifetime. I just don't want to move again. I'm sick of all the uprooting."

"But you always took advantage of it," said my mother. "You've learned to speak two differently languages because of it. And you've been exposed to so many unique cultures."

"Well I don't need to be exposed to anything else," I countered verbally.

She patted my back and said, "I'll give you some time."

I didn't say anything and was just glad to see her leave. I buried my face deeper into my pillow. However this would play out; good or bad, I was not leaving Japan.