Chapter 1:

The Rain was more than likely flooding New York that evening. I was coming home late from work again. Whoever said balancing high school and a job is easy was crazy. I worked at the Gucci Store at Trump Tower in Manhattan and I loved being at work late, getting ideas for new sketches. Fashion had become my sole interest since entering high school and right now, this was as close to that world as I could possibly get.

I took out my umbrella, waved to the door man and began speed walking down 5th Avenue. It was around 9 so the streets weren't too crowded. The day had been completely over whelming for me. I had piles of homework on top of my work assignments. And to top it all off, I found out that interns were coordinating their first fashion show in 7 days. 7 DAYS! 'Kill me now.' I had thought. God had an interesting sense of humor. I had to have all of my sketches turned in by tomorrow to ensure that all the clothing was going to be made on time and if I didn't have all my assignments turned in by the end of this week, I probably wasn't going to pass my junior year. Attempting to juggle all of this along with a social life? Ha, I suppose it would be nice if it could be successfully done at the age of 17.

"Excuse Me;" I said. I ran through a couple who were holding hands. "Oh no, I'm late!" I'd just made it to the sub way and watched as my train pulled up to its station. 'Yes! I think I'll make it!' I thought. Making my way through the sea of people I was about 8 feet from the door and then *WHAM !.

I sat there on my knees, with the contents of my portfolio floating everywhere and with the bell from the train signaling its departure. "Ugh why me?!" I whined, looking up at the heavens. All of the sudden reality came crashing down. I whipped my head around to see who I had bumped into and if they were okay. But when our eyes came in contact, I felt every ounce of breathe leave my body.

He stared at me. His golden orbs had a sad gleam in their eyes that quickly turned into irritation. "What the hell? Watch where you're going damnit." He snarled as he continued to stare daggers at me. I blinked, unsure of what to do. "Hello? You owe me an apology dontcha think?" his arms were folded now, his lips forming rather sexy smirk.

"I….I….I'm so…sorry." I stammered. Why couldn't I speak? What the hell was going on? I finally took a deep breath and stood to regain my composure. "I'm so sorry. I was in such a hurry. I should've watched where I was going."

"Uh….it's okay I guess." He sighed. "Here, let me help you." He bent over and started helping me recover my portfolio.

"Thanks. I'm Kagome." I held out my hand for a polite and proper introduction. As he took my hand, time seemed to stop. He kept his gaze firmly on mine while he helped me up.

"InuYasha." He said quietly. We stayed like that for a moment. Our hands still clasped together and eyes still staring at each other. It seemed like we were the only two people in the entire metro station. At that point, I don't even think I was breathing anymore.

Bing =Bing Now Boarding Train C to Brooklyn (A/N: I'm sorry if that's not realistic at all. I've only been on the sub ways like 3 times! It probably sounds more foreign than American)

The next thing I knew, I found myself staring through the windows of the train, my mind replayed the previous happenings over and over. I had thanked him hurriedly. Gathered my things and ran to catch the train. I hadn't even given him the chance to speak. Oh what I would have done to hear what his voice sounded like. His features were astounding as it was. His big, beautiful golden eyes along with impossibly long eyelashes; his long silver hair that fell down to the middle of his back; this was an ordinary man? My attention was suddenly completely thrown to the top of his head. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. 'Are those Dog ears?' I had thought. I felt a blush creep onto my face and I quickly looked to the floor. 'He's beautiful,' I was completely blown away. His presence, while so incredibly domineering had a hint of tenderness.

"Well, I'll probably never see him again." I sighed. I hopped out of my taxi and to the elevator to my penthouse. I had recently moved to the Clock Tower penthouse in Brooklyn. I had lived in Jacksonville, Florida with my family my whole life until I got accepted to Saint Gregory's, one of the top private co-ed (and by co-ed I mean not just male and female, but human and demon as well) high schools in the nation. So my father, being the successful entrepreneur that he was, gave me the keys to the penthouse in New York and I was off. I didn't know a lot about demons. They weren't around very much anymore and the ones that were usually belonged to the most wealthy and prestigious families in the world. The first few months were rather bizarre as I came across many different races of demons and, having never seen anything like them, was intrigued by every single one. I'd actually liked living alone and making my own decisions....even though the majority of my bills were already paid for. Dumping my 3 bags in my entry way, I kicked off my shoes and ran to my bedroom. Changing into a tank top and my underwear, I glanced out of the huge window overlooking the town and then made my way to my bed side. "Thank God." I breathed out as my face hit my pillow. In less than 5 minutes I was completely out, dreaming of my silver-haired encounter.