Summary: Kagome Higurashi was sent to live with her estranged mother and family after her drunken father's death. Since she happened to be the child made from adultery, her mother didn't accept her like she did Kikyo. At her new high school, Shikon High, she meets Sango, Miroku, Kouga and her half-sister's boyfriend Inuyasha. What role will they play in Kagome's life? How are they all connected and what happens at night? Does Kagome even know what she's gotten herself into? Inu-Kag; San-Mir; Sess-Rin; Kou-Aya; Kik-Nara.

Disclaimer: I do NOT in any way own Inuyasha or any of its original characters. I wish I did though ._.

Prologue:

The Beginning

Inuyasha Takahashi, the playboy of Shikon High. I wish I had never met him, I truly do.

The very first time I laid eyes on him, he had sauntered into first period like he owned it. He also had the nerve to sit next to me. Kagome Higurashi. I was the 'new girl from Kyoto, the infamous sister of Kikyo Miko.' The carbon copy of her. She was the older, prettier, more popular child, the one who passed all her classes with straight A's. Me, I'm the 'mistake.' The bastard child that resulted from our mother's affair.

So why did this jock pretend to show interest in me? Why did he flash his perfect smile and mirthful eyes in my direction? He was, after all, Kikyo's boyfriend. Yeah, I know, if he's her boyfriend why is he even in the same room as me. I'm nothing … or so I'm told. She has everything, Kikyo does. She has our mother that's too ashamed to be a part of my life, friends that would die for her, and a gorgeous boyfriend that's totally in love with her. What do I have? My obese cat Buyo and a drunk for a dad.

Enough about me. This is about him. About how he ruined my life. Inuyasha. I absolutely loathe him. His charming smiles, perfect teeth, mysterious eyes, rough voice … tanned skin … midnight hair ...

Glancing to my left, there he was. He always chose to sit by me for some reason but I didn't want him here. I concentrated back on my sketchpad. I have no time for him. Nope, he doesn't deserve my time of day. Or maybe it's me that doesn't deserve his. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that when a note landed on my desk I nearly screamed. My eyes went to him as I opened it. Of course I knew it was from him, who else writes me notes? His head was turned from me and his fingers lazily drummed on his lap.

'Are you sure,' the note read. My eyes clouded with unshed tears as my mood drastically went from thoughtful to pissed. I was definitely sure I hated him more. I quickly scribbled back and threw the offending paper at his head. Yeah I was sure! I'm sure I hate him! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him … I hate that I love him. And yeah … I love him. My stupid tears chose to betray me and fell on my desk. I had his attention now. I watched out the corner of my eye as his nose twitched when he scented the salty liquid. Only I knew he could smell them. His head lowered when he read my one word answer.

'Yeah.' I hate him. I love him. I hate that he tricked me, used me as a substitute for Kikyo. I hate that he's in my life now and I couldn't live without seeing his face. I hate the lies; the fake emotions that he chose to show me. I hate … I hate that I'm pregnant … and that it's his child.

Chapter 1- The Beginning

Kagome sighed as she reminisced her times in Kyoto. She lived here for the past five years after she left Tokyo. Now she was going back. The raven haired girl muffled her face as more tears of sorrow slid down her rosy cheeks. The room she was in was bare; all her belongings had been packed in the few boxes by the door. Her best friends had already been by to say their 'See ya laters!' No one uttered the word 'Goodbye.' It was just too hurtful after all they've been through together. Yuka, Eri and Ayumi tried to stay strong; they really did. But seeing their friend's face so … sad and distant, they all broke down in a huddle of tears.

'So much for no crying …' Sniffling, Kagome sat up and retrieved her phone from the nightstand. It was time to leave her life here forever, time to go back where she wasn't wanted. The young teen stood as she gave the moving people directions to her apartment. It was only three and she would arrive in Tokyo around six. Tomorrow she would start her new school with her sister Kikyo, and today they had to go shopping for her uniform. It had been a long time since she had seen her older sister. Kikyo only came to visit once; that was on Kagome's 14th birthday. 'Two years ago… I wonder how much has changed.'

The boxes were loaded and she slowly climbed into the U-Haul. Glancing once more at her old home, she stuck the key in the ignition and drove towards the highway.

I stood and stared. Here I was, at the place where I was raised. The place I was never wanted. The shrine stairs didn't change much; nope, they were still the same and just as much tiring. My feet moved on their own towards the top of the stairs. This was stupid. I should've just turned around and left. Why should I stay? There's no reason in my opinion, and I could stay with one of my friends back in my real home. But, I knew that wasn't happening.

Everything was truly … the same. My old house, it looked exactly like it used to all those years ago. It looked like a real home, all warm and inviting. But I knew the truth; it didn't invite me. I'm the intruder here. Sighing as usual, I started towards the front door.

I smiled as the smell of oden hit me when I walked through the threshold. At least that was a comfort to me. Oden happened to be my favorite food aside from Ramen. Kinda happy my mom didn't know that 'cause if she did she wouldn't be cooking it right now. She despises me; the very reason she took me in is only because by law she's now my guardian.

My smile instantly faded as I took in the backside of the woman I never called 'Mother.' Her figure was slim and petite; not one that you'd expect of an almost forty-yeared woman. She was of short stature like me, and unlike Kikyo. Her hair was a deep mahogany and was cut in a pixie like style. So entranced I was in examining her that I didn't notice when she started to speak.

"Are you going to say something instead of staring at my back, Kagome?" I snapped out of my stupor and put my indifferent façade back into check. This was the woman that didn't want anything to do with my life, the woman who abandoned me. I'm not going to just waltz in and be a part of a 'Happy Family.' No, she ain't my Mom and I refuse to call her that.

"Konbanwa. Going to my room." I stormed past her and up the stairs. Did they ever change the decorations? Everything was exactly the same from when I left. The pictures hung in the same place, the rug at the top of the stairs still made me trip, and the sign that hung limply on the door in front of me still read "Kagome". I sighed for the umpteenth time today and slowly but surely grasped the handle.

The room was like I left it too. My pink bed welcomed me and so did my childish anime posters. A tiny smile broke through my mask as I reminisced all the times I used to sing with my hairbrush and dance to Jpop in this tiny, girly decorated room. A sound from the door stalled my memories and I whipped around to face a boy that looked the age of fourteen. He had the same hair color from the woman downstairs, the same round face, but those eyes seemed like exact replicas of mine. I knew at once that he was no half-brother of mine, but a full blooded sibling. That means … my mother dearest cheated more than once. He leaned against the doorway as if he owned the room and stared at me. Stared at me with eyes such a striking shade of blue that it was like I was looking in a mirror for a minute.

"You're Kagome." His voice was sort of deep and had a timber much like our Father.

"I assume you're Souta." He nodded in the affirmative. We held our staring contest for a few more minutes before he surprisingly wrapped me in a soft hug. Was he this tall when I first looked at him? He towered over me by at least a foot and a half. But I wasn't surprised by his height, per se, but the welcome hug I thought I wouldn't receive today. Or any day for that matter.

"I was waiting for you to get here, Onee-chan! I'll start getting your bags." Seems like I pegged lil Otouto all wrong. He accepted me as if he's known me my whole life. Or maybe it's cause he's smarter than I think; he might've connected the dots just like I did.

Once my bags were all in my room, I sat on my bed. Where was Kikyo? In truth, I didn't wanna see her. I dreaded the very sight of her pristine, calm and collected face. But how would I get my uniform if she wasn't here to take me to get it? Standing up, I bent to collect the box labeled 'Clothes' and deposited it on my bed. I'd start with my closet, then work my way to the furniture moving and then decorations.

When I was already half-way done with unpacking my clothes, a dark-haired teen strolled into the room. My eyebrow lifted in apprehension. Random chick walking in my room? She turned and I inwardly gasped. It was Kikyo. And she was much different than the last time I've seen her. Her hair reached below her waist now where mine stopped at the small of my back. It was as black and straight as ever though, never curly. Facing me now, her deep chocolate eyes stared into mine, with seemingly no emotion. That was her alright. Stiff as a board and about as emotional as one too.

"Kagome." No duh, Sherlock. Who else would I be, effin Santa Claus?

"Yeah. Hi, Kikyo." A flip of her hand was supposed to be a wave, I guess, as she purposely let her eyes roam my room in distaste. I had boxes everywhere lining the walls since I hadn't had the time to get much done yet. The only neat looking part of my room was the closet. And that was a mess, too. All the girly stuff from my earlier years was still around and I still had yet to get rid of that. "Aren't you taking me to-"

"-Yeah let's go." Kikyo walked out the room and I heard her shoes padding down the stairs. Soon enough, the front door opened, shut, and the start of a car broke me from my state of mind. That … female had cut me off! Rolling my eyes, I jogged out the house to meet her. The sooner we get this over with, the better.

The rooms were dark; there wasn't a sound at all in the Higurashi household except for the soft snoring of its inhabitants. Oh, and me as I rolled around trying to find a comfortable spot. I had yet to fall asleep and it was already 2:31 in the morning. 'So much for having a well-rested first day of school.' I had tried, honestly, to go to bed. But it's weird sleeping somewhere where … he wasn't. I sighed as I let the memories resurface. Why is it that you always think of things that are easy to hide during the day at night? It's like at night … all the thoughts pent inside spring forward and haunt you as you try to fall asleep. It's terrible, really. My father's face drifted in and out my mind's eye. I missed him more than ever right now. The old him. The one who wasn't drunk and who didn't curse. I wouldn't be in this predicament if … yeah. But it's done now. Nothing I can do.

Shifting on my right side, I glared at the pictures on my nightstand. They were pictures of when Kikyo and I were little. Back when we could get along and my 'Mother' was at least a little nice towards me. Those were the old days, though, and they weren't coming back.

When Kikyo and I had gone shopping, she'd immersed herself into the crowd of teens as soon as we'd arrived. What a way to find out she's popular. So there I was, left alone to find a uniform that I knew nothing of. So I walked for an hour around the Tokyo Mall, asking every store I came by where the uniforms for Shikon High were sold. Finally, a store called Sengoku Jidai told me they sold 'em and I purchased about 15 pair of the short green skirts and white shirts. My ride had abandoned me, so next on the list: find a way 'home'. I scoured the mall for the info desk and found the bus schedule. It was already 8:31 pm and the next bus came at 8:45. So what did I have to do? I ran around the mall like a baka trying to find the bus pickup sign. And when I did I barely got on because it was about to leave. And the rest is history.

Turning again on my back, I stared at the ceiling. Maybe I should go to bed now; I only had about four more hours until I had to get up. Closing my tired, azure eyes, the last thought that filtered through my head was, 'I hope I can at least make one friend here …'

That was before I met him. The guy who changed my life forever. For good, for bad … I don't know. I guess there's both. Without him, I wouldn't have suffered so much. But then again … without him, I would've suffered even more.

End of Chapter

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Dark Angel- For our very first chapter ...

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A/N: Ehh I think I did good for a first chapter right? Hehe Lol I really just write in my spare time so I can't guarantee a time to update okay? Sorry ... Lol But read and review! Or Dark Angel will steal your toast!

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