InuTwlight

Chapter 1

I never thought I would miss the shrine as much as I did right now. Even after driving through the streets of Tokyo for ten minutes, the dread and grief was already settling. I laid my head against my mother's shoulder as we drove to the airport. My hair was pulled halfway up, with a gothic butterfly barrette intact and my arms were covered by arm socks from the Lovely and wonderful Hot Topic, the store of the goths and punks. Along with a white dress shirt with a loose checkered tie, I wore a plaid skirt. I am a punk.

I'm not the ideal child, but hey, I have fun.

My name is Kagome Higurashi, sophomore-going Junior as of next week when school starts in America, which is where I am going. My mother is a single mother of two, and owner of the Higurashi shrine. She is a mother of two, that included me and my younger brother Souta. Well, she wasn't going to be single for long; she was remarrying in the next few months to a man of a wealthy and successful business in electronics, the co-CEO of Nintendo. The man is sweet, don't get me wrong, he just loves my mom more than he loves the idea of being a father of two children of an ex-husband of hers, it made matter worse when he found out my father was an AMERICAN.

My father, an American mechanic lives in Forks, Washington. He and my mom got married fresh out of high school, I saw photos of them mom had in her old photo albums, they looked happy as if they could do anything together. When I was six and Souta was just born, the shit hit that fan. Dad lost his job, again.

Mom lost it, her Japanese honor made her consult her family, her only living relative, my grandfather. Mom decided that she would abandon America and return to Japan, which is where I have been for the past ten years. I talked to my dad over webcam most of the time, like three times a week, and once every few years I would visit him in the states. This was different, this time it was permanent, my mother would be happy with her new husband, I was too old for Daisuke (her fiancé) to warm up to me, so Souta would have a better chance to have a relationship with him.

My mom helped me carry my luggage to the gate, my bass guitar sat in her old case covered in stickers and Kanji, and my Hello-Kitty carry-on on my back filled with the cards, and Mangas my friends gave me before I left. Mom rubbed my shoulder.

"Sweetie," she said, "You don't have to."

"I want to mom," I told her. Her brown eyes standing out of her kind face as she started to tear.

"Are you sure? Will you at least come to the wedding?"

"Of course mom," The door to the boarding gate opened next to us, startling my mother. "I love you momma."

"I love you too sweetie," she held me for a small moment and I boarded the plane. The ride took over nine hours, and the whole time turbulence shook the plan more than it usually did. I however, was content, planes were a piece of cake, besides I wasn't the one paying for the ticket. I read some of my mangas, like Bride of a Water God. It's Korean in origin but the plot it very original and somehow kept to the nation's cultures.

After boarding a second plane and sitting for a short hour and a half, I had landed in a large city some few hours from Forks. I exited from the gate and went to pick up my luggage. As I waited a heard a sort of WHOOT, I turned to see my father walking towards me with a smile on his face. He gave me a hug and he smelt oddly like Cedar or pine. He was a tall man, towering over my five foot two inch body. He was a brunet and had beautiful hazel eyes. My eyes were a bit green, with a slight bit of Amber that came from my mother's brown eyes.

"Hiya kiddo." He said after hugging me and picking up my heavy lime green luggage like it weighed nothing.

"Hi Charli- Dad." I stumbled and covered my mouth he hardly seemed to mind. Charlie was good that way, never asked many things, stayed quiet and jolly. We walked to the parking garage slowly, the moment I sat on the seat of his old pickup truck I laid my head on the side of the car and fell asleep.

Charlie woke me up when we pulled into the driveway later that night. I yawned and pulled my guitar and hello-kitty bag over my shoulders, I knew the way around the small house, I knew it like the back of my hand. My room had always been the room in the far back of the second floor, the room with the French window with the cushioned window seat. I opened the door finding my room hand already had the comforter and landed on it with an exhausted sigh. I made a mental note to SKIN Charlie for even considering that I like Pink…

Charlie put all four of my match luggage on the floor a bit nosily. "If you need anything just holler."

"New sheets and comforter!," I said, muffled by the pillow in my face. He laughed again.

"Alrighty, you can come to Wally world with me tomorrow. Get some sleep, love you." I grunted, and he closed the door. I didn't know what a "Wally world" was, but I was not looking forward to it.

The next week was based entirely of me getting used to forks disgusting amount of precipitation and re organizing my clothes and mangas the way they were back in Tokyo. It was utter hell. After three days of taking out things that were here since ii was five, my room was once again my turf back in Japan, dark, but calming, and my bookshelf was packed with a majority of Mangas and novels. Mom called to say that Daisuke was going to ship more of my things to Forks as soon as he had the earliest connivance.

Charlie let me have my space, the last time he saw me in person, I was a rather hyperactive fourteen years old. I guess I have become calmer and more collected as time had gone on.

Monday had come and I dress in my lucky pants with chains, and my metallic butterfly shirt. Charlie was sympathetic of my situation and had gotten me a car before my arrival. It was old but I loved it, an old Chevy pickup truck. I drove to Forks high school, rain fell for more than three days and my truck wheezed as it ran over the large puddles.

I slammed the door and walked myself to the main office. An old woman with purple glasses looked at me as if I came from a gothic raccoon farm. "Hi, how can I help you?"

"I'm Kagome Higurashi," I said, "I would like my schedule please."

"Of course, come around the desk." I did so, and the woman, Mrs. Collins, showed me around the school and even gave me a map and two schedules in case I lost the other. She escorted me to my first class, according to my schedule that would be Trigg. I raised an eyebrow, they were that behind in math? I introduced myself many times that day, one for each class obviously. At the fifth period I sat on the window sill of the cafeteria, eating a red apple I brought from home. A girl, looking strikingly like myself, came up to me. She smiled, her difference hairstyle and eye color were the only difference between us. She looked strangely cold, frigid actually.

She held out a hand. "Hi, you must be Kagome, I'm Kikyo, you want to sit with us?"

I nodded and followed her, my chains rattling and clicking together making the people of the café notice my presence. She sat at a round table with three girls and one boy. A few were in my classes, if my memory served me well. They were very kind and welcomed me warmly. I forgot their names as time winded by; suddenly one table caught my attention.

They walked in from the back door, three boys and two girls. All were amazingly beautiful and all deathly pale. The first to walk into the café were two couples a tall man with his hair down well past his butt, it was rare that any male could pull off such a style. This person was clearly an Adonis. He wore a jacket that clung to his frame, if at all possible he looked more frigid than Kikyo. A girl with spiky hair and one small pony tail poking off her head had her face pressed against his shoulder. The next couple were fairly heated, in a petty argument of course. The boy had a small ponytail and had several piercings in his ears and a large red handprint on his face, making him look like he was slapped. The girl was hissing under her breathe, and grumbling. She was simply gorgeous, she had a sort of pink eye shadow making her look like a goddess than a high school student. Her brown high pony tail swung with every sway of her hips.

The last was absolutely intriguing for reasons I cannot explain. He seemed to be the loner of the party, it wasn't that he was neglected; of course, he wasn't as the group talked amongst themselves, he would smile, revealing perfect white teeth, but never say anything. He seemed lonely. His ebony hair was pulled into a braid, going halfway down his back, two forelocks of hair and bangs framed his face as if he were a painting rather than a real person. Unlike the taller colder boy, this one was bit more fiery you could tell just by looking at him. His eyes were enchanting; if possible, they were a beautiful purple, amethyst. The boy stopped short of his laughter when he caught me staring at him, he looked at me with a large amount of curiosity with those smothering gems, like a cat testing out a toy mouse. I blushed heavily and turned around.

"Don't even try," said the girl with the short hair. "Kikyo's one of the most beautiful girls in school and he turned even her down."

"He?" I said, slightly peeved.

"Inuyasha Takahashi, the one in the braid." Said Kikyo, glaring at the girl, "the one that is being repeatedly slapped is Miroku, and girl slapping him is Sango, Ice man is Sesshoumaru and the last girl, the one that's sweeter looking, is Rin."

"Are they related?" I asked looking at the boy called InuYasha from the corner of my eyes. It looked like he was trying to hide a smile. "They seem awfully close."

"Yeah, they're foster children, except Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru they're the biological children of InuTashio- sama and Izayoi, doctors at Forks hospital."

"They're not at all related, but they date each other." Said the girl called Ayumi, shivering.

"What's the problem they're not related, it's not incest." I said, wrinkling my nose.

"I know, it's just.. weird."

Kikyo butted back in. "Like I said, don't even try it, Inuyasha rejects everyone." A loud laugh flew into my ears from the table, it was musical, like a violin. I turned, could they have heard us from the other side of the cafeteria-?

I shook my head and chucked my apple core into the garbage, I looked over my shoulder and saw InuYasha exit through another door of the cafeteria. I look at my schedule, biology. I head towards the eastern wing. I entered the room and the male teacher directed me to the back, I could have whooped when I saw the strange boy sitting in the back of the room; InuYasha. At first he appeared tranquil maybe even sleepy, but as soon as the fan in the back made my hair fly and swirl in the air he tensed. Rage spread over his face and I was certain I had somehow offended him. I reluctantly sat next to him, and he moved his chair as far away from me as possible. I trembled and even felt like crying.

Was I that repulsive? I took notes with a slow hand. He was taking notes furiously, ripping the paper through sometimes, it was frightening to hear. I took one peek and I saw how chaotic his eyes were, they looked like stale dyed cookies rather than the gems that shone at lunch. I almost gasped when his eyes caught mine for a small second. I scribbled and doodled for the period, strangely my chibis did nothing to calm me like they usually would. I grabbed my purple pen and tried to sketch purple gems all over my sheet but his growl next me made me turn to a clean page and go back to taking notes. The moment the bell rung signaling the end of the day, he left abruptly before I could take my notebook and put it into my bag.

I sat in my truck for a while, wondering what I did to hurt him, to make him hate me that much? Are Americans that sensitive? Was it how I dress? I started to cry, wondering where my courage went, I never cared about myself image before.

So….Why now?