Hey guys. This is important, so you should read this. So, last year I had a story called 'I Just Had To', but I deleted it. But this year, I'm doing a massive rewrite of it, and a significant change is that the story is no longer in third person, but the first person view of Kagome instead. And, in the last story Inuyasha had a goth persona, but now he's your average bad boy. Kagome is your less experienced rich girl,This time around, I hope to completely finish the story, enjoy,
Stranger on the Roof
Crap. 1,562 completed outfits and I can't find anything I even remotely want to wear. The sun warms my bare legs that my robe doesn't cover, as I step out of the walk-in closet.
The suns rays touch my unmade bed, and my in-dire-need-of-a-vacuum floor. I exhale as I sit down on the edge of my queen sized bed. Nothing about my house is small. The beds have to be bigger than normal, the meals must be extra-filling, and the driveway is, of course, half a mile long. Which I find to be, completely unnecessary.
Ever since I was born, my father has been rich. In fact, we've never even been to normal types of stores that ordinary people go to. I've never stepped foot inside a 7-11, or any other store where the cheapest thing was not less than fifty bucks. I didn't even know what a dollar was until I was eight.
So, you could say that I'm immensely blessed. I guess, but I could do without the money most of the time. I never have that many things to buy, but when you're the daughter of one of the top lawyers in all of Japan, you get used to it, or at least accept it.
A knock on the door, and Souta pokes his big head in. "Sango's here."
I sigh. "How long has she been here?" He always does this.
"You should check your phone more often, and about ten minutes."
"Get out, now." He closes the door, and I get up and take off my fluffy pink robe. I quickly grab a pair of jeans that were on the ground and a white T-shirt. Funny how all my perfectly clean and more stylish clothes bother me, but the super-casual, mostly cleans don't.
I grab my small backpack and I walk out the door into the massive hallway. I lightly jog down the steps, which takes me awhile, considering the staircase is massive as well, but I eventually make it to the first floor, where of the maids, my particular favorite, Kaede, is opening the door for me.
"Hope you have a good day, Higurashi-san."
I spare her a smile as I'm walking out. "Call me Kagome, I've been telling you that for years!" I say, then I finally make it outside.
Right now, it's only a little chilly, but by the end of the day, it'll be scorching hot. The hot but not hot air feels great, I walk across the dewy perfect lawn to Sango's car.
She drives a Mustang, one of the newest ones too. Sango's got a good fortune going on in her family too. Her dad is the guy who invented boomerangs. Therefore, she collects them.
"We're gonna be late, and I'm risking detention by waiting for you everyday." She says, starting the car after I'm barely strapped in.
"Not my fault, Souta always lets me know you're here like twenty minutes after you get here."
She zooms down the street, passing up people that walk to school in seconds. "Have you not heard of waiting by the front door?!"
She just knocked over a mailbox. "Maybe if you didn't drive like a blind mule I would be more eager to get in the car with you!"
She scoffs. "You have your own car, but you're too weird to drive it. Or, better yet, you could get a ride with Kouga!"
The teasing is more than a little evident in her voice. I groan, and look out of my window. Kouga has been chasing me for years. Maybe wolf demons are stubborn and persistent that way? At least once a month, he asks me out.
"The school year is almost over, Kagome. And you haven't had a single boyfriend since we started high school."
"I know this, Sango."
We pull into the obnoxiously big student parking lot. Once Sango puts her car in the correct gear, she turns to me, smile on her face. "I just want you to experience what me and Miroku feel."
I laugh as we get out of the car. One of my best friends and Sango's perverted boyfriend. "He 'feels' a little too much."
We walk onto the main area of the courtyard, "Now as much as he used to," She replies.
"He was copping feels in kindergarten."
One of the things Sango prefers not to think about. It's a full five minutes before we actually enter the school because Atamagai High's campus could rival the size of two colleges put together.
It's a school for the gifted. But, mostly for the rich. I get average grades, so I'm far from gifted, it's because I can afford to go here that allows me to step foot in this monster of a school.
Me and Sango part ways at the main intersection on the first floor, and I make my way through the huge crowds of preps, jocks, geeks, music freaks, and the ordinary kids who were uncomfortable near all the cliques. Like me.
I finally reach my small locker, and spin the combination. I reach to tug on the silver handle, but a tan clawed hand smacks against my locker, preventing me from opening it.
I smooth my hair before exhaling, "Morning, Kouga."
He chuckles and I turn to face him. Kouga is a gorgeous guy. He's actually one of the most popular guys in school. As to why he talks to me, whom has a select amount of friends, is a wonder. Guys ask me out all the time, which gives me a shred of popularity, but the popular girls shun me. Most of them, anyway.
"I've never seen a sexier bed head."
"Uh-huh," I say, as I move his hand off of my locker. I pull it open and grab a Geometry book and a Biology textbook. I slam it.
He drapes one arm over my shoulders. "How about a movie? Friday?"
I feel kind of sorry for him. "No, Kouga. Just like always."
He steers me away from an arguing couple. "Come on! You have no legit reason to say no."
"It'd be a waste of your time and mine, now I'm gonna go to class."
I walk to the room that Biology is in, I hear him shout, "Okay, stalk ya later!"
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Two hours later, I'm in Geometry. My worst class. That might be because the teacher, Totosai, is so friggin' boring. I generally take naps in this class, but today I'm awake but bored out of my mind.
"........ So that is circumference. Kagome, whats the circumference of this circle?"
I shrug. "Um, two?"
"Wrong, another D for you."
This is great. Other people in the class are laughing at my new failure. I sigh, and the bell rings, finally a release from hell. I almost jump out of my seat in my rush to leave. It's my favorite hour of the day, Free period.
I toss my things in my locker, and stride outside. The air feels really crisp, and cool. I walk and a group of my friends are standing near a wall behind the main building, taking a smoke.
"Yo, Kagome!" Kagura yells. "Smoke with us!"
I've heard that at normal high schools you can't do that. But, money talks here, so you can get away with almost everything. I've never smoked in my life,
"I'll pass on that, Kagura." I say to her, as I round a corner. There, I've reached my destination. A really tall flight of stairs leading to Atamagai's roof. It's not forbidden or allowed to be up there, but it's the best up there.
I go up the stairs and the wind picks up, blowing a few tendrils of my black hair into my face and the smell of fresh spring flowers drifts to my nose as well.
I reach the top, and I take my hand off the stair rail, and look over the buildings of the campus, and the tiny parks, to the sun that is really starting to blaze around this time.
I start to sit down, but I spot silver, floating, or blowing in th air. Or maybe it was silver hair. I look harder, and I can see them.
There's another person on the roof with me. It's no secret I spend my free period here, but no one usually comes with me because it's so high up and you get a small workout trying to get here.
But, I've never seen this person this before. Or, really, this kind of person. Their hair is very long, reaching their butt, and they have little silver dog ears to match their hair. I wonder if they notice I'm here.
"Um, hi?" I try.
Theres silence for about five seconds. His voice comes out rough, and a little annoyed sounding. "Damn, I was wondering when you were gonna say something, I could smell you for a while now."
Smell me? He stands up, and faces me. His eyes or face really, is gorgeous! His skin is somewhat tanned, his eyes are a pretty-looking amber. His dog ears twitch with every new sounds. At my staring, he gets a pleased smirk on his face, and stuffs his hands into his overly baggy jeans. I notice that his arms look very defined, and muscular, although you would think at first glance that he looks scrawny and underfed, the tight black shirt he's wearing proves otherwise, every muscle being visible.
"Shit, did I scare you? You probably don't see too many people like me. Stop staring!"
Crap, I have been staring at him, he probably thinks its creepy. I gasp, and pull my eyes away from his muscles. "You're a hanyou." I say.
He chuckles and the wind picks up again, a nice contradiction to the sun. "Good job, now why were you staring at me?"
It's like he's belittling me or mocking me or something. My cheeks heat up, and so does the back of my neck. "Well you came up here, and I've never seen you before, so of course I was staring!"
Both of his eyebrows raise. He's amused by me? I'm being dead serious, why is this funny?
"Woah there, didn't mean to insult you. Tell me your name, rich girl."
I'll ignore the nickname. "Higurashi, Kagome."
"Of course you are." He takes his hands out of his pockets.
He strides near the edge of the roof. Is this kid suicidal? He stands there, unmoving. His hair picks up whenever the wind does.
"Don't stand on the ledge, you could die!" What possessed me to yell like that?
Another chuckle. "I don't tend to die from this sort of thing."
Can hanyous withstand falls like that? It's a long way down. I swallow to clear my throat. "Are you gonna tell me your name? In case you happen to die?" I'm only half-joking.
"Inuyasha!" He almost immediately shouts.
I walk closer to the ledge, but I still stay a safe distance from it. He bends his knees, and jumps.
I watch, biting my lips, as I decide whether or not I should call the police, or go alert the principal.
But then he lands on a nearby tree branch, and he waves at me. I lift my almost limp hand to wave back. He jumps from tree to tree, then building to building after that.
I'm afraid of that guy, more than I've ever been of anything, even his body language screams danger. But, at the same time, I can disregard that. I want to know what he's like, which parent is human.
I take a few steps and sit down, my feet dangling over the ledge,
Not knowing anything but that name, is gonna bother me all day, night, and the time I have to go until I meet him again.
Chapter 1's end. Thanks for reading, please, please, please review! Keep a lookout for the next chapter of 'I Just Had To' entitled: Night Time.
With that said, Sayonara!