For as long as Kagome had lived, she had never been popular. Every day, she had eaten lunch alone, but she didn't mind. Without other people distracting her, she could focus on him. He had always lived right next door to her, but they hadn't too him since they were kids, playing in the sand at school. He was to perfect.
He was sixteen to her fifteen. He had snow white hair down to his waist, he always wore a baseball cap, and he could almost always be found playing ball with other boys in the street. He was strong, fast, agile, and sexy. Every day, Kagome came closer and closer to starting a conversation with him.
Every day, she told herself that that would be the day that she told him how she felt. Today, though, she felt confident that she could actually do it. At least, she did, until he didn't come to school that day. She wept internally while her teacher droned on and on about things she had read about when she was thirteen. The clock seemed to move slower and slower.
As soon as she got home, she started on her homework. When she finished, she felt confident that he had just skipped school. She ran outside, expecting to see him playing ball with the other boys. She looked outside, but instead of the boy, his older brother Sesshomaru was playing basketball with the other boys. "InuYasha, where are you?" she whispered.
