Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. At all =*(
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A/N: So this is my first fanfic! Let's see how it goes…!?
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My Muse
Chapter 1: At First Sight
My name's Kagome Higurashi and I like to think that I'm an ordinary girl. I go to an ordinary high school, get ordinary grades, have ordinary friends, an ordinary boyfriend, and despite living in a shrine with no father, have an ordinary home life.
I have the most perfectly ordinary life that anyone could ask for. That is, until I meet a boy in my art class who is definitely not ordinary.
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"Bye Kagome! Have a nice class! See you at lunch!!" Sango waves as she continues down the hallway backwards.
"Thanks! See ya!" I wave back. "Bye Miroku!" I add as said boy waves with one hand and guides Sango away with the other.
I smile at my friends' retreating forms before entering my first period classroom. It's so sweet that Sango still insists on walking with me to class as per tradition, even though I assured her that I could do it myself, now that she finally is going out with Miroku. I know she tries hard to balance her time between her best friend and boyfriend. It also makes me feel better about my own boyfriend, Hojo, never walking me to class. Before I met him I never believed that someone could be more paranoid about being late to class than I was.
Speaking of getting to class early, there are only two other students in the art studio besides myself. This leaves my favorite desk—the one right smack dab in the front and center of the classroom—all to myself. I begin taking my art supplies out of my backpack as other students begin to trickle in.
Finally the teacher arrives.
"Okay class, settle down! I want to get started right away," Ms. Takahashi yells over the din of the chattering students. "Today we're going to continue working on sketching the face, but instead of looking at your own face, you're going to sketch the face of your neighbor."
Oh no! I have such a hard time sketching faces. If mine was so hard to do, I can't imagine how hard drawing someone else's must be! I panic inside. Noses are my downfall…
Foot-shuffling and chair-scraping sounds join the chattering sounds as the art students find their neighboring face to sketch.
I look to my right but was met with the back of that girl's head. So I look to my left and am immediately stunned by the most intense golden eyes I have ever seen. Granted, I haven't seen any golden eyes before, but these left me speechless.
"Trying to catch flies?" the owner of the golden orbs spoke, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.
Noticing that he's referring to my mouth that's hanging open, I quickly shut it, and turn away to hide the blush that begins heating up my face. The confusing thing is, is that I don't think I'm blushing just cause I'm embarrassed. And my heart's beating pretty quickly too…
"Ready?" golden eyes asks, sounding on the verge of exasperation.
Gaining my composure, I turn with pencil and sketch pad in hand.
"Yes," I smile.
The blush threatens to return, but thankfully does nothing more than flush my cheeks. We are fully facing each other now, and before me I swear is the most handsome teenage boy alive. I study his features more fully, knowing that he'll take it as part of the assignment, instead of as me checking him out. Though I have to guiltily admit, it was more of the latter.
The second most notable thing about him besides his unusual eyes, is his hair. It's black and incredibly long—down to his waist—which would look girly on anyone else yet somehow looks masculine and wild on him. The rest of his face is what I can only describe as the epitome of male beauty. He had to be a model or something. The expression in those eyes is also something I've rarely seen in anyone else. It's… completely open and honest, yet cocky and defiant. A strange mixture to be sure, but that's what I see. His gaze is confident; a mixture between appraising and challenging. I have no doubt he gives that look to everyone, from President to toddler.
Needless to say, I was completely entranced.
And before he gets suspicious of my lingering gaze, I quickly get to work. Replicating the strong lines of his face is going to be much different from drawing my own curved and delicate features yesterday.
The class goes by quickly—too quickly in my opinion. The whole time I was sketching, I kept being drawn back to his expressive eyes. Watching the changing thoughts and emotions evident there as his eyes flicked from his paper to somewhere on my face was mesmerizing. I could study those eyes forever and still never fully understand what lies beneath them.
Suddenly the bell rings, snapping me out of my trance-like state rather rudely. As the other students pack up around me but before the boy next to me can leave, I bravely ask:
"What's your name?"
He pauses packing and turns to face me again.
"Inuyasha."
I smile broadly. "Nice to meet you Inuyasha. I'm Kagome."
He gives me a once-over, smirks, then sweeps out of the room, backpack hanging off of one shoulder.
Confused yet hopeful, I add lamely, "See you tomorrow!"
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"Yo, Kagome! Ka-go-me!"
I'm brought out of my day dream by a hand waving in front of my face.
"What's up Kagome? You've been zoned out all through lunch!" Sango states around a mouthful of PB&J.
I sigh. Even though she's my best friend, I can't tell her about my visions of swirling pools of molten gold. Besides, Hojo is sitting right next to me.
"Sorry Sango, I've just been worried about a… um, an upcoming test," I lie.
She quirks an eyebrow at me, goes, "Hmm," yet doesn't press the matter.
That's when Hojo starts in about his upcoming English test and the complexities of diagramming sentences. Normally I'd be hanging on every word, but today I don't even try to appear interested. I just stare off again, half-eaten turkey sandwich forgotten in my hand, enticed away by golden oceans. When did Hojo get so boring…?
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