A/N: Ok... my first fic so far, so please bear with me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

The grand walls of the room were full of books, and a magnificent rug lay on the floor. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, filling the room with a glorious light. Behind a desk, a well-dressed girl sat on an elegant but seemingly comfortable chair.

This room hardly seemed like a laboratory, let alone a prison.

The girl's once bright eyes were now blank and emotionless.

A man dressed in a lab suit entered the room, and he smiled as he saw the young girl.

"Kagome," he exclaimed, his violet eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Let's start."

Violet eyes…of pure malice.

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"Why do you even have a psychiatrist?" Souta asked his sister. "I mean, why did they send Dr. Suzuki? I think he's afraid of you."

Kagome laughed. Only Souta had seen her smile; to other people, Kagome was glacial. "Truth to say, I don't know," she replied. "You see—"

They were interrupted by a knock.

"I got it," Kagome said, moving towards the door, She looked through the door hole, and stiffened. Slowly, she opened the door.

Instead of Dr. Suzuki, an old, short man, there stood a stylish young girl with short, smooth black hair.

"Yura."

"Kagome," Yura greeted, her eyes glinting. "How are you?" The words were dripping honey: a challenge.

Kagome fixed her blank eyes at Yura, meeting the other girl's gaze. "I'm fine. Please come in."

Yura sniffed and walked into the room, promptly sitting in a chair.

"So, Kagome, I hear you have sleep problems. When did you wake up this morning? When did you sleep?"

"5 o' clock; 11." Kagome saw Souta through the corner of her eye; he seemed unconvinced.

Yura sighed at this, jotting down notes. After asking some questions, she looked at Kagome. "You are getting way too little sleep," she chided. Although Kagome and Yura were on bad terms, Yura was a dedicated expert, and therefore oblivious to everything when it came to doctoring.

Kagome was quiet.

"You really should get more sleep," Yura said. "Kagome, if you don't tell us what happened during… that time, we really can't help you. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Kagome said, looking at the hem of her shirt sullenly.

"It'd be really great if you entered the squad again. I mean, we know how you liked medical studies... We can even send you to Sector 7 if you want to."

Kagome's face turned white. "N...no, that's alright," she said. Yura looked at her suspiciously. "I mean, I've already decided. It's too much work."

Yura sighed, her hostility gone. "Uh, good luck on your first day of school then, Kagome," Yura added awkwardly. She paused, as if expecting the girl to say something.

Silence.

"Uh, thanks, Doctor," Souta suddenly said. "Thanks for coming; see you next time!" He ushered Yura out of the door, glancing at Kagome anxiously. After Yura left, he went over to his big sister. "Really, sis, when did you go to sleep?"

"…Maybe I woke up at four," she admitted. Souta smiled exasperatedly, but still shared a grin with his sister. It was better than last week.

"Please, Kagome, try to get some sleep," he added. Kagome nodded solemnly.

"I'll try to wake up at six tommorow." Her little brother nodded, worried but still satisfied. Kagome smiled at him, knowing that this would make Souta feel better. Truthfully, she had gotten a little more than two hours of sleep. If Souta or anyone were to know that her condition had actually worsened, Kagome would have more therapy. So it was better if nobody knew.

Souta returned the grin, glad that she was feeling, or at least acting happier. After all, the death of both of their parents had hit them hard, and although Kagome had somehow found a way to earn enough money to survive, she had become antisocial; an island unto herself. Plus, there was that time when she disappeared…

The bus came, ending Souta's thoughts.

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Kagome noticed that the people in the grade were all probably about one or two years older than her; that was expected.

"Class, this is Kagome Higurashi, and she will be joining us in Math class," the teacher droned. Kagome made her mind blank, and slowly, her eyes turned devoid of all emotion.

No contact; no talking. The drill was too familiar.

"…Kagome is, as you see, younger than all of you. She was supposed to be in the Senior classes, but there were too many people, so she was…"

Kagome pondered the sentence. Hopefully, she might be seen as a nerd, and therefore be classified as untouchable.

Waiting for the teacher to finish her speech, Kagome observed the class closely, while pretending to look outside. The people in the class were all pretty plain; other than a few good-looking people, the rest of the people looked quite simple.

A boy that especially attracted Kagome's attention sat in the front row. He had long, flowing silver hair that was tied in a ponytail, and his golden orbs were set in a smooth but boyish face. He was the only person who looked as bored as Kagome did. Fascinated by the strange appearance, Kagome stared at the boy, momentarily forgetting the drill.

Suddenly, the boy turned his eyes to stare back at Kagome. Cursing herself for her stupidity, Kagome looked away. Still, from the corner of her eye, she saw the boy smirk, and a wave of annoyance washed over her.

"Kagome, why don't you sit in front of Inuyasha; that boy with white hair?"

The girl mutely obeyed. As she sat in front of Inuyasha, he sneered at her.

"Genius, huh?" he said, eyes glittering with malice.

Kagome ignored him, her eyes glued to the black board. Still, the boy continued to pester her, poking her back with a pencil and pulling her hair.

"Nerd."

There was no reply.

"Wench. Why won't you talk?" Still no answer.

"Think you're too good to talk, genius?" Finally, the girl turned her head to face him.

Gotcha. Inuyasha was about to cram his hand full of eraser leftovers into Kagome's face, but he stopped.

Chocolate colored pools of brown stared at him, her face too close to his. An unbelievable tiredness covered the girl's eyes, and her eyelashes were considerably long and thick. Inuyasha backed away frantically, heart beating slightly.

"You want to be a genius?" she asked. "It comes with danger, little boy, danger that you—"

"Kagome, do you know the answer to this problem?" the teacher asked sternly. Kagome's eyes lost their emotion, and she answered the question effortlessly after turning to face the teacher.

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"What was she talking about?" Inuyasha asked Miroku, his best friend and lunch companion. "Why doesn't she want to be a genius?"

Miroku shrugged and bit into his sandwich. "Ask Sango; she's beautiful, athletic, and smart!" He looked at Sango, hoping for forgiveness for his latest action. Sango scoffed, sending Miroku a death glare.

"What's so bad about being a genius?"

"Well, if you ask me, Inuyasha," Sango replied absentmindedly, eating her apple, "You seem pretty interested in Kagome." Sango looked over to the girl outside, who was quietly eating her lunch in a tree. The tree was a perfect hiding place; practically no one could see the Kagome. Then again, no one was really as observant as Sango. Besides, Sango had always wanted to have lunch in that tree; Miroku and Inuyasha thought it was too sissy, so Sango never went there.

Inuyasha's face got ugly. "What?! I am not interested in that antisocial nerd!"

Miroku shrugged. "I don't know about you, but I think that she's pretty cute," He looked nervously at Sango, who was still staring outside. "What has she done to you anyways?"

Inuyasha grunted. It comes with danger. What was that supposed to mean? It wasn't as if she had actually been through real danger or anything; she was just a stupid girl. No one really cared about her… It comes with danger, little boy— Inuyasha growled at his milk, earning strange looks from his friends. She was probably just trying to confuse him; that's all.

"Inuyasha, are you ok?" Miroku asked. Inuyasha then realized that he was saying his "thoughts" aloud.

"Yes, I'm alright!" he snarled at Miroku, who backed away.

"Sango, save me," Miroku then cried, flinging his arms towards Sango, who slapped him hard in the face.

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