AN: I happen to think you're all mean for my own secretive reasons... Anyway I went to Brooklyn therefore I couldn't update because my grandmother has yet to buy a computer. But I did write another chapter because I'm really NOT that creative, it's in my notebook and I'm going to copy it word for friggin word. Can you say boring?

Disclaimer: What the hell is the point of these things? If I owned Inuyasha don't ya think I would be making an episode like this instead of putting it on the internet?

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Scars
by Inu-Chan
Just a Kiss

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Kagome sat on her bed, staring listlessly at the wall before her. Her hand rested on her thumping head as her curtain swayed with the light breeze. It wasn't too long ago that she'd woken up on the living room floor. The memory of that afternoon came rushing back at her as black strands of hair tickled her face...

---Flashback---

"Kagome. Get in here." Kagome heard her mother's drunken voice as soon as she stepped into the door. She softly walked towards the kitchen, pulling off her shoes slowly and leaving them near the door side by side. She peered into the dimly lit room and saw her mother sitting at the table with a near empty beer bottle in hand. Her dark eyes were hard and angry as she watched her daughter creep into the room.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Her words were slightly garbled.

"I was at school, it always takes me this long to get here," Kagome answered referring to the two weeks she'd already spent at her new school.

"Well, you better find a way to get her faster to clean this shit up!" She eyed the sink full of dishes and the floor covered in food and beer bottles. Kagome's cold blue eyes followed her mother's gaze then back to her face to see her mother staring at her with an expecting and impatient glare.

Before she could even think about what she was saying, Kagome told her mother, "You can clean this hell hole up your fucking self." For once she'd let her anger get to her, jumbling her thoughts and causing her to speak before she thought. This was only the second time she had talked back to her mother, letting her emotions control her and not thinking about the consequences.

But her mother didn't forget and she was still in front of Kagome.

"What the fuck did you just say?" She whispered dangerously, her eyes filled with anger and hatred. Kagome flinched at the look, a sign of weakness to her mother. Before she could blink, she felt glass hit her head, reopening wounds and sending her crumpled on the floor in a pitiful mess.

For the few minutes her eyes remained closed, Kagome felt her mother's fists beat against her frail body.

"You little bitch!" Her mother screamed, still throwing punches at her daughter. "Get the fuck up!

Kagome rolled to her stomach, trying to stand, but failed miserably when her mother's foot connected to her ribs endlessly.

The beating finally stopped ten minutes later, each minute was seemed like an eternity in hell to Kagome.

"Get this 'hell hole' cleaned up, right fucking now, or else I'll make sure you will never see daylight a-fucking-gain."

Kagome recoiled when her mother sent her another kick before turning away and walking out the door with a loud slam. She barely had enough energy to turn to her side, all the while spewing out spit and blood trying to get air into her lungs.

Her eyes closed and she knew nothing.

---End Flashback---

Kagome had long since finished cleaning up the house and dragged herself back up the stairs. Her body hurt but her mother didn't care. 'If she did she wouldn't have done this,' Kagome stood, wincing as pain shot through her chest and straight to her head, creating a migraine that had her suddenly squinting at the coming from the window.

She went to her mirror to inspect herself once again, she knew she was going to die soon. Whether it would be by her own hands or her mother's, she didn't know. She wanted to fight back, she wanted to runaway, or even tell someone. She needed to escape the hell that became her home one day, twelve years ago, when her father left. She wanted to it all to stop.

"What did I do?" Her monotonous voice asked the sad image that was her reflection. It was a question she'd asked her mother so many times that the thought of an answer had become foreign. The only thing to be expected was a fist. Another bruise. More pain.

She turned away and moved towards her bed at a sluggish pace. She collapsed onto the soft, inviting sheets, ignoring the pain the reared up when her body came in contact with the bed. Before she gave into exhaustion, she realized there was more that she wanted.

A friend. Love.

Her eyes closed again for the second time that day as she said, "Damn that Inuyasha."

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"Inuyasha, it's been two weeks already, and she still hasn't said a word to us!" Sango yelled at her friend with her brows furrowed and her hands on her hips. The trio had been trying to break down the thick walls that surrounded the newest addition to their school ever since the day Inuyasha came up with a plan to do so.

"Then try harder!" Miroku and Sango thought Inuyasha seemed a little too excited with the idea of becoming her friend, but they said nothing.

"Inuyasha, we have been trying hard," came the calm, cool voice of Miroku. "She just ignores us."

Inuyasha smirked, "Then get her attention and keep it."

"Listen you idiot! What the hell do you think we've been doing! She won't pay attention and when she does, she leaves the room or becomes facisinated with the nearest tree!" Sango exploded, too close to Inuyasha's sensitive ears.

He glared at her and began rubbing his dog ears, "No, you listen. The both of you," He switched his gaze to Miroku who was starring off in space. "I don't care what you do. Tie her up if you have to, anything, but you guys have to talk to her. You've seen how she looks..." Sango and Miroku exchanged confused looks and then sighed in unison, "Whatever Inuyasha."

"Okay let's go." The small group walked into the school and seperated to go to their lockers. Inuyasha was the first to get to the classroom and he was elated to see Kagome sitting in her seat, oblivious to everything except the bouncing branches outside the window. Realizing they were alone and it was an opportunity he couldn't pass up, Inuyasha locked the classroom door and started towards her.

"Kagome," He was sitting backwards in the desk in front of her when she looked away from the window. Instead of answering his call she looked away, down at the blank page in her notebook.

"Kagome," He called again, this time louder.

Without moving her eyes away from the empty lines, she asked, "Why do you keep trying to talk to me?"

"Because we want to be your friends," He answered without hesitation.

She finally looked at him, "But I can't-"

He cut her off, "Then don't tell anyone."

Kagome turned away again, this time her eyes watering. She surprised herself, she'd stopped crying a long time ago. The tears had dried up and floated away, just like the birds.

This boy had been pestering her for 10 days straight, any chance he had. She could ignore him only for the first day because after that he'd whisper to her during their classes, talking nonstop as if it wasn't a one sided conversation. She listened to everything he said and almost replied a few times. He made guesses at the questions she refused to answer. He decided that she was an orphan after telling her he thought she was a princess, an assassin, an undercover celebrity, or a secret agent.

Inuyasha was shocked to see a small appear on her face, normally she was glaring or staring with a blank look, all the while frowning. But now she was smiling. And crying.

"Kagome?" He quickly got up from the seat and was at her side, "What's wrong?"

She looked up to see golden eyes filled with concern, and it was for her. It seemed that someone finally cared for her. Her small widened, but the tears still fell. She knew she looked pathetic, a watery smile for a boy that she'd met only two weeks prior but she knew there were times when her appearance was much worse.

Inuyasha watched as her face started to brighten with her smile. Her eyes shined for the first time and he thought she looked beautiful, no matter how glossy the clear blue became. He was suddenly aware of how close they were and before he knew what he was doing, his lips captured her own in a soft kiss. It shocked them both, but before they could decide to pull away or relax into it, the classroom door burst open with all their classmates, including Miroku and Sango, falling to the floor.

Kagome pulled away with a light blush on her cheeks. Inuyasha turned to her and saw she was smiling shyly.

"So we're friends now?" she asked quietly.

The smile Inuyasha had returned to her became a smirk, "Just friends?"

Her face became a darker pink as the window caught her attention yet again.

"So, Inuyasha," Miroku sat in the seat next to Inuyasha with a wide grin. Sango sat behind him with an amused look. "This is what you meant by 'anything', huh?"

Inuyasha looked at Kagome who was still blushing, "It was just a kiss."

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AN: Can't write anymore... Everything so awkward... I think I made things go by too fast. But maybe I didn't. They're destined to make it out in the end, so why NOT speed up the process? But yeah like I said I went to the city (New York City) and went to Times Square, Chinatown, and Flatbush and found out that my great grandfather was a straight up Chinese mad and that somewhere along the line I have... Portuguese in me. PORTUGESE! My aunt said we're mutts and I said, "No, no you're a mutt. I'm a hybrid." I got a lot of stares for that one though. But I have two serious questions: You have to be from where to be Portuguese? and WHAT THE HELL IS PORTUGESE! ARGH IT SUCKS BEING AN IDIOT!

I'm thinking of writing another story:

The Bachelorette- Kagome's best friend, Sango, tells her she needs a boyfriend (for the millionth time), so Kagome agrees to the idea Sango comes up with (just to shut her up, of course). The idea? To choose out of 10 guys her perfect mate.

It's better than you'd think and it just shows you what prime time tv can do for you. He he he...

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rewritten: 05-05-07