AUTHORS NOTE: Hello readers! Heres Chapter 1!!
Enjoy!!!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Inu-Yasha characters, just my own.
Chapter One - Meetings (Part One)
Footsteps echoed in the front hall. A tiny, bug-eyed man stood near the front door. After hearing the sound, he hurriedly tried to smooth out the creases in his brown, worn-out suit. When his attempts failed, he frowned, clearly not happy with the out come.
The echoes soon grew louder from the butler's right as a young man appeared from a corridor. The butler lifted his head to see his employers face. The man must have been six times his height. The employer stood erect and distantly stared back at the butler.
The butler took a step or two before he said, "Good morning Sir. Are you going to school now?"
The man answered the question with his own. "Jaken, is my car out front?"
Jaken nodded. "Yes." He then quickly open and closed the front door as his employer walked. Jaken then clumsily ran down to catch up with him.
The man didn't seem to care if the little man was with him or not. He gracefully continued to walk down the steps, and pulled out his car keys as he reached the bottom step. The keys jangled lightly as he opened the car door of his silver Ford. He heard his butler hastily say, "Have a nice day Sir." Putting the keys in the ignition, he heard the car roar with life. Feeling his hands shake on the steering wheel, he paused. Knowing that he owns this car, this fast and powerful –not to mention expensive car, was under his control, he felt a rush of satisfaction fill his chest. But that soon disappeared, and he drove out of the driveway.
"What a lousy day." Josephine mumbled to herself.
This morning she woke up with migraine and her body tingled from falling off her bed. Not to mention all of this happened at four o'clock. She had a rush of adrenaline from the incident and couldn't go back to sleep. So she was and still is grumpy from the lack of sleep.
But that wasn't the worst part of the day. Because of her father's job, she had to move from place to place. However, it wasn't one of those moved to another city moves, it was a move to another country moves. Of course, she was with moving around, but the last move was where she had spent her childhood, and she felt sad she had to leave it so soon.
Anyways, she had to take a sixteen hour flight to Japan and had landed a few days ago. She was alright with the language. Before she came here she took some lessons.
But that wasn't the worst part of the day either. A few days ago, her dad had told her where she was going to school and had given her the directions. So, this morning, when she was all set and ready, she grabbed her keys and went outside.
Two years ago, she had saved enough money to buy a car –not a new car, but a car none the less. But she couldn't drive it then because she was too young, and she still is. She just couldn't drive without adult supervision.
Still, she new she shouldn't be driving to school without supervision, but she was grumpy, tired and impatient. And at the moment, she didn't care about the law.
So when she walked towards the driveway, expecting her used, lime green, Volkswagen Beetle out front, she saw nothing. She had felt furious, but then recalled that someone had phoned her yesterday, telling her that her car would be at a local garage near by, waiting for her to pick it up.
And because of that, she has to walk to school. She has been walking to school for forty minutes and she still hasn't reached it yet.
Josephine checked her directions. She had just turned the last corner and should be able to see the school. Her father had told her that it was massive and that only the rich and famous could be in it. She had asked him how she was able to go to this school. He replied, "I know one of the staff members, she pulled some strings. So Joe, you better behave."
She lifted her head to see a row of large trees in the distance, and pass that she saw the top half of the school. It was bricked in shades of white and red. She guessed it was three levels. The windows were evenly spaced out, and square shaped. She was a bit disappointed at the sight before her, she had expected something grand and flashy. But Josephine was wrong, it's as ordinary as any other high school.
As she continued walking, an increasing noise buzzed in her ear. She turned around to see a silver car drive past her. The silver car was sleek and the windows were slightly tinted black. She couldn't tell who the driver was, but could distinguish that it was a guy. As she watched it pass her, the rear end wheel drove across a huge puddle.
Then everything was in slow motion. Josephine watched but realized too late what was happening. She watched the mucky water rising off the ground and slowly flying towards her. Her tiny mouth formed a silent Nooo! and cringed as it drowned her from head to toe.
Then everything was back to normal.
The car sped off towards the school.
And Josephine just stood there.
Watching it drive away.
She then turned her gaze to herself. Her shoes were soaked, including her socks and her jeans and everything else that is on her. The water felt lukewarm and it smelled like mud and grass and compost. She grabbed a clump of her sweater and twisted. Small drips of water fell on to the sidewalk.
Joe considered of going back home, but thought otherwise. She was here and she might as well get it over. Besides, as she walked on, she contemplated on what she was going to do to the driver.
As she reached the parking lot, her eyes scanned for the silver Ford. She spotted it parked not far from her. She didn't expect the driver to still be in the car, it had taken her a good fifteen minutes to reach the school. When she reached it, she paused and admired the car. It is a very nice car, the driver had good taste. She just wished she could see the look on the driver's face when she did this.
She pulled her leg back and kicked the rear end corner of the car, just above the bumper. She took a step back and admired her handiwork. She had left a good, visible dent on the car. Sure, she did feel a twinge of guilt at what she had just done. But she reasoned that the driver drove on that puddle on purpose. Surely anyone with a good heart would understand, given the situation. The teen then walked away, happy with her little revenge.
"Kagome, did you hear the news?" A tall girl with long brown hair asked. She stopped next to her friend's open locker. Her book bag hung from her shoulder.
"Yeah. I mean, when I heard the rumors, I thought someone made it up. I didn't think they would actually be true." Her friend answered. She bent down and grabbed a small book from the bottom of her locker and stuffed it in her backpack.
"I'm as surprised as you are, none of us expected it. I heard the person was supposed to come today too." She paused before starting again, "We all agreed yesterday that we should go and see the transfer student… Well, everyone but Inuyasha." The brunette stated. She watched Kagome zip up her backpack and sling it over her shoulder.
Kagome rolled her eyes, "I'm sure he agrees also, but is just too stubborn to admit it. Besides, if we don't go, the other students would eat the transfer alive."
Kagome cringed inwardly, remembering last year, the first time she walked into here. Everywhere she went, all the students had stared at her as if she was an alien. Well, not all of them, some students were nice towards her. But most of them were distant to her. Some of them even played some 'pranks' on her. Luckily, Inuyasha and the others were there to help her. She frowned lightly, remembering what they had called 'pranks', but she shrugged the memories away and closed her locker.
"Did you also hear about the other rumor?" Her friend asked. The two girls began walking down the hallway.
"Yeah, but I thinks that's a rumor-rumor Sango. I don't think they would allow two people to transfer here in the same year. Besides, when I got the scholarship to come here, the teachers told me that they had done this a handful of times since the school was built. And it was built like, I don't know, seventy years ago? Maybe more?" Kagome waited, then started again, "I don't think that the principal would accept two people. Having already two people here who don't originally go to this school –at the same time -is odd enough. But to have three people –me, and two transfer students in just two years is very unusual." Kagome deducted.
"Yes but, the people in the past were accepted close to when the school was built. Maybe our principal decided to let more people into the school, who knows." Sango wondered out loud.
"I wasn't saying it wasn't possible… just.. Why now? After all these years." The dark-haired girl glanced out a window they were passing.
"All I am saying is that it could be true."
Then the first bell rang and they quickly rushed towards their first class.
"Office office office… Now where's the office…" Josephine muttered to herself. Her father had told her to go to the office when she reached the school. No problem, she thought then. Not a problem at all. Except when she walked in, expecting the office to be next to the entrance of the school, she saw nothing. There wasn't even a map of the school (which is odd right there). All she saw was brochures on a side table and a bunch of photos and drawings hanging on the walls and in glass cases.
Alright, she thought, maybe it's around the corner. So she turned a corner and she found the office. Pleased, she turns the knob only to find it locked. Confused, she jiggles the knob to make sure she wasn't imaging it. Josephine does this until she becomes annoyed. She gives a huff and stands back to observe the door.
Then she felt stupid.
She was so fixated on the door knob, she didn't notice the sheet of paper taped on the door:
DO NOT ENTER.
THIS ROOM IS BEING REFURNISHED.
OFFICE IS TEMPERAIRLY IN ROOM 104
"…Well that was embarrassing." Josephine mumbled while glancing around to make sure no one saw her. But, because she had arrived at school twenty minutes after school had begun, everyone was in their classrooms. She then walked away, her wet shoes squeaking while she looked for room 104.
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As Josephine entered the temporary office, a young blonde woman behind a large desk looked up and smiled. When Josephine got closer to the secretary, one of the woman's eyebrows flashed up as she noticed her damp clothes. Josephine replied, "I fell."
"You must be Miss Josephine Swan?" She presumed. Josephine nodded.
"Here's your timetable and seeing as this is you're first time to this school, you don't have attend any classes today. Just look around today." As she kept on talking she pulled out my timetable and some other sheets and placed them on the counter. Josephine took them and looked through the papers all the while half-listening to the woman. "Get used to the school, find your locker and classes –you know, the basics. Also, if you run in to any kind of trouble, don't be afraid to tell me."
Joe nodded. "Alright, I guess I'll get going then." She smiled to the lady then walked to the door.
"Oh. Would you like to borrow a towel? You can give it back when you leave." The secretary asked, pulling out a small white towel from one of her shelves.
"No thanks, I'm almost dry anyways." Then Josephine left to look around.
AUTHORS NOTE: If you see any grammar mistakes, please tell me!