Disclaimer: snorts yeah right... oh wait... I actually have to say it?? Of come on!! I think we all know by now I, or anyone else on ff, own Inuyasha. Seriously now...

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I'll never forget the day I met him. It is sad to say that some of the details have escaped me throughout the years, but I remember the vast majority of it. It was the beginning of the second semester of my Fresman year. With the new start came many students who were switching classes. Manily becuase they couldn't pull off their honors classes and had to be moved down. Some came up in the course though, those who could ace their current classes if they were dead.

I had always been an all A's honor student, and because of my A in Math my teacher, whoes name escapes me, suckered me into turoring a student who was moving up from standered to honors. The honors class was a couple chapters ahead of the standered classes, so said student would have to be caught up. The turtoring would be during the twenty minute study hall everybody had after lunch. I can remember praying that the person already knew the material, because in all honesty I did not want to spend my homwork time catching up some kid who probably thought he was all that.

I can recall little things, such as how the room reeked of bleach,oh how the smell made me gag. Or how the bookcase was crammed with old textbooks that would probably un-ravel if you so much as looked at them funny. I had never been in that room before that day, it was in the main hallway in an alvove like part of the hallway. It's hard to explain, just picture a room that you would never notice unless you were looking for it, and even then you could eaisly miss it, which I often did.

He was late, or mabey I was early, either way I know I was growing impatient and was just about to storm out. Being patient wasn't, and still isn't, one of my virtues. Thats when he ran in. Black, glossy hair that hung down to his lower waist. Tanned skin and the smallest trickel of sweat running from his forhead down to his jaw line,which in retrospect is an odd thing to remember. Mostly, I noticed his eyes. A deep violet color that seemed to search your soul and saw everything you had ever done, good or bad. Sure that sounds cliche and like something from a cheesy romance novel, but thats what I thought.

Locking eyes with me, he grined sheepishly.

"Hey, you must be my math tutor, I'm Takihashi Inuyasha."

It occured to me he didn't know who I was, it didn't click right away though. Suddenly I felt self-concious, as I usually did when I met a new person back then. All of the air rushed out of me and my mouth hung open like a complete moron. Somehow I had managed to chock out my name. Then afterwards hating how I had stuttered. He thought it was amusing and grinned. I remember that pissed me off a little bit.

The rest is a blur to me, the twenty minutes passed quick enough. He was quick to catch on, and I guessed that he would be completly caught up soon enough. Good news for me at the time, homework was a bitch to do at home. Souta was loud and Grandpa was always ranting about one thing or another. So my study hall was greatly appreachiated, granted I was one of the few who used my time wisely. Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. Later that day I noticed he was in my sixth period World History class. I didn't talk to him, he had friends, friends way above me in the social latter.

Now belive me when I say this, I was never one to hang out with only one crowd. I was the kid who got along with everyone. A drifter or whatever you want to all it. Yet, there was a line where it was understood I couldn't cross. Talking to Inuyasha was definatly across that line. He was on the basketball team, and even though he was a Freshman everyone could tell he would be one of the star players when he got older. I was destined to be on the math team, once I became a Sophomore and was eligable. He was the kid that sat in the back and got into trouble because he fell asleep, I always sat in the front and could answer the question nine out of ten times. He was a social butterfly (even though that sounds un-masculan, but thats the only way to put it) I was the girl that had friends, but stuck to myself. We were opposites, and I was okay with that. He was a nice guy, but I never expected us to go past the acknowleging head nod in the hallway.

Turns out, I'm bad at guessing things. I was wrong, and it's all becuase of that stupid pen. If not for that seemingly harmless object, my life would of probably turned out diffrently, but hey, I'm not complaining.