"There's a polar bear in my fridgidare..."

Kagome only half listened to the small girl recite her favorite poem from her childhood. Absentmindedly she tapped her pencil against her notebook doodling random designs around the poem she was currently working on.

If we were to meet tomorrow,
Would we recognize each other
As the star crossed lovers,
we are
Or would we pass on by,
forgetting,
What was or what will be?
Past meeting future
Future meeting eternity.
Give me life or give me death
Losing who we arein the moment
Lust turning to love,
or is it love turning to lust?
Forgetting who we are
Time, space, does it matter?
Forgetting,
If we were to meet tomorrow,
Would you recognize me, Romeo?
This girl your Juliet?
Forgetting who we are,
Forgetting your Rosalie, dear Capulet.

Though she had been told that the poem was horrible when she had only written the first five lines. Now sitting in her literature class she had decided that the poem really wasn't that bad and deserved a second look, despite what that handsome and rude man had said in the park, yesterday. Despite her resolve to forget about him, she couldn't.

"Miss Igarashi, would you like to recite your poem please?" the teacher called startling the ebony haired girl in the second row of the classroom.

Kagome nodded and stood taking the place of the last girl who had stood at the podium before her. She took a deep breath as she laid the paper that held her poem and a brief explanation as to why it was her favorite to which she had written one sentence. She looked up and her eyes scanned the sea of faces of her fellow classmates as she recited the poem she knew by heart.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
 I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
 I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
 I am in the graceful rush
 Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
 I am the starshine of the night.
 I am in the flowers that bloom,
 I am in a quiet room.
 I am in the birds that sing,
 I am in each lovely thing.
 Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

The classroom was silent as she moved back to her seat once she was done while her teacher looked at her with shocked confusion apparent on her face. She cleared her throat before calling on Kagome once more.

"Miss Igarashi, I believe the assignment was to recite a child's poem, and that was certainly not a child's poem!" she stated hotly.

"No," Kagome countered matching the teacher's own tone of voice, "you stated that we were to recite our favorite poem from our childhood, not specifically a child's poem."

The teacher opened her mouth to reply a few times before she gave up flustered, "Then tell me why is a bereavement poem your favorite as a child?"

Kagome looked up at her with a warm smile, "Because it was the poem that was read when my father passed away."

Surprise, followed closely by mild embarrassment flashed across the teacher's face before she called onto the next person to recite their poem. Kagome only resumed her sketching now completely tuning out the rest of the classroom. When the teacher dismissed class it was only the movement of everyone in the room to leave that alerted her that it was time to go. She just couldn't help but think of that mysterious man who had insulted her the other day and how much she wanted to prove to him that she wasn't a failure. For some reason having him thinking the worst of herself wasn't sitting right with her and she couldn't just shake off his insulting comments. What she hated most was that she had let him intimidate her so badly that she couldn't even stand up for herself. Growling with determination, she decided that the very next time she ran into him she would definitely give him a good piece of her mind. After all, she was Kagome Aiko Igarashi and she didn't let anyone tell her who she was. Smiling at that thought she realized that if she did then she wouldn't be here, she would be in med school like her mother had wanted. Much to her disappointment she hadn't followed her plans and made her own to fulfill her dream to become a famous musician.

"Kagome! Hey! Wait!"

She turned knowing that voice calling for her from down the hall and wasn't surprised to see her room mate pulling her boyfriend and fellow actor to be down the hall with her.

"Sango," she greeted with a laugh, "what's up? Where's the fire?"

"O.M.G. You will never guess what they just posted up on the drama board!" Sango gushed excitedly.

The drama board was the huge cork board that hung at the end of the drama hall next door to the auditorium. Though it also housed the choir classrooms as well, and aside from the fact that the hall itself only divided the building from the classrooms and the auditorium, it was still referred to as the Drama Hall. Also, unlike the dorms this building was built the same year as the main building of the school so it didn't stick out like a sore thumb, much to Kagome's delight.

"Um, Romeo and Juliet?" Kagome asked thinking about the music she was due to play for the upcoming event that had inspired her latest poem.

Sango shook her head and brushed the comment off with a wave of her hand finally letting go of her out of breath boyfriend, "Aside from that!"

"Um, I don't know," Kagome shrugged. "What?"

"The school is hosting a talent competition!" the brown haired girl gushed jumping up and down excitedly.

"Okay, so? They have that every year, didn't you know that?" Kagome asked with a slight raise of her eyebrow as she turned to walk towards the dorms.

"No, how'd you know that?" Sango asked confused.

"The talent show is open to the public for viewing and is known for attracting certain individuals looking to scout out and hire aspiring people such as musicians and actors," Miroku answered moving to walk so that Kagome was between himself and his erratic girlfriend.

"Oh," Sango said slightly disappointed that she didn't get to surprise her best friend like she wanted to. "Well anyway I was thinking that maybe we should totally enter, you know?"

"And do what?" Kagome asked incredulously. "The damn chicken dance?"

Sango and Miroku laughed, "No, nothing like that, silly. I was thinking we could form a band together, maybe calling ourselves Hyper Beat or something, maybe Shikon."

"Four souls?" Miroku asked confused. "But we're only three people."

"Then we'll just have to recruit someone then! What about your friend, you know the one that you're setting up with Kagome Friday?"

"What?" Kagome asked looked between the two who continued talking as though she wasn't there.

"Him?" Miroku wondered looking at her strangely. "I don't think so, he's probably already got a band."

"Well we'll need a drummer and he's the only on that we know of right now so it couldn't hurt to ask. I'll sing lead with you and Kagome as back up with you on the electric and Kagome on the bass," Sango replied thoughtfully before adding as an afterthought, "That kid comes up with the most wicked beats that we're sure to win with."

Miroku shrugged, "I suppose it's worth a shot."

"So who is this person you're setting me up on a date with?" Kagome asked finally, slightly worried.

"Oh don't worry," Miroku smirked finally remembering they had let the cat out of the bag on that thought, "I assure you he's the perfect gentleman, that is, when he wants to be."

"Yeah Kagome, I wouldn't let you go out with anyone who's worse than Miroku," Sango added with a giggle as they stepped inside the dorm building.

Miroku pouted, but Sango just smiled and kissed him before pushing him towards the stairs that led to the upper deck where the the boys rooms were. Kagome rolled her eyes and continued down the hall to their room leaving Sango to jog quickly to catch up to her. She continued babbling about the talent show with enthusiasm, but Kagome was only half listening. Her mind had drifted back to that angel of a man who had been dominating her thoughts lately. She wondered who he was, thinking perhaps he was a writer, to have been so critical, or perhaps he was just a really mean person. Perhaps he was so used to getting his way because of his looks for so long that he was so egotistical he felt he was important enough to judge others. She frowned as she began to think of different things to tell him how she felt about him if that were the case.

"Hello in there?" Sango called waving a hand in front of her face, snapping Kagome out of her thoughts.

"Huh?"

"I asked what was bothering you?" she replied concernedly. "You've had this look on your face like you're about to strangle someone."

"Oh, sorry," Kagome replied sheepishly as Sango unlocked their door. "I was just thinking about someone I ran into yesterday."

Sango smirked walking into the room, "I want details, was he cute?"

"I never said it was a guy," Kagome replied hotly, but blushing all the same.

"You didn't have to, that blush on your face, says it all," Sango giggled, kicking off her shoes under the foot of her bed and turning to her closet to change into her jogging clothes. "So what's his name?"

"I don't know," Kagome admitted sitting down on her bed heavily with her bag still on her shoulder, her eyes drifting away thinking about him. "He had really long hair that reached nearly to the middle of his back but it was braided, and it was the most amazing color of silver I've ever seen. It was almost like freshly fallen snow in the moonlight, but his eyes were like the sun. A deep rich color of gold that seemed to burn with his passion. He was a photographer, I think, because he had this really nice camera with him, but I noticed bits of paint under his nails when he handed me back the paper wad that I had unintentionally thrown at him," she sighed before falling backwards onto her twin mattress. "Oh and did I mention he was really buff? I mean not like a meat head that spends his days in the weight room but more like you could seriously tell he had muscle. Just looking at him I felt like he could kill me in an instant, but at the same time I just knew he wouldn't."

Sango chuckled in a knowing sort of way as she pulled on her jacket, now ready to go out on her usual evening run, "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were in love, Kagome."

Kagome shot up quickly with a surprised gasp, "I'm so not in love with that man! He was a total prick!"

Sango only shrugged, "Well you were just describing him like a character out a Harlequin romance rather than a prick you met on the streets."

Kagome could only glare out her friend as she quickly left the room. Though the days were beginning to lengthen she still only had maybe a couple of hours to get in her two mile run in before the sun set. Turning her glare out the window she resolved herself to think nothing more of the man, until she saw him again. Suddenly, she had the urge to finish her now over due history report and so she set to work pushing all other thoughts aside.

I'm really excited about this story as I haven't thought of the ending yet, though I've gotten most of it written, unlike my other story... I've hit writers block and so I dug this up and will be working on it until the jam my muse is in fixes itself. What can I say? That critter gets into some strange pickles. :)

Also, I've already gotten two reviews from BoxingBunny (love your reviews and yes all poetry/songs, aside from the bereavement poem in this chapter will be written by me because I want to be a bit more original than that with this fic) and rougeDevi in just the few hours the first chapter was posted so this one's for you!

Have fun, ja-ne minna!

Oh and P.S. Kagome's name is correct written as it is, but you'll find out why later along with why they're going to be OOCness floating around before too long, just to warn y'all.