Secret Love
Chapter 2: Inuyasha Takahashi
A boy with long silver hair stood looking out of his bedroom window. His room consisted of a large king sized bed with a raven black comforter, a black dresser, a black desk, a black flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, and a black bookcase. His walls were painted red, and he had dark red carpeting.
He was known as Inuyasha Takahashi, AKA the richest boy at Shikon High. He was a senior, 18 years old. He was smart, handsome, and boy was he strong! He had a girlfriend that went by the name of Kikyo Miko. (Sorry, couldn't come up with a good name!)
He walked over to his desk and picked up the school books. He shook his head and grabbed his black backpack. (Is it just me or does he love black?!)
He jogged down the stairs to the kitchen. This kitchen consisted of stainless steel appliances, a large table, and a flat screen TV mounted up on the wall.
His older brother, Sesshoumaru, was sitting at the kitchen table sipping some coffee.
"You've awaken, Half-breed…" Sesshoumaru said not looking away from the TV, which was currently on the news.
"I ain't in the mood for your crap today Sesshoumaru. It's the first day of school." Inuyasha huffed as their chef handed him a plate of food. He sat down and started gnawing on his bacon.
"Well aren't you a happy one today!" A female said as she walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, hey Kikyo." Inuyasha said not looking away from the TV.
Kikyo smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
"You ready yet?" she asked grabbing her backpack.
"Yeah, come on." He said as he got up and grabbed his backpack and books.
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Inuyasha walked to his locker and dialed the combination, opened it up, and tossed his books inside.
"Hey dude!" he heard his best friend, Miroku, say as he walked up.
"What's up Miroku!" He said as he shit his locker.
"Come on, lets get going to homeroom, im sure there are lots of hot new girls!" Miroku said as he winked at Inuyasha.
"Uh, Miroku, I already have a girlfriend."
"That's what makes it fun!" Miroku laughed. Inuyasha rolled his eyes and followed after his friend.
He froze when he entered the classroom and saw a girl sitting in her desk with a journal and pen in hand. She was a delicate kind of beauty. She had long, raven black hair, gourgeous deep brown eyes, and rosy cheeks. He noticed her uniform was old and tattered, not to mention to filthy. He walked over and took the seat next to her.
"Hi." Was all he said.
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Thanks for reading, now I got to go do the next chapter of "The Teardrops On Her Guitar." Cya!
-Inusdaughter15