A/N: And I am back from the dead...hehe. Sorry...well, I hope you enjoy the chapter and thank you for taking the time to read.

Disclaimer: As much as I would love to possess Inuyasha and his adorable little ears, Rumiko Takahashi beat me to it. I don't own him, end of story.

Chapter 2: Wrong Side of the Bed

"Would you shut up and go die in a hole?"

Fine, that probably wasn't the nicest thing I've said before, but it definitely wasn't the meanest. In my defense, I would like to mention that I had a bad day. A hellish, shoot-myself-in-the-head type of bad day. And the Creep just wouldn't stop bothering me. I'll get back to that later.

The night before, I rested in an old bed, but a new room, fresh walls, and a strange house. Despite that, I vowed to have a good day tomorrow. Really, I sincerely wanted to start anew in this little town, but that's really hard to accomplish when you wake up in the morning and almost die. Alright, maybe death is a bit too extreme, but when you fall out of bed, awakening to the pulsing throb of pain, anyone would be cranky and probably think they died. Society didn't really help my mood either.

I went downstairs, as normal, endured incessant Mom questions, as normal, and walked to the bus stop while munching on toast. Also, as normal. Everything after that was not.

The bus was late, people were jerks, I ended up sitting next to the bus driver. Totally not cool. That was only the bus ride, and far from the lowlight of my day.

Losing the school map, I was late to first period, then sent to sit in the back with a bunch of troublemakers and attention whores. The recipient of my scathing remark (the Creep) happened to be in that bunch as well. I first became acquainted with him during the routine school crap.

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I had zoned out while the teacher rambled each student's name for attendance. Yawn yawn, boring boring.

"Ahem...ahem!"

Ouch...right on the temple. I glared at the teacher, who had thrown a whiteboard eraser at my head, which just so happened to hit the exact spot where my head and bedroom floor had collided during my graceful fall from bed.

"Higurashi Kagome, you are here, are you not?" The bespectacled instructor cast a look of distaste towards my general direction.

Fudge nuggets, I hadn't meant to draw attention to myself, especially on the first day when I had an image to uphold. Oh, and don't mind my baby swearing. I try to keep it clean.

To atone for my "sin", I stood up as fast as possible. "Here!" The class laughed.

"Announcing your presence while sitting down would have sufficed, you know." A bemused voice came from behind me. Before I could retort with witty (not-so-much) wordplay, he spoke again. "Are you sure you're in tenth grade? We have a kindergarten class right across the street. You could go nap with them." As an afterthought, he snickered: "Nice panties though, by the way."

My cheeks reddened as the class laughed along with him. I whirled around, incensed. "Ha, ha, that was original pervert. It's the school's damn fault! I would never have thought the budget cut was this bad. I mean, get us some proper uniforms for pete's sake!" I gestured to the skimpy skirt that refused to cover anything in spite of my desperate tugging. If I pulled it down any lower, it would have fallen right off.

Shit...

I finally saw his eyes. Condensed sun rays? Gold? I shivered. It was a perfect match. What the... Maybe what I saw that fateful moving day wasn't an illusion.