I had the same dream again. I woke up this time with a shortened breath. It was a bit too early to start getting ready, but I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, especially with those dark eyes poisoned in my mind.

I walked to school, even if I was an hour earlier than usual. It was a foggy day and hard to see ahead of me. It fit my mood perfectly.

I wonder why Inuyasha was so rude to Kikyo yesterday. Well, yeah, I'd be pissed if some random guy put his hand on me the first time I met him. But the way he reacted. He was so blunt and mean. He could have retreated from her in a more polite manner.

His eyes are beautiful. I can still remember the black speckles scattered around his golden eyes. The uniqueness of them drew me toward his gaze. I don't think I've stared at someone for such a long period of time. He seemed so mysterious, which makes me want to find more about him. When he walked by me, he gave off a different…feeling. It's as I was drawn to him, connected to him somehow.

I'm crazy, aren't I?

I was eager to see him again, almost to the point where I was running now. Why was I acting this way? I don't even see him in the morning.

I arrived at the vacant school. Only a few students were sitting on benches, some with textbooks stretched on their laps doing their homework, others listening to music. I shook my backpack off and put in on an empty bench. I sat down and leaned my head back.

I wonder where Inuyasha came from. Does he have any brothers or sisters? What kind of music does he like? Does he like to dance? Where does he live?

Why am I so interested in him?

I ripped out a piece of paper out of my binder and wrote in large, capital letters:

MISSION INUYASHA

I laughed out loud after I wrote it. How silly of me. How I wanted to know everything about him. Maybe he's a jerk. But how will I ever know? Maybe this will be a way to get to know him.

I'll find out everything about him. Somehow. I'll observe what he does in classes, what he does at lunch time and between passing periods. This would make me a stalker. But not in a bad way, right? I'm way too shy to even approach him so this isn't such a bad thing to do. Like I said, observing.

Or obsessing, however you would like to put it.

That's when I sensed him. I looked up and saw him crossing the school yard. I took my chance to make my first entry.

7:14 A.M. Wednesday December 13

Inuyasha is wearing a blue tee and jeans. He dresses nice and simple.

Inuyasha's right hand held his folder and his other hand was in his pocket.

Inuyasha laid down on the grass, put his folder (black) on his chest, and put his hands behind his head.

I folded the piece of paper and stuffed it in my pocket. I still have ten minutes to go.

Inspired by Inuyasha, I threw my things under the bench and laid down on the bench, though my legs hung over. I was hoping to guess cloud shapes, but the sky is filled with gray. I couldn't tell if it was going to rain or not.

I peeked over Inuyasha's way and saw him staring at me. It was as if he was right in front of me. I could see his eyes perfectly, his golden orbs shining, even though the sun wasn't even out. I didn't feel uncomfortable, though. The feeling was very familiar. Maybe from yesterday? Right when my lips were turning upward, though, he quickly looked away. He stood up, grabbed his folder, and left into the entrance of the school.

Did I do something wrong? I must have. Why would he have left? All I did was smile. Maybe I had something in my teeth. Or…or…

I took out the piece of paper again and wrote:

7:21 A.M.

Inuyasha and I stare at each other for who knows how long (seconds, minutes?), but when I smile, he leaves.

Strange.

The bell rang and I put the piece of paper back in my pocket. I wonder if I should tell Sango or Miroku about MISSION INUYASHA. No. It's too embarrassing, even to tell my best friends. I'm sure they have secrets that I don't know which I'm fine with. This will be my own secret.

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"We are starting a new project today that I think most of you will like," Mrs. Kelly announced to the class. Welcome to my favorite class, art. Did I mention I'm an excellent artist? I love to draw, mostly of nature. It's very green where I live, where there are many peaceful meadows and it's not very busy. Our city's population is only 981, which is very small compared to others. I like it.

"We're making a scrapbook. It's a scrapbook about your past. Your favorite childhood toy, when you first lost your tooth, anything you like. You may add photos, articles, whatever, but it must be creative and original. It must be ten pages…"

Mrs. Kelly kept explaining, but I tuned her out. I couldn't help think:

My past.

This is not fair. Why can't we choose our own scrapbook idea? Does it have to be about our past? I know nothing of it, I don't remember a thing! How was I ever going to explain this to Mrs. Kelly?

What kind of project is this anyways? I thought this was an art class, not a cut and paste sort of class. This is unbelievable!

"Today you will brainstorm ideas and we will get started right away tomorrow. I suggest your bring all your materials tomorrow. Raise your hand if you need anything." She started towards her desk, but I shot my hand in the air right away.

She sighed, "Yes, Ms. Higurashi?"

I motioned her to come closer, showing that it was a private question. She walked over to my desk.

"Um," I stammered. This is harder than I thought. "I, um, kind of, um, don't remember…my um…childhood."

She bursted out laughing. I'm not even joking. She's clenching onto her stomach and laughing. I don't find anything funny about this.

"Mrs. Kelly?" I asked, trying to make her stop. The whole class is staring now. How totally embarrassing.

"Sweetie," Mrs. Kelly managed to squeal, "Everyone can remember their childhood. I can even remember what I did on my eighth birthday, you must remember something. Now how about you get to work and next time you raise your hand, make it worth my time." She left my desk, still chuckling.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Of course some people don't remember their past. Hasn't she ever seen 50 First Dates? Maybe I was in some kind of car accident and forgot my past. Who knows? I would absolutely love to know, but somehow nothing I can find connects.

Good job Mrs. Kelly, you're now on my bad list.

Not that I have a bad list, but you've certainly inspired me to start one!

I sighed and twirled my pencil. What was I going to do? I suppose I can make up my past. I'll make it so absurd too. I smiled and took out my pencil.

Normally I would have become depressed and mopey after Mrs. Kelly scene, but for some reason I'm really looking forward to this project. I'll make it fun.

10 Most Unforgettable Memories

1. I fell from the sky.

2. At the age of two, I read the Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkein

three times.

3. I met my first best friend, an ant named Fred.

4. I stole a TV from the mall at the age of six.

5. My parents bought me a car at the age of ten.

6. I made out with a guy (who I only knew one day) when the clock striked

midnight on New Years.

7. He went to jail the next day for stealing a car.

8. My parents divorced and got back together (eight times).

9. I went to an awards show with Brad Pitt.

10. I started a mission.

At least one of them is true.

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"Please Sango! Just one bite!" Miroku begged. Sango continued to eat her turkey sandwich without even acknowledging Miroku.

"Here Miroku, you can have some of mine," I offered out of pity. Was Sango ever going to like Miroku, let alone give him a bite of her sandwich?

"Thanks my-very-best-friend-who's-nice-enough-to-even-say-hello." I saw Sango smile, but took another bite to hide it.

"Aw!" Sango sighed. I raised my eyebrows, showing I was a bit confused. "Inuyasha is sitting all alone." I turned in the direction Sango was looking at. She was right.

His strikingly black hair was gorgeous as ever. He was eating ramen. I must remember to write this down. He doesn't have many good manners, though. He's eating as if he hasn't eaten in days. I can see pieces of noodle fall out of his mouth while he's chewing with his mouth open.

"Looks like someone has a crush," Miroku smirked. I snapped my head back around and glared at him. My red cheeks are probably giving away my bluff, though.

So I have a tiny crush. So what? It doesn't mean anything. I'm just interested about things he likes, what he does for fun, you know, simple stuff like that.

Miroku doesn't need to know that, though.

"No I don't!" I retorted.

"He's not that bad looking, you know," Sango said, surveying Inuyasha.

Miroku's eyes widened. "You like him Sango? I've heard he does drugs and..umm…uses girls."

"Someone's jealous," I muttered. I took a sip of my drink and looked innocently at Miroku.

Like a five year old, he stuck his tongue out at me.

"He's looking at you," Sango whispered. I turned around, wanting to look into his eyes once again. He was picking at his food and looking down when I found him. I sighed and picked at my food as well.

"A guy as good looking as him would never like a girl like me."

"Prove it," Sango said. I furrowed my eyebrows. What did she mean?

"Explain…" I laid my chin in my hands and leaned forward.

"You're always saying how people automatically hate you and…"

"They do," I interrupted.

"Well," Sango continued, "then I suppose if you go and sit down and eat your lunch with Inuyasha, he will automatically hate you."

"Yes." I do honestly believe people automatically don't like me. I remember when this year began I introduced myself to a girl named Rosa, who mostly keeps to herself. I wanted a good start to the year and attempt to make a few friends, but when I said hello, she replied, "Go away."

I was surprised. She seemed like such a nice person. The year before I overheard her small conversations with people, and she was very polite. And what do I get? A "go away."

"I beg your pardon?" I asked in shock. Maybe I heard wrong.

"What part of go away don't you understand?"

I stared in mortification. I figured she was in a bad mood. I went back to my seat, but not before noticing a girl walking towards Rosa.

"I like your hair," the girls said. Rosa had her darkish brown hair in two braids that rested on her shoulders. I waited for Rosa to snap her head in half.

"Thanks. I like yours too."

I stared once again, jaw wide open.

"Was this a joke?" I remember thinking. Why was she polite to her and not to me? For crying out loud, I just said hello! Was I supposes to compliment her or something?

I never talked to her again.

This is not the only crazy thing that happened to me. People avoid eye contact with me (though for some reason Inuyasha had no problem). People will literally raise their hand and ask the teacher to sit somewhere else if they end up sitting by me. The teacher doesn't need an explanation either. They know it's because of me.

"Then prove it. Go sit with Inuyasha." Sango put the remainder of my lunch on my tray and flicked her fingers at me, shooing me away.

"Fine, I will!" I took my tray and walked away from the table. What the hell am I doing?

Before I knew it, though, I stood across from Inuyasha. He stopped eating. I gulped. I can't believe I'm doing this.

He looked up. He stared at me looking rather confused.

"Um…hi," I mumbled.

He didn't answer.

Now this was awkward.

He was still staring at me with his amazing eyes. He no longer looked confused. He just stared blankly at me. Should I say something else?

On no, maybe he's trying to think of a way to get rid of me. Would he just hurry up with his excuse so I can prove Sango wrong?

To my utter surprise, he looked down and continued to eat his ramen. To be exact, his third bowl of ramen.

I sat down and set my tray on the table. My stomach was fluttering so much I thought I was going to throw up my sandwich right in front of him.

He didn't seem to mind me sitting down. He hasn't looked up yet, anyways. I've lost my appetite at about this point, so I took a sip (a long one) of my soda. I bit down on the straw.

We sat there silently for the rest of lunch. Even after Inuyasha finished with his food, he never got up to throw it away. Instead he fiddled with his fork. He's looked up four times (yes, I counted) and we would stare at each other for a moment, but then look down again. And every time we looked down I was so eager to look in his eyes again. The fifth time I looked at him, though, I blinked and saw the eyes from my dream. And every time I blinked after that the eye appeared before me.

I screamed and fell back. I forced my eyes open-wide, not wanting to see them again.

"Go away, go away," I repeated. I couldn't stand it anymore, and I blinked again. The eyes were still there. Sango appeared by my side.

"Are you ok Kagome?"

I couldn't see her anymore since my eyes were blurred with tears. I stood up (without blinking) and saw that Inuyasha was gone. I dared to blink again, but the eyes weren't there his time. I blinked multiple times, but all I saw was darkness.

Sango shook me and snapped me out of my daze. "What did he do to you?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"You're lying, I know it. You're crying because he hurt you, am I right? I'm so sorry Kagome! I should have never…"

I put my hand over her mouth.

"He said absolutely nothing, nor did he hurt me in any way." At least not that I know of.

"Oh," was all she replied.

How come the eyes come when Inuyasha's around, but they disappear when he leaves. There is no way he is causing that to happen. That can't be possible.

"I have to go," I told Sango and left. I didn't bother throwing my trash away.

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Mission Inuyasha

12:30 P.M.

I've noticed Inuyasha rubs his neck a lot, or he'll fiddle with his pencil. Always in constant motion.

12:44 P.M.

My English teacher asked Inuyasha a question (though I don't know what the question was, since all I paid attention to was Inuyasha's name). Inuyasha shrugged.

She called on another person.

12:46 P.M.

Inuyasha leaned back to stretch. His long hair lay on my desk. I took the opportunity to feel it (without him knowing, of course).

His hair is real.

1:14 P.M.

Inuyasha looked at me and I sensed sadness in his eyes. He looked down on his desk and drew a doodle, though I couldn't tell what it was.

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I walked down home straight after school. Usually, Sango will drive me either to her place or mine. She's so lucky she has a driving license. Who knows when I'm going to get mine. Depends if my mom will ever let me.

I walked by the park and observed the people. Kids were playing with their friends or talking with their parents happily. I didn't have any memories of any sort. I couldn't remember any friends I had younger.

Why?

I looked ahead and saw a man walking in my direction. He looked at me and smiled. I stared at him until he passed me and didn't dare look back.

I've seen that man before. I know I have…I must have. He looked so incredibly familiar…I feel like I know him from…something. Maybe I've walked by him before or I'm having some weird déjà vu. But I'm sure I know him more than that.

I'm loosing my mind.

I blinked and once again the black eyes appeared. It's like the eyes only come when I look at someone. There is no way possible, like I said before, that can be true. Maybe I'm mentally still scared of the dream and so it comes back to haunt me at random times.

I finally arrived home. I set my things by the kitchen table and right when I was about to leave, I saw a note with my name on it.

Kagome,

I need you to go to the grocery store for me. I won't be back until around 10 so you're also going to have to make dinner for yourself. I left you money and a list of groceries.

Thanks Kags.

Love,

Mom

I groaned. Right when I was about to take a nap too.

I stashed the money and the list into my pocket and headed out.

The air was getting cooler and the clouds were darkening. It was going to rain tonight. I'll have to hurry.

Fifteen minutes later the market appeared across the street. I was about to walk down the cross walk when I saw men down an alley beating on some poor man. I walked over to the bus stop and pretended I was waiting. I peeked back to the two scary men and recognized the one getting beaten up.

I gasped. It was Inuyasha.