Flows From Heaven to the Soul

Author 's Note: I am of course extremely grateful to the following:

Odi et amo., sweet-, sessy, sphinx, and Hizashino Hana

I know I haven't exactly put any "disclaimers", but I feel it's quite obvious that I don't own Inuyasha. Also, a warning about some "language" in this chapter. I am looking forward to exposing more and more as we proceed with the story. Thank you for your patience.

Chapter 4 : Theme One

Kuroyama High School

Class had not been very much fun that day. Things were never as much fun when Yura was in a bad mood. Although she normally had a sour disposition, today was definitely one of her moodiest days. Being the inconsiderate, foul person that she was, she decided it was fitting to take her anger out on her classmates. "I hate all of you bitches!" Yura had her comb engulfed in her vise like grip. "Every single one of you. If I had it my way I'd have my parents kick all of your filthy peasant families off of our property." Even though there was still a good five minutes of their independent study period left, Yura packed up her things and shoved her way through the desks and out the door.

There was a collective, and very audible, sigh when the door closed shut behind Yura. "What is her problem this time?" A guy sitting next to Rin shouted out to the rest of the class.

A girl sitting near the front of the class waved her hand in the air. "I know, I know!" She beckoned the class forward and peered back at the door to make sure Yura wasn't thinking about returning anytime soon. "I have a cousin who was at a shop near the Nota music studio yesterday. Apparently Ms. Yura couldn't exactly bribe her way into winning the contest. My cousin said she heard her screaming and throwing things around and then this really tall student of Mr. Itou's had to pick her up and carry her out."

"Are you serious?" Another girl sitting across the room started to laugh. "That really doesn't sound like something Yura would let happen to her. Not that she doesn't deserve it!" The entire classroom started to roar with claps and laughter of approval. Rin sat back and smiled as she looked out the window. As the bell rang to signal the end of the independent study period, Rin picked up her backpack and decided to visit the Nota music studio that afternoon.

Nota music studio

Mr. Itou looked at the clock in his office: 3:10 PM. Sesshoumaru was already 10 minutes late for his lesson and for helping him sort through another three boxes full of entries. Opening his top drawer he took out a small envelope; it was the winning entry from Tuesday by a mother. What made it special out of all the other things they had read yesterday was the fact that it was a plight not for the writer, but for another person. The first selfless entry so far.

Dear Mr. Itou,

It is not for myself that I write this entry into your contest; I write this for my blind son. He is a very good boy, but life has not reciprocated any kindness upon him. My husband died recently so I must struggle to keep our small apartment and buy vitamins for my son's health. He does not go to school because teachers don't have enough patience to help him. The doctors say the disease that caused him to go blind will most likely take his life within the next year or so. I would love to give him the opportunity to learn to play the piano. That way, when he is in heaven, I can hear his music all around me.

Mr. Itou looked at the clock again: 3:20 PM. Still no word or sight of his wayward apprentice. Tired of waiting around Mr. Itou walked to his piano room and sat down at the bench in front of the grand piano. Rubbing his hands together he thought of random songs to play.

Outside Rin was worried about the silence. She had been standing there a little while and hadn't heard a thing. She wondered if anyone was inside or if Yura might possibly stop by again that afternoon.

Around the corner, Sesshoumaru was pushing 70 mph on the city streets to make it to the studio after a detention. Rounding the corner he parked on the opposite street and hopped out of his car. As he rushed across the street he saw a girl standing in front of the studio window. "I thought I told you that you can't just win this competition with money. Are you stupid or something?"

Rin's breathing almost stopped. She turned around and saw a tall man with long silvery hair. A youkai! Turning to face the glass window of the studio again she panicked even more as she saw an old man she assumed to be Mr. Itou step into view. "I... I... sorry." She bowed quickly and ran as fast as she could down the street.

Mr. Itou opened the door to his studio. "First of all Sesshoumaru you are late. Second of all, was that Yura again? I just received a phone call from her earlier today. She's a persistent girl for that matter."

Sesshoumaru brushed past Mr. Itou. "First of all I know I'm late. I had a detention. Don't ask. Second of all, that wasn't Yura. She has longer hair and she wasn't wearing a pound of makeup. Let's just hope that she isn't going to bother us too. How many boxes today?"

"Three... but they're larger than yesterday." Mr. Itou closed the door behind him. "Do you want the same thing as yesterday or beef donburi?"

Sesshoumaru sat down in the office chair and groaned. "Beef donburi." He took off his black leather jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white collared shirt. Taking in a deep breath he grabbed an envelope and ripped it open. "Here we go again."

Yura's, Rin's and others' entries will be featured. I won't write this entire story day by day like this and the chapters will eventually get longer. I'm using this particular set up to stretch out the contest a little and introduce some characters and plot schemes. Thank you again!

Ina Moramento