A/N: seppuku- ritual of ancient samurai, taking one's life to preserve honor
Disillusionment
He was a douche. A prick, a bully, a JERK.
In her first day at school, Kagome received the coldest welcome that she thought could only happen in sappy teenage movies. The warm, boyish prince transformed into a Royal Ice Prick, and Kagome even tried to IGNORE the signs that were glaring at her,
but as the days passed by, everything went downhill.
Whenever she would meet him in the hallway, she received a glare from him that could prompt seppuku in the masses.
Whenever she tried to melt his unexplained loathing with a genuine smile, he would deflect it with a downturn frown, her smile ricocheting off the window, burning under the sun as if it were a nasty parasite that he only wished would die.
He even had spies to investigate her! What did he think she was, Evil Yakuza? Her best friend Sango, sympathizing with her plight, offered to dig a grave in Kagome's backyard (to bury chibi Sesshomaru, not the actual Sesshomaru, kami no...) But Kagome would only stare at the only picture she kept from the night of the party: A smirking Sessh, arm around a smiling poop-clad girl, and her bleedingheart-dove self would sigh and try to find reason in the sudden shift of personality.
Maybe in their previous lifetime she did an unforgivable act against him, such as stealing his lollipop?
Finally there was a point she had come to the conclusion that he just hated her face.
With much gloominess she silently tucked chibi Sesshomaru-chan and their picture in a deep corner in her drawer, to be locked up and forgotten, along with her feelings of the beginnings of first love she thought she would have.
And so she chose to ignore him and his scathing doucheness, and continued on with her life for three months, not even letting Toga know about her disillusionment (it would break his heart).
But everything changed,
the day the sakura trees bloomed.
