A/N:

Truth be told, my imagination dries up during the mid-summer and school year.

Shitty excuse but it sounds better than I love procrastinating...? *laughs nervously*

Sorry...


Chapter Two — Demon


In all honesty, Kagome hadn't intended to accidentally collide with what could be identified as a human missile.

Really, she hadn't.

She just had the worst luck—or was the luckiest, it depended on how you viewed it—in attracting the weirdest things.

Even with her sharp eyes, well-trained in catching the movements of others, it was really unbelievable to her that she managed to find someone almost as fast as Miroku in her own era.

He was the exact opposite though.

While Miroku had short, tamed hair the same shade as a raven's feathers and exotic-looking plum eyes, and towered over her, this unknown boy, was her height if not a tad shorter, with unruly hair that spiked outwards like a mace and rather common light brown eyes.

Still.

The boy was quite fast.

So she watched him, unashamed, as he sped through the hallway and turned sharply around the colour with fear written all over his face.

She couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

"It's like he saw a demon."

She snorted at her own comparison.

Like there would be demons, of all 'mythical' things, in her era that she didn't know about.

She really did laugh at that thought.

How hilarious would it be, if there was demon in her school and she didn't know?