A/N: I don't believe this! Just when I've finally found time to continue with the story and I get writer's block!? Not fair! (wailing) I'm probably suffering from accumulated fatigue and stress, because I keep on dozing off while writing this chapter. Or maybe because it's a boring chapter…?

To whiterose03: yeah, sometimes I can't help but wonder if there's some type of conspiracy against the students going on among the teachers, because they sure make life a living hell. If you do mention my story and recommend it for others to check out, I'd really appreciate it. ^___^ Oh, and thanks for the reviews too! (hug hug)

No!! I've just scared away another reader……..___

Although I don't really get a lot of reviews, I'll still try to continue with the story, simply because. @__@ (like that makes a lot of sense) Anyways, I still thank all those who has read my story or reviewed it. Love ya all! (No! I don't mean it THAT way. Don't flee!)

Disclaimer: (Biting my handkerchief, tears welling) Inuyasha, why aren't you mine? Oh, life is simply too sad to bear….

Chapter 7

The silver-haired teen raced down the flight of stone steps without a glance back at the shrine. He did not care about what Kagome would think of him for fleeing like a frightened dog or about the possibility that he might trip and tumble the long way down and break his neck for running recklessly downward. All he could think of at the moment was to get as far away from the place as possible.

He continued running even after he reached the streets. Rounding the corner and passing a few blocks, he finally slowed down to a halt and bent down, hands on his knees, to catch his breath.

"What the hell WAS that?" He managed to wonder out loud as soon as his breathing eased to normal.

Raising his right hand that had held the sword not long before, he inspected it carefully against the receding twilight. Nothing looked out of place. His skin colour looked normal, his fingers were still intact, and nothing abnormal had protruded out of his flesh. He wasn't harmed or affected in any way. Well, perhaps emotionally affected, but not physically.

What exactly happened back there in that storage house?

How could a sword emit such strong light and send that strange current all the way from his fingertips down to his spine just from a mere touch? What did he do to it? No, he didn't do anything.

Could it have been a magic trick of some sort set up to give him a scare? Yeah right, like Kagome could predict that he would knock the thing over by accident. Plus, shrine keepers would never mess around with guarded artifacts, let alone using one to play a trick.

Maybe there were electric currents flowing through the sword and he had gotten electrocuted…? Even he knew that way too far-fetched.

Then what?

The things that Kagome had said to him when showing him around popped into his head. She had mentioned something about the ancient artifacts containing a certain power… So maybe that sword had some kind of special power locked up within it and was released when he held it? SAY WHAT!? He shook his head vigorously, causing his silver locks to fling about. What the heck was he thinking? That stuff was a load of gibberish. He would not and refused to think and believe that. This was a scientific world. There were no such things as special powers……

'I can see ghosts.' Kagome's voice echoed in the back of his mind. Ghosts? Spiritual energy and spiritual powers? He started banging his head against the lamppost by the side of the street.

Kagome's madness was rubbing off on him! He simply couldn't get this ghost/spiritual power stuff out of his head and away from his train of thoughts. Ghosts did not exist in this world!!! When people die, they die. Their brain simply stopped working. The end. There were no soul or spirit that reside within the body. It was those little neural cells that did all the thinking and the work. Science could explain everything.

"Ghosts my foot. Science rule," Inuyasha mumbled to himself as he started to head home, staggering, feeling dazed from his previous head banging.

"Ouch!" He fell and rubbed his head as he ran into another lamppost. He really, really should not have banged his head that hard earlier on, because he could hardly walk in a straight line afterwards, which caused him to run into this lamppost right in front of him. "Shoot…"

He slowly got up and started to dust himself off. He froze midway and looked up.

The street was empty. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Nothing had changed. He shook his head to clear it up, because for a moment there, he had the impression of having a person standing right in front of him.

Note to self, never bang your head again no matter what happens. Inuyasha rubbed the bump that had begun to form on his forehead and continued his way home.

"The next thing you know, ET is your next door neighbour." Inuyasha sighed to himself as he once again thought of how ridiculous the idea of ghosts was.

He was on his way to school, but his thoughts still circled around the event from the previous day. It simply haunted him like a phantom and would not leave him alone for a moment. Every time he tried to distract himself from thinking too much, he found his thoughts falling back to the same topic.

Only God knew how frustrating it was. No one would have any idea how much restraint he had to put on himself yesterday in order not to pull off all his hair out of frustration. Really, why the hell was he so frustrated anyways…?

"Ouch!" He broke away from his thoughts as a hard heavy object hit him squarely in the back of his head. "What the f - " He swirled around to give whoever did it a piece of his mind but stopped in mid-sentence as yet another blue object hit him in the face. However, this time it was soft.

"Here's your stupid bag and your stupid handkerchief." Kagome told him coldly.

Peeling the handkerchief off of his face, Inuyasha looked down. Lying by his feet was none other than his beloved black leather schoolbag, also the tool of "attempted murder" for hitting his head.

As for the handkerchief, he recognized it as the one he tied around Kagome's wound from the night before.

Should he thank her for returning his personal belongings? Like in hell that would ever happen. She tried to kill him with his own bag!!!

Kagome regarded him with a strange look. "You forgot your bag at my house yesterday. Didn't you notice anything missing while walking to school this morning?"

Inuyasha looked at her blankly. "No."

The girl almost fell over. This guy was way too slow. His skull must be too thick that there was no room left for his brain.

"How can you go to school without your bag and books?"

"Oh yeah…" The look of revelation dawned upon the teen boy's expression.

Kagome rolled her eyes and walked past him without saying another word. This was the guy who competed with her for the top in class? Seemed highly unlikely.

Inuyasha remained where he was for a minute, staring at Kagome's back as she walked away. Then he realized that he would be late soon if he did not get going. He picked up his bag and took a step.

He stopped. He listened intently but all was quiet except for the occasionally traffic.

Odd.

He thought that he heard somebody singing softly beside him, but there wasn't anyone around.

Sticking a finger into his ear to clean it, he decided that he was probably hallucinating due to a possible brain damage (from yesterday and today). He resumed his walk to school.