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Just to make it clear this is a kagome/inuyasha and sango/miroku pairing.
Sango and miroku are the ones that are going to make this story slightly
less dramatic then it seems so far, plus a lot of lets laugh at inuyasha
moments. Blah blah blah she goes on, and without further ado here's
chapter 2
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I don't own inuaysha or any of the characters, man dodged that law suit didn't I! Anywayz...
Chapter 2, inuyasha's POV
He let the cold water slowly drip off his face as he starred blankly at himself. ( if anyone has seen 8mile it's like when he's in the bathroom starring at himself I the mirror right after he puked, about to go on stage). He starred at himself for a long time as if he was trying to see or feel something. But the truth was he hadn't felt much of anything since that one night. He had become estranged to people almost to the brink of shy or antisocial. But that wasn't it; the fact was he just plain didn't like people.
He hated them. In his seventeen years of being on earth he had compacted the entire earth population and classified them into three types of people. "The fist type of person will pity me, they'll but on a sad face and say they know what I'm going through and try to comfort me and help me. The second type of person either doesn't care but listens or cares but all they think they can do is listen. Then the third type of person thinks money solves all your problems and sense I have a lot of it they think I should suck it up and get over it. I hate them all."
He looked down and saw that he was gripping the sides of the bathroom counter top so hard that his knuckles were white. He pried his hands off the sides of the counter as chips of it fell to the tile floor. "Why do people make me so angry. just thinking about them. makes me want to punch a hole in the wall? It isn't even people that make me mad is that their so social and happy all the time. Nosy too."
The people back at his old towns were really nosy. They were constantly wondering who this kid was and why he had so much money. "Yeah that's right that's what always attracted them the money." The huge trust-fund his father had left him after his murder, which roughly came to about 25 million, always intrigued people. It wasn't like he waved money around like a maniac, in fact the only time he ever touched the trust-fund was to buy himself a car for his sixteenth birthday. Besides that he had bought himself a years worth of clothes every year since he turned sixteen.
It was his foster parents' fault that every town he moved to the whole town seemed to know about the trust-fund. Every town he had gone to it had been the same. There were always gold-diggers looking for a rich boyfriend or guys trying to leech off of him. It didn't matter though, he always ignored them. His habits of plowing people off had always got him the same reputation, a stuck up rich boy who thought he was superior to everyone else. Of course there were a few people smarter than average who noticed a multimillion dollar trust fund and shuffled around foster kid did bowed well together. Being their natural 'curios' selves they'd ask about it and he would say it's his business and ****off. It was like that with every 'family' he had had.
He had had about 10 sets of foster parents in the ten years he was in the system. Every foster child had a profile stating there name, name of original parents and what happened to them, any living relatives, any illnesses or allergies, and all of the other basic information. Then towards the bottom it listed anything that your parents had left you.
He knew how it went. It was like a car dealership, they would bring the potential foster parents in sit them down in the office and ask various questions. You know, what color hair, race, boy or girl, and so on. Most foster parents wanted to adopt a baby but some looked for something older, that's when they actually looked at the documents. They always wanted the perfect little boy or girl, that's why he was always so favorable.
He was such a cute kid even if he never smiled, perfect health, and smart. So when the adults sat down to read his profile they always came to the part about how his parents were murdered and how he witnessed it. That was the deal breaker for the parents who didn't want a traumatized child and the deal maker for the ones that wanted to nurture a foster child. But when they glanced down at the trust fund statement their jaws would drop that was followed by a horde of questions and disappointed pouts.
Why the pouting, well his father's longtime friend and an executive of Precision Corp., Miouga [yeah so sue me the lawyer and chef have the same name I didn't intend for that to happen but the only other person that would fit in the part was kaede and wanted her to come in later you'll see] served as his lawyer fighting in court with Sesshoumaru. You see Inutaisho left Inuyasha the company not expecting to die when he was just seven.
He did it for a lot of reasons though, he didn't like the person that Sesshou had become and the fact that he divorced his first wife and got married to the woman that he really loved further upped his decision. He never stopped loving Sesshou only trusting him. So when he died Sesshoumaru fought with the executive board of Precision Corp. to take charge of the company saying there was no way a seven year old could or should run it. He also didn't want anything to do with the runt and since he was the only other relative he but him in foster care saying it was the best thing. Miouga couldn't become Inuyasha's legal guardian so therefore couldn't do anything accept set it so that his foster parent's couldn't touch the trust fund without Inuyasha's consent and it couldn't be touched by anyone not even inuyasha until he was sixteen.
So Inuayasha was thrown into the system, Miouga was overpowered by the rest of the executive board and lost track of Inuyasha.
Ten years later Inuyasha's foster parents get a call from Sesshoumaru saying he had reinstated his role as guardian over Inuyasha and he was to move to Tokyo.
Of course Inuyasha didn't want to go live with his estranged brother but he had no choice. Since he didn't really like his current foster parents who only adopted him for the trust fund and Sesshoumaru bought him his own spacious apartment, well away from his own home, Inuyasha decided to go, not that any of the hate and distain he had for his brother would subside.
On the eve of his parent's murder anniversary, meaning the day before his seventeenth birthday he took a plane to Tokyo and moved into the apartment. 2 weeks passed when he got a call from on of Sesshou's minions saying on behalf of Sesshoumaru that he needed to choose a new school to go to, since he was to lazy to call and tell him himself. He had done all of his paper transfers over the phone. He only had one choice since the others were so far away. So there he was getting ready for his first day of school even though it was the middle of the school year.
By the time it took all those memories to flood into Inyasha's mind he had took a shower and changed into his school clothes. He walked over to the door and put his shoes on and grabbed his keys. He hopped into his fairly new Nissan 3507 and drove to his new school. Five minutes later he was pulling into the student parking lot.
He got out of the car grabbed his bag out of the backseat slammed the door and started walking to the entrance. He passed a couple of guys lounging on a car when he remembered he forgot to lock his car. He stopped didn't bother to turn as lifted his arm and pointed the keys behind him. CLICK, lights flash, and he resumed his steady pace up to the school all the while some of the guys starring at him others gazing at his car.
He wasn't to keen on finding his class so he wandered the halls till he found the office. He noticed that the school was very nice off-white walls with baize lockers and clean tile floors. When he found the office he opened the door and walked up to a desk with a woman shuffling through papers. As he waited for her to look up took in his surroundings. "Nothing special just another office," he said aloud to himself.
The woman looked up, smiled and said, "OH HI CAN I HELP YOU!?" Inuyasha was surprised at the perkiness of her voice but said, "Um I'm Takusho Inuaysha the new transfer student."
"Oh yes you called earlier," she typed some stuff on the computer and waited for his schedule to print out. "Here you go, lucky for you your next class is just down the hall room 1c08 and your teacher will assign you a student to follow around till you learn your way around school ok?"
Since he never said thank you to anyone he just took it and left.
Author's notes
I know I know pointless chapter, cut it off when it was about to get interesting, well I'm sssoooo sorry please forgive me (with big dewy eyes drops to the floor crying) please forgive me masters I only ask for reviews! Sweet lovely reviews! I promise inuyasha will meet the perverted monk miroku in the next chapter (funny moments) and you will get kagome's thoughts on inu, there might even be a "KIKYO?" moment, you know what I'm talking about. Unfortunately (sarcasim) there well be no kikyo appearances in this story.
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I don't own inuaysha or any of the characters, man dodged that law suit didn't I! Anywayz...
Chapter 2, inuyasha's POV
He let the cold water slowly drip off his face as he starred blankly at himself. ( if anyone has seen 8mile it's like when he's in the bathroom starring at himself I the mirror right after he puked, about to go on stage). He starred at himself for a long time as if he was trying to see or feel something. But the truth was he hadn't felt much of anything since that one night. He had become estranged to people almost to the brink of shy or antisocial. But that wasn't it; the fact was he just plain didn't like people.
He hated them. In his seventeen years of being on earth he had compacted the entire earth population and classified them into three types of people. "The fist type of person will pity me, they'll but on a sad face and say they know what I'm going through and try to comfort me and help me. The second type of person either doesn't care but listens or cares but all they think they can do is listen. Then the third type of person thinks money solves all your problems and sense I have a lot of it they think I should suck it up and get over it. I hate them all."
He looked down and saw that he was gripping the sides of the bathroom counter top so hard that his knuckles were white. He pried his hands off the sides of the counter as chips of it fell to the tile floor. "Why do people make me so angry. just thinking about them. makes me want to punch a hole in the wall? It isn't even people that make me mad is that their so social and happy all the time. Nosy too."
The people back at his old towns were really nosy. They were constantly wondering who this kid was and why he had so much money. "Yeah that's right that's what always attracted them the money." The huge trust-fund his father had left him after his murder, which roughly came to about 25 million, always intrigued people. It wasn't like he waved money around like a maniac, in fact the only time he ever touched the trust-fund was to buy himself a car for his sixteenth birthday. Besides that he had bought himself a years worth of clothes every year since he turned sixteen.
It was his foster parents' fault that every town he moved to the whole town seemed to know about the trust-fund. Every town he had gone to it had been the same. There were always gold-diggers looking for a rich boyfriend or guys trying to leech off of him. It didn't matter though, he always ignored them. His habits of plowing people off had always got him the same reputation, a stuck up rich boy who thought he was superior to everyone else. Of course there were a few people smarter than average who noticed a multimillion dollar trust fund and shuffled around foster kid did bowed well together. Being their natural 'curios' selves they'd ask about it and he would say it's his business and ****off. It was like that with every 'family' he had had.
He had had about 10 sets of foster parents in the ten years he was in the system. Every foster child had a profile stating there name, name of original parents and what happened to them, any living relatives, any illnesses or allergies, and all of the other basic information. Then towards the bottom it listed anything that your parents had left you.
He knew how it went. It was like a car dealership, they would bring the potential foster parents in sit them down in the office and ask various questions. You know, what color hair, race, boy or girl, and so on. Most foster parents wanted to adopt a baby but some looked for something older, that's when they actually looked at the documents. They always wanted the perfect little boy or girl, that's why he was always so favorable.
He was such a cute kid even if he never smiled, perfect health, and smart. So when the adults sat down to read his profile they always came to the part about how his parents were murdered and how he witnessed it. That was the deal breaker for the parents who didn't want a traumatized child and the deal maker for the ones that wanted to nurture a foster child. But when they glanced down at the trust fund statement their jaws would drop that was followed by a horde of questions and disappointed pouts.
Why the pouting, well his father's longtime friend and an executive of Precision Corp., Miouga [yeah so sue me the lawyer and chef have the same name I didn't intend for that to happen but the only other person that would fit in the part was kaede and wanted her to come in later you'll see] served as his lawyer fighting in court with Sesshoumaru. You see Inutaisho left Inuyasha the company not expecting to die when he was just seven.
He did it for a lot of reasons though, he didn't like the person that Sesshou had become and the fact that he divorced his first wife and got married to the woman that he really loved further upped his decision. He never stopped loving Sesshou only trusting him. So when he died Sesshoumaru fought with the executive board of Precision Corp. to take charge of the company saying there was no way a seven year old could or should run it. He also didn't want anything to do with the runt and since he was the only other relative he but him in foster care saying it was the best thing. Miouga couldn't become Inuyasha's legal guardian so therefore couldn't do anything accept set it so that his foster parent's couldn't touch the trust fund without Inuyasha's consent and it couldn't be touched by anyone not even inuyasha until he was sixteen.
So Inuayasha was thrown into the system, Miouga was overpowered by the rest of the executive board and lost track of Inuyasha.
Ten years later Inuyasha's foster parents get a call from Sesshoumaru saying he had reinstated his role as guardian over Inuyasha and he was to move to Tokyo.
Of course Inuyasha didn't want to go live with his estranged brother but he had no choice. Since he didn't really like his current foster parents who only adopted him for the trust fund and Sesshoumaru bought him his own spacious apartment, well away from his own home, Inuyasha decided to go, not that any of the hate and distain he had for his brother would subside.
On the eve of his parent's murder anniversary, meaning the day before his seventeenth birthday he took a plane to Tokyo and moved into the apartment. 2 weeks passed when he got a call from on of Sesshou's minions saying on behalf of Sesshoumaru that he needed to choose a new school to go to, since he was to lazy to call and tell him himself. He had done all of his paper transfers over the phone. He only had one choice since the others were so far away. So there he was getting ready for his first day of school even though it was the middle of the school year.
By the time it took all those memories to flood into Inyasha's mind he had took a shower and changed into his school clothes. He walked over to the door and put his shoes on and grabbed his keys. He hopped into his fairly new Nissan 3507 and drove to his new school. Five minutes later he was pulling into the student parking lot.
He got out of the car grabbed his bag out of the backseat slammed the door and started walking to the entrance. He passed a couple of guys lounging on a car when he remembered he forgot to lock his car. He stopped didn't bother to turn as lifted his arm and pointed the keys behind him. CLICK, lights flash, and he resumed his steady pace up to the school all the while some of the guys starring at him others gazing at his car.
He wasn't to keen on finding his class so he wandered the halls till he found the office. He noticed that the school was very nice off-white walls with baize lockers and clean tile floors. When he found the office he opened the door and walked up to a desk with a woman shuffling through papers. As he waited for her to look up took in his surroundings. "Nothing special just another office," he said aloud to himself.
The woman looked up, smiled and said, "OH HI CAN I HELP YOU!?" Inuyasha was surprised at the perkiness of her voice but said, "Um I'm Takusho Inuaysha the new transfer student."
"Oh yes you called earlier," she typed some stuff on the computer and waited for his schedule to print out. "Here you go, lucky for you your next class is just down the hall room 1c08 and your teacher will assign you a student to follow around till you learn your way around school ok?"
Since he never said thank you to anyone he just took it and left.
Author's notes
I know I know pointless chapter, cut it off when it was about to get interesting, well I'm sssoooo sorry please forgive me (with big dewy eyes drops to the floor crying) please forgive me masters I only ask for reviews! Sweet lovely reviews! I promise inuyasha will meet the perverted monk miroku in the next chapter (funny moments) and you will get kagome's thoughts on inu, there might even be a "KIKYO?" moment, you know what I'm talking about. Unfortunately (sarcasim) there well be no kikyo appearances in this story.