Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any other characters created my Rumiko. Although I'd like to think Inuyasha is mine.
Chapter 1: Unusual Weather
Genevieve parted her eyelids on an exceptionally warm October morning. Wow, it's way too early. I should have gone to bed earlier. She sat up in bed, her flowing blonde hair shaking in curls behind her. Strategically, she scooted out of bed and slipped flip flops on her dainty feet.
Hopping in the shower, Genevieve shampooed her vibrant tresses and thought about Monday morning blues. Do I really need to go to class today? She sighed and shut off the shower. Sulking back to her room, she tied her hair in a loose pony tail and shoved her legs into a slim fitting pair of pants and a lightweight sweater. Not too bad, foxy lady! she smirked at her own crazy thoughts.
"Gen, you'll have to do without milk in your cereal this morning! You little sister drank it all," cried her mother, Maiki.
Hmf, she squirted from her now tightly curled lips. Damn that adopted little brat. Life has been a pain in the ass ever since she came here.
"Mama, will Gen be mad at me?" Kilala pouted. She was adopted from Japan from a couple who were too young to care for her. That was about three years ago, and has annoyed Genevieve ever since.
The gallant beauty fluttered down the narrow stairs, turned the corner, and dashed for the kitchen. She reached for an apple sitting on the counter.
"Bye mom and nut head!" Genevieve whooshed out the door before another word could be spoken. Her foot steps carried her down the walkway and down the street. She chomped on the apple with dazzling white teeth as she strode off to school.
She threw her bag off once she made it to the front steps of the school. Damn! I hate Mondays. I totally forgot my Kuk Sool Won dobok. She yanked out her cell phone and confessed her stupidity to her mother. Ah yes, send the little brat!! Oh well, at least I don't need to go back to get it.
Genevieve strutted to her locker, spun the dial, and…there he was. Only the most attractive male in the world. Oh, what beautiful, young and handsome body exists there! Lance, so strong and powerful, strode gently towards Genevieve. As he passed, the air lifted his cologne to Genevieve's nose, which she breathed deeply. Bringg bringg!! The bell screamed and broke her fiery reverie.
She came to her senses and whirled away to class.
Genevieve went to an unusual school. The offered classes most high schools don't offer…it seemed more like college. She took Medieval Archaeology and Japanese as a second language. Besides that, she enrolled in extraordinary extracurricular activities, like Kuk Sool Won. How much culturally diversified can you get?
Monday was coming to a close while Genevieve counted down the final seconds before she bolted out the door. Come on second hand! Bringg! Yes! Now for the fun in my day.
Genevieve was running down the hallway, her rear swishing to and fro. Slamming the gym door open, she encountered several people changing into black doboks and helping to stretch each other out. The gym smelled like old mats and a fresh new coat of lacquer on the decaying wooden floors. Well, that's how it smelled until he entered the room.
"Gen! I'm glad you're here early." A black clad young woman clambered in her direction. Sango wore her chestnut hair in a pony tail, and sported pink eye shadow and short bangs.
"Well, I forgot my stuff this morning so I needed to be here when the brat gets here," Genevieve slightly up turned her nose. "Do you know what the mystery cologne is today? I think it's Adidas…what about you?"
Sango smirked and shook her head in approval. "It's fun guessing what he wears!"
"Sister! I have your things that you forgot." Kilala pouted as she held out the dobok and belt. She's almost twelve and she acts about five. How annoying she is.
"Thanks. And tell mom I might go out with Sango tonight for a quick dinner." The petite girl rattled her head yes and turned to walk away. Her pale blue eyes always left a sour taste in Genevieve's mouth. Creepy little freak.
The group was called to line up and as the hour passed, everyone grew sweaty and tired. Once over, Sango and Genevieve took a last glance at Lance's powerful forearms before they trotted off to the showers.