Loving the Enemy

(ME): I hate doing this, it's so pointless. Really, if I owned 'Inuyasha' or the plot of the novel called the 'Scribbler of Dreams' do you really think I would be writing this story or other stories for that matter? I would be rich I wouldn't waste valuable shopping time writing. So I won't do it and waste my time typing…I won't.

(MY LAWYER): That's fine… If you want to get sued and be dirt poor for the rest of you life.

(ME): so…. then that means no shopping?

(MY LAWYER): no shopping.

(ME): well in that case then… I don't own Inuyasha or the novel called Scribbler of Dreams. Now on with the story!

Chapter 1: the Takahashi's

I am Kagome Higurashi, and I was born to hate the Takahashi's.

Despise the Takahashi's.

Loathe the Takahashi's.

Every drop of my Higurashi blood abhors the Takahashi's. Was it always like this you may ask? And to tell you the truth it pretty much was, the Takahashi's and the Higurashi's have hated each other for generations.

I opened my bedroom door hoping that my mother hadn't heard. Today was as hard for her as it was for me, maybe even harder.

She poked her head in the door. She heard.

"Almost ready?" she asked.

"Just 2 more minutes then I'll be down." I said trying to sound perky.Perky yah right.

She walked over to my small single bed while I was combing my hair.

"Kagome…." She sighed.

"It's just school mom, relax, everything will be fine. Tell Sota to wait in the car for me."

She sighed and nodded and left my room. But both her and I knew that everything wasn't fine nor will it ever be fine. Today I was starting my senior year at a Takahashi school on Takahashi land, bought with Takahashi money. Probably only whores went there. For years my parents have sacrificed to let my brother and I attend a Christian private school even though they aren't the least bit religious. But they both would rather die then see their children attend a Takahashi school built on Takahashi land.

My father didn't know yet, He couldn't know, we couldn't tell not with all he's been though… what the Takahashi's have done to him.

The hate that has been in my generations for years was no longer a careless fact in my head but a burning desire to hate the Takahashi's. It was the one thing I could count on when I couldn't count on anything else.

I took one last look in my cracked dresser mirror and pulled my hair into a ponytail so it wouldn't fall on my red T. I looped on a red belt with my black jeans and lightly combed on a light layer of mascara.

"You'll never fit in, Kagome Higurashi." I whispered. I opened my eyes so wide so that no tears wouldn't form and make my mascara run. There's no time for that.

"Kags, Hurry up or you and your brother will be late."

"Coming." I said.

I grabbed my books, and snatched my journal from the top of my dresser. I shut my bedroom door and started reading my last entry.

September 6,

Back and forth, Back and forth. The tide ebbs and swirls, surrounding, reaching, touching with its foamy fingers. Teasing at my last breathless moments. Surging up and over, pulling me under. The tide is winning…………

I added a few more words.

…But for the moment my foot brushes the bottom, and I am able to push, to grasp hold of a few last breaths. For a moment the tide must wait.

I tossed my journal into my Backpack and grabbed an apple from the counter. The screen door made its familiar screeching sound as it opened. The only thing worse then going to Shikon high was that I had to go with my brother. Thank good he was a freshman this year and, hopefully I wouldn't see him at all during school.

Sota had grabbed the keys and had already started the car. He had the radio blasting one of his many favourite songs. As I slid into the drivers seat, my mother ran down our long never-ending stairs. I reached over and turned the radio off. Sota glared at me. Like I cared.

Mom bent down and motioned me to roll the window down. She just couldn't let go. More words to her were like a stay of implementation, but they just made my heart beat faster.

"Kagome, I know you will make…the best of it. Watch out for your brother, Okay? And remember to stick together. The Higurashi's always stick together. And try not to spend all your time with your nose in that journal of yours, try and make friends."

Friends? Was she delusional? She waited for me to respond. She had an anxious smile across her face. It as pitiful. How could she believe that I would make friends with a Takahashi or anyone at that school? After all they had done. I nodded and I even went so far to say I'd keep an eye out of Sota. I lied I know, but if it would make her feel better then it was worth it. She turned around but before she left she turned back and said.

"Remember! Kagome and Sota Nakamura. Nakamura. Its not really a lie you to are both Nakamura's to. It just to make things… easier. Right?"

But no madder how you worded it, it was a lie. I couldn't answer her it felt like the ultimate betrayal, but as my mother said it would make things "easier". Easier compared to what? The hell we already live in? I have wondered what it would be like to have a normal life. Only worry about clothes, school, boy's… things that normal seventeen-year-old girls worry about.

"Nakamura, Yes we got it, Mom! Gotta go." Sota honked the horn and leaned backed into his seat. Sota didn't mind being registered at the school under the name Nakamura. Hell he's been using it all summer since he signed up for the freshman's soccer team. He left the Higurashi name behind him in the dust. But a name is not something you can run away from or change who you are. I am a Higurashi. Period. Even if my school records now say Nakamura.

As I drove down the dirt road I could see the rice paddy workers dipping their heads up and down. Two years ago the crops had been good. My dad even said that we would have money left over to fix up the house a little, and god knows it needed it. But when my father killed Inutaisho Takahashi eighteen months ago everything changed.

"So you are going to keep an eye out for me huh?" Sota asked as we bumped along the main road. What a ridiculous thought. Sota was the one that had friends at that high school. Guys from his soccer team. Sota was not at all shy.

"I have no intension of keeping an eye on you. I have better things to do."

"Like what write your journal? I hope you take moms advice and at least try and make friends. I don't want the whole school to think my sister is some kind of loser."

"Well I certainly wouldn't want to damage your rep by acting half way literate-oh, excuse me is that a too big of word for you to understand?

Sota shut up for the rest of the way. But I almost missed the teasing. It made me forget about the flips and flops that were happening in my stomach.

I searched for the hate. The hate for the Takahashi's that had put the angry furrow across my eyebrow just like the one my grandfather had. But with each pasting mile I could only think about how alone I truly was. The fear was winning. Twisting its way past my stomach, through my veins, its cold fingers tightening their hold on my chest.

I was a Higurashi. I would make the best of it.

So… Good? Not so good? Give me your honest opinion! I know chapters are short but they won't always be.

Oh and don't worry its going to be quite a bit different from the book. The poem and the future ones are all from the novel called the Scribbler of Dreams by Mary E. Pearson, so I highly recommend that you go and read it!

So please review!