Promise Me

Once seeing a ghost of your past, you don't give up on it so easily. It's like a chill up your spine that you can't stop from coming or a tinge of fear when you're at the darkest point in your life. It ignites deep inside, and soon is planted before everything, distracting you until the point of failure. But when that realization is true, then your heart stops beating and you're just about to lose all of your sanity. Because not only does he come with a familiar face, but also he has certain feelings tagging along after him.

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Sango had already went straight to Algebra, while Kagome was taking her sweet time. She was rarely early, and almost always late. She sighed as she had her binder and textbook tucked tightly in front of her. She heard a few whistles from around her, passing a few stray students with spares. In her mind she was snapping back rude comments, but on the outside she was satisfied. She saw 401 almost blinking from above the open door and Kagome readied herself. She could hear a slight buzz of student chatter, meaning that their teacher was probably getting ready for a test. She mentally groaned before putting on a seductive smile and walking into the room.

At that moment, all talking stopped and all eyes were on her—the spotlight. She turned to Mr. Minn and put on some sort of pouty or upset face.

"I'm so sorry I'm late again Mr. Minn." She said sweetly, faking the innocence of a child. He barely looked up at her over his laptop and waved a hand towards the mass of desks.

"Just take your seat Miss Higurashi." She complied right away; making sure to brush past the guys that would almost have a heart attack over her. She heard intakes of breaths and 'ooh's' from his classmates. She winked at Sango who was fighting back the urge to burst out laughing.

"Your seat please, Ms. Higurashi." The professor said once again, only he was positioned at the front of the class, ready to begin. She rolled her eyes before sitting next to her friend, textbook and binder dropping onto her desk with a thud. She ignored the man's commands to stop talking and pay attention and started to chat lightly to Sango. What she failed to notice was a boy walk into the class, unusual silver hair treading down his back. He handed a piece of paper to the teacher and whispered something. He nodded and pointed over to a desk on the far side of the room in between a few guys—the only spare seat they had left.

"Class, we have just received notice of a newcomer—Inuyasha Dai." He said, motioning to the boy. Kagome froze in mid sentence, her eyes wide and her mouth still forming the o. His name rang through her head, repeating itself louder each time.

Inuyasha…Dai…

Unwanted memories flooded back to her at the sound of his name, and she could barely bring herself to face them like she should've. She shut her eyes and placed her head on her desk. Her head spun slightly, but she wasn't so sure. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked over to the far side of the room. His back was faced to her, but she was sure that apart from his older brother that he was the only one with that gorgeous of hair.

She remembered the touch of his silky mane, the feel of his lips caressing the soft skin on her neck. How his kisses were so needy, and how the faintest touch made her body shiver. The way he whispered into her ear, the way he left her thinking about him. All of these memories came back hitting her full force. She almost fell out of her chair, but she remained strong. Her head began to spin and she couldn't believe what was happening. She felt like she was caught in slow motion while the world around her sped by at a million miles per hour. She felt queasy and a little lightheaded.

Sango looked at her friend with a worried expression sketched across her face. Her friend had suddenly paused and was now staring at the other side of the class. She followed her eyes to the back of what seemed to be a new student. She didn't recognize him at all, but Kagome's eyes showed an array of emotions that's she couldn't quite pinpoint. In her mind, she knew that he was bad news for her friend.

"Kagome?" She tried, attempting to get her attention. When her friend didn't respond she decided to take some drastic measures. The teacher had left the room to fetch the new boy a textbook, so she had an estimated amount of about 5 minutes before he came back. She got up and wove her way through the desks to the new boy. She approached him from behind and noticed that he was conversing with Miroku.

"Why hello dear Sango. Might I ask what brings you to my humble home on the far side of class?" Miroku asked, his eyes flashing with perverted thoughts. Sango rolled her eyes at his words before getting back to her task.

"I came to greet the new guy." She said as he turned around to look at her. "The names Sango, Sango Taijiya." She held her hand out, and the boy glanced at her hand with an uninterested look on his face before taking it lazily.

"And you should obviously know my name by that damned teacher." He mumbled, his molten eyes showing extreme dislike for the man. She smirked slightly, ignoring the boy who was almost dying to make a move on her—once again.

"Where are you from?" She asked, observing his features slowly—taking them all in for future reference.

"From California, Orange County." He said, a hint of loath evident. She took note of that before giving a slight chuckle.

"We've got ourselves a Calli-boy. Welcome to the great north—STA." She said with a slight laugh. "What school did you go to in Calli?"

"I don't remember—I think it was something that started with a B…Bryant, Brookswood—I don't know." He said with a yawn. He was not giving her good enough answers, which were playing with her nerves. She was about ready to ground out her thanks to the mysterious boy when she was startled by her teacher's voice.

"How about you take your seat Miss Taijiya—you can flirt later." He said a little nerved by her place away from her original seat. She turned and smiled at the teacher before retorting as she made her way back to her seat.

"I'm so sorry sir; I didn't mean to upset you. After all, you are the brains here—but the better-looking one. My apologies." She said almost innocently as she took her seat. The teacher blushed gently at her words, letting a slight smile float across his face.

"Thank you Sango." He said as he handed Inuyasha his textbook. The students all started laughing, and the teacher looked at everyone confused.

"Sir, you just got whipped." Miroku choked out as he let himself give a laugh. He blushed madly as he quieted the class down and began to teach the lesson. But through it all, Kagome was still pale with a shaken expression etched across her face. And still, neither of the two bothered to acknowledge one another.

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The bell had rung a few minutes ago, and Kagome was busy exchanging her previous books for her new ones. Sango was muttering curses about the pervert who had recently groped her in front of her entire class, letting Kagome know how much she loathed the boy. But as best as Kagome tried to listen, he was still evident in her mind.

"I swear, I will castrate him if that's what it takes to get him to screw off." She ground out as she saw him approaching. Even though she saw the new face trailing behind him a bit, she didn't warn Kagome, for her curious side wanted to know the low down on him and the girl.

"Good luck with that!" Kagome laughed lightly as she closed her locker and turned around rather rapidly, only to have her books knocked away by a collision with another body. She bent down and began to pick up her books, wondering why the guy hadn't even apologized to her. She dismissed it as an effect of shock, but when her eyes were raised towards the figure she froze.

"Inuyasha…" She whispered as she rose gently, her eyes never leaving his own.

"Kagome." He said, only loud enough for both to hear. "It's been a while."

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Ghosts to some are a myth, a being made up to scare little children and such. Ones tied in chains, dressed in white sheets, ones who moan and remind you of your lost relatives. But on the contrary, some can come bearing the face of the one you'd have thought to have left behind. And that is scarier than any ghost in a white sheet.

A/U: Okay, short I know. But I mean I can't keep my fans waiting! Ha ha, just kidding. But here it is, the long awaited chapter. I think it came along nicely, and if you've got any questions, I've obviously got answers. I'll update as fast as I can!

Crowned King