0o Dear Mary, Mother Of God.... I can't keep up with the reviews! I said last night '30 reviews' and then today after school I was like OO 36!? I can't write that fast! Well, the weekend is here, so I'm free for two days. (But on SAT, I have to go to this BBQ at the Japanese embassy.) I live in Washington DC, and I go to Alice Deal JHS. I am white as a sheet with dirty blonde hair. I am in the ninth grade. There, I said it. Maybe someone will love me finally. PS, I am female.

Kagome glanced around her classroom nervously. He was here in her school. But why? And how?

"Kagome, you look troubled. What is it?" Eri asked with concern. She had noticed the stares from the other classmates.

"It's..."

"Kagome?"

"It's nothing." Kagome felt the tears coming. After he had left her, now he was back again to torment her. Even after she was ready to forget.

Eri and Ayame glared at their fellow classmates, and they all turned away quickly. The two girls thought that it was their doing.

"Anyway, this Taishou guy is a bit scary. He's already beaten some of the guys up here. I'm surprised they haven't suspended him." Ayame said matter-of-factly. The boy across the room has one of his ears perked in their direction. "Also, his name. It's quite frightening. I over heard a conversation he had with the head master. They are telling him his hair is dyed, which is what I believe as well. They say that because his eyebrows are dark. Very strange, very strange."

Eri nodded in agreement ferociously. "He is incredibly attractive though, you must agree."

Ayame grinned. "Oh yes, very attractive indeed."

Kagome picked up her things off the floor silently, as she listened to her friends giggle about her Inu-yasha. She packed her colored pencils away in her bag, and closed her sketchpad with a snap. This was really pissing her off.

"Hello ladies..." Came the familiar voice. Kagome stiffened.

Ayame and Eri blushed crimson, and Kagome stood up jerkily. "Excuse me?"

"I said, Hello ladies." He said smugly. He had over heard every word of their conversation, and this new girl attracted him.

"Get out of here." Kagome said grumpily, fighting back her own sheepish grin. Of course, the boy was as hot as ever. He was wearing a black ski cap, and dark shades. Kagome noticed that these items were not allowed. Instead of a navy blue uniform, he wore a black one. She noticed that as well.

"My, my, if it isn't miss 'I draw well'. That was me, wasn't it? Why are you drawing me?"

Kagome glared at him through dark eyes. "It was not you. It was someone else. Someone who used to be kind."

He gulped, letting his 'prince charming' act slip slightly. Who was this girl, and why did she cut herself? He would find out by the end of that day.

"I'll see you all later." He muttered, ducking away. Both Eri and Ayame turned on their friend.

"Why'd you scare him off like that?! He never talks to us!"

"Yeah! Just when I thought it was getting good, too!"

Kagome covered her head with her briefcase as if she were guarding herself from verbal abuse.

"I just-"

"Do you know him?!" Eri cried excitedly.

The boy tried to lean in closer to the conversation.

"I..." Kagome dropped her voice. "I think I might... but..."

"Really?! Wow!"

Kagome gave her friends a pained look, and sat in her chair again. The bell had rung.

After her first couple of classes, Kagome and her other classmates trudged outside in the cold. This is just like lunch before Inu-yasha. She opened her neatly packed box and tried to laugh and be happy, but he was on her mind.

"Kagome, are you ok?" Eri asked her quietly. This Kagome was so different from the Kagome she knew. Her hair was scraggly and her eyes were darker. Those dark eyes that held secrets. Some pain unknown to Eri.

"Yeah..." But her voice betrayed her.

"Is there something you want to talk about?" Ayame asked tenderly.

"I... I think I just need to be alone." Kagome said, getting up from the table. "I just need to be alone." She left her friends and her food behind.

My own footsteps echo in the halls and in my head. Thoughts scream at each other, and my stomach churns. What's wrong with me? Why's he here? Why can't he just leave me alone with my misery? But at the same time, my heart is thumping in my chest. He's alive... He's alive.

She stopped halfway down the deserted hallway. Someone was following her.

Clifffy! But you probably already know who it is. Okay. Next chapter any amount of reviews! Yay! Have fun; cause the next one is already on its way.