It all started when I fell into Kagome's world, past the old well. There, in the Feudal Era, where I was just a strange girl with a guitar, I met her friends, I met a demon Lord, I was kidnapped and almost killed, and I got into some huge trouble…and I finally figured out where I belonged. This is my story.
Ayu
Chapter One: Ayu James
My name, is Amanda (Ayu) James. Amanda is my real name, but since I now reside in Japan, not Los Angeles, I am Ayu.
I changed my name, legally, to Ayu, too. My mom didn't want me to, she said my real name was beautiful, so I forged her signature.
And that's how everyone came to know me as Ayu James, the American sweetheart with the attitude of a punk.
I think that they're wrong about the "sweetheart" part about me.
Especially since I am far from being a sweetheart.
Just ask Chang Lee, the guy I just hit with a music stand.
"What did you do that for?" He shouted at me, a very unattractive bump forming on the side of his face.
"Touch me again." I hissed, my face inches from his. "And next time I'll hit you where the sun don't shine."
He glared at me. "You little-"
"Ayu! Chang! What is going on here?" My period five music teacher, Mrs. Yuri, snapped at us, walking into the room.
"She hit me with a music stand!" Chang shouted, not taking his brown eyes from my blue ones.
"You freaking touched me!" I snapped back. "Very inappropriately I might add."
"Chang Lee!" Mrs. Yuri gasped. "What's gotten into you?"
"I didn't touch her!" Chang growled, turning to Mrs. Yuri. "I swear! It was a friendly tap!"
"On the ass? I think not you bastard!" I growled.
"That's it Ms. James." Mrs. Yuri sighed. "Go see Mrs. Tami."
"What?" I gaped at her. "Why? What did I do?"
"You hit him with a music stand!" Mrs. Yuri shouted. "Now take your things and go."
Fuming, I grabbed my guitar, it's case, and my shoulder bag, storming from the room mumbling curses and profanities under my breath.
Why was I the one getting sent to the principal's office? I was defending myself for God's sake! Defending myself against the pervert who happened to be in love with blondes.
I think I'll dye my hair black, maybe then I'll blend in with the rest of the Japanese culture.
I would have hit Chang harder, too, if his friend hadn't tried to stop me. I was aiming for between his legs, but Danny had to get in the way.
I sighed and walked angrily down the hallways, straight into the girl's washroom.
Like I was going to the principal's office.
Over my dead body.
I slipped into one of the stalls and tore off my green and white uniform, pulling my clothes from my bag. A pair of brown stockings that rose a little up my thighs, a black and silver pleated plaid skirt and a long black tank-top that almost reached the tip of my too-short-for-show skirt.
Now…all I had to do was make it to my locker and grab my boots.
I slipped my guitar, a light brown acoustic, into it's case and shoved my uniform into my backpack, poking my head out of the stall.
No one. I was good to go.
I slipped out of the bathroom and ran down the hallways, my long blonde hair flipping behind me.
In this city, stupid Tokyo, I stuck out like a sore thumb. No one, not many anyway, had strawberry blonde hair like me.
Why was my brother and mom blessed with dark brown hair while I saw stuck with look-at-me blonde?
Oh well.
I stopped at my locker and quickly spun the lock, swinging it open and smiling down at my black boots. No heels, thank you, I fall in heels. They were kind of like…biker boots, but not as clunky. Instead of zippers they had buckles and the black fabric rose almost to my knees.
I kicked off my other shoes, flats, and slipped on my boots, quickly taking the strap from my guitar case and fastening it over my shoulder.
Then, I was free.
It was a beautiful day in Tokyo, not a cloud in the sky, a faint cool wind brushing fallen leaves and litter across the pavement.
A few cars drove past me as I waltzed down the street, my hands stretched towards the sky, spinning in circles, a stupid grin crossing my face.
I did this, a lot, and for that a lot of people at school thought I was insane, literally. But I wasn't, not even close.
You see, in L.A., I got to do this sort of stuff all the time. Every night I would go out with my friends to a dance or party or rave and have the time of our lives. I was a free spirit then, free to do what I wanted when I wanted, sing my heart out if I wanted to.
But then, when I was fourteen, my dad died, and everything changed. My mom decided, a few weeks after his death, that we needed a change, and shipped us off to Japan.
And I've been here ever since.
Quite a big change.
I didn't speak to her for a month. And when I did, it was to tell her that my name was no longer Amanda, but Ayu, after my favorite Japanese singer, Ayumi Hamasaki.
I first started to play guitar when I was ten, at my first music class, and I'd fallen in love with it. Since I wasn't a bad singer, I continued and entered some contests, being the youngest kid in L.A. to win a singing contest.
But Japan killed my dreams of becoming a star.
So now I was just…free.
Somewhat.
You see, in Japan everything is so…strict. If you sing or eat at your job, you're considered insane. And you have to take your shoes off when you enter a home.
That kind of strict.
Oh well, I was used to it now. It was almost as if I belonged in Japan.
I walked some more down the street, letting the warm sun caress my skin, when a sign on the street caught my attention.
It read; Higurashi Shrine.
I had heard of the Higurashi Shrine before, it was really big in Tokyo…but I never knew why.
I shrugged. "May as well take a look."
I walked up the many stairs to the shrine, and was surprised to see a house at the top.
I never knew people actually lived on shrine property.
Shrugging it off, I wandered around for a while, poking around the grounds, looking at beautiful ponds and gardens.
Until a large tree caught my attention.
"Wow." I breathed. I'd never seen such a huge tree in Japan before.
The tree was almost…magical. Or at least, it seemed like it.
Suddenly a flash of green and white caused me to turn, and I saw a girl my age run into a small house.
"She goes to my school." I thought aloud, running after her. Hey, maybe she was suspended like me.
I slid open the door to the small hut that she'd entered through, and was startled to see her standing on the edge of an old well.
Now, I'd heard of many suicides before, but this was just plain weird. But I did the only thing I could think of.
I screamed "No!" and rushed forward, grabbing her wrist just as she jumped.
I winced as my stomach hit the side of the well, hard, knocking the breath from me. But I had caught the girl, she was dangling into the well, my hand tightly grasping her wrist.
"What are you doing?" She snapped up at me. "Let me go!"
"And let you commit…suicide?" I said weakly back, slowly re-gaining my breath. "Who…are you?"
She glared up at me. "I should be asking you that! Let go of me, you don't understand!"
"I understand death." I said, staring down at her. She was a pretty girl with long raven hair ad deep brown eyes. I recognized her from school, barely, too. "Kagome please-"
"You know me?" She asked.
I nodded. "Not really, but I know your Kagome Higurashi. You miss a lot of school."
She nodded. "I know you, too. Ayu James. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?"
"I'll explain later." I grunted, trying to pull her up and out of the well. "Just let me…pull you up."
"No please!" Kagome said. "Just let me go, it's okay."
"Okay?" I gaped at her. "No way Higurashi. Just because you think you deserve to die, doesn't mean I do."
Kagome stared blankly up at me. "Thanks for caring, but I'm not committing suicide."
"Sure." I said. "I used to live in L.A. kid, I think I know what suicide is."
"No just let me go!" Kagome shouted, swaying back and fourth, trying to make me let go. "Let go Ayu!"
"No!" I shouted back.
But then, I lost my footing.
And we fell.
I screamed, closing my eyes, waiting for the fatal blow that was sure to come at the bottom of the well.
But it never came.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying at the bottom of the well, my guitar and Kagome beside me, staring up at the blue sky.
Sky? I wondered. There was a roof over the well.
I groaned and sat up. "What happened? That was a lot shorter of a jump than I thought..."
"That's because it wasn't a jump." Kagome growled, sitting up, too. "God, why didn't you just let me go?"
"Why? I just saved you life!" I snapped. "Have some respect!"
God, I was older than her, anyway. She was only a freshman, only freshman still wore their uniforms after school.
"Who do you think you are?" Kagome growled, her eyes fiery. "How did you even get here anyway? You don't belong here!"
"Well you know when a mother and a father love each other very much-" I began to say, but she cut me off.
"Ewe! I know how you got here in general!" Kagome shrieked. "I'm talking about the other side."
I stared blankly at her. "Are you…high or something? Higurashi, we're in Tokyo. What other side?"
Kagome stopped looking so mad and just went to looking totally confused. "You mean…you've never been to the Feudal Era before?"
"Feudal Era?" I said, confused. "What the hell is that?"
"Hey Kagome!" A voice said from above us.
I looked up, and shrieked.
There was a boy, at least eighteen, with long silver hair and white dog ears, staring down at us.
And he had fangs.
So yeah, I screamed.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome shouted at the boy. "Can you bring us up?"
Inuyasha nodded and jumped down into the well.
Seriously, he just jumped, and landed perfectly on his feet. He didn't even seem to be in any pain.
That's when I started to get really freaked out.
"Who the fuck are you people?" I shouted, getting quickly to my feet, holding my guitar out in front of me. "Stay away from me!"
"Who is this, Kagome?" Inuyasha asked, turning to the raven-haired girl.
"This is Ayu James." Kagome said. "She thought I was killing myself and fell in the well with me."
"But…no regular human can get through the well." Inuyasha said.
"What are you talking about?" I shouted at him. "Regular human? I am regular! So are you and Kagome! You all are insane!"
Kagome sighed. "Inuyasha…can you do something about her please?"
"Sure thing Kagome." Inuyasha smirked, turning on me.
Hell no. He was so not touching me.
So I did the only thing I could do, I hit him with my guitar case.
"What the hell?" He snarled, rubbing the top of his head, where I'd hit him. "What'd you do that for?"
"Don't come near me!" I shouted. "Both of you!"
"Ayu please, calm down." Kagome sighed. "He's not gonna hurt you."
"Like hell I'm not!" Inuyasha snapped, advancing on me.
I shrieked as he grabbed me around the waist and jumped up and out of the well.
Yeah, he just jumped, and he were out.
And he had Kagome in his other arm, too.
As soon as we touched down on the ground I shoved away from him, again holding my guitar in front of me. "What the fuck are you?"
"I'm a half demon." He snapped. "Now will you calm down?"
"No I won't!" I shrieked. "Fuck this is messed up!"
"Who's this?" A voice said from behind me.
And then I felt something that made me shiver; a hand rubbing my ass.
I shrieked and spun around, hitting the person who had violated my personal space with my guitar.
The boy, at least twenty, fell, unconscious, to the ground.
"Miroku!" Kagome gasped. "Ayu please, clam yourself!"
"He touched me, he deserved it!" I said, staring down at him.
"Miroku! What happened to him?" A girl, my age, said, appearing from the trees.
I was in a forest.
Oh God I was going insane!
"There are more of you!" I cried, taking a few steps back.
"Sango, will you to the honors?" Inuyasha said.
The girl, Sango, nodded, pulling a small ball from her pocket.
Then she threw it.
At me.
The ball exploded and a cloud of smoke surrounded me.
I started to cough, covering my mouth with my hands.
Until I blacked out.
Sorry about the first chapter! It'll get better I promise! Review!
