disclaimer: i do not own anything except what is mine...that does not include what i WISH was mine either...unfortuanately...
pairings: kagome/sesshomaru, kagome/inuyasha.
warning! this fic may contain some coarse language and some kikyo bashing, if u dont like dont read, i will accept reviews only in the form of praise and constructive criticism... no flames... i am, after all, a delicate person...or am i?
warning number 2! this is an sesshomaru/oc, inuyasha/kagome. got a problem? dont tell me about it! just dont read it! please...
the beginning...
a girl of around 17 stared out the window of her classroom, watching the way the trees blew around in the wind.
She wasn't anything special, her hair was a warm auburn, and fell in ringlets to the small of her back, she was slender. But not thin, and her face was made of pale, flawless skin, a trace of pink just visible on her cheeks.
beside her was her best friend, mikella, she had dirty blonde hair that fell around her shoulders and a bored expression.
The first girl? that girl is me.
my name? hirashi elinora, but mostly people just call me ellie, or alex. but i dont really know where THAT nickname came from, i mean, alex? what has that got to do with elinora?
oh well.
The lesson was french, the last class of the day, and probably the most boring too. i blew my fringe up out of my eyes and tugged on the piece of hair behind my ear. (what? some people bite nails ok, this is alot cleaner as far as dirty habits go.)
i looked up at the clock for about the kazillionth time, and watched as the hands ticked backwards.
'are they supposed to do that? tick backwards?'
apparently not.
"Miss hirashi! are you listening? i asked you a question!"
i smiled innocently and tugged on the hair behind my ear again. i could practically SEE my teacher's eye twitching.
"could you repeat the question please?" i asked, smiling in what i knew was an infuriating way.
there it was again, the twitching of the eye.
"put this sentence into past tense!" she said again, pointing at a sentence in french on the board. (a.n. just so you know, i actually take french classes, so i know how boring they are, but this is not a self insert fic soooo...)
i sat there and looked at it blankly, no clue about what was going on.
the seconds ticked by.
then the minutes.
finally, when i knew the teacher was at breaking point, the bell rang. signalling the end to another long friday.
i left in a daydream, Mikella following, a suspicious look on her face.
"what's with the look alex?" she asked, her eyes scanning the room to see if it could be a guy i was mooning over. i mean, it was, but no one here, no one real.
"i had a really good dream last night." i said eventually, when she wouldn't stop staring at me.
"oh?"
"yeah..." i said dreamily, "i was being attacked and blood was flying everywhere..."
she winced.
"and this is a good dream?"
i looked at her in a way she called 'smart alecky'.
"i wasn't FINISHED mikella." i said reproachfully.
she sighed and gestured for me to continue.
"..and then, in the middle of me being attacked, these 2 guys with pretty hair jumped in front of me and saved my ass." i smiled, remembering.
she sighed again. i was beginning to think it was her favourite past-time actually...
"alex," she began."don't - "
"fall in love with a dream, i know mikella...its just..." i trailed off, knowing that a huge lecture was coming my way if i finished that sentence.
"no buts! now, am i coming to your house now or what?"
i snapped out of my daze and grinned.
"yep! grab your stuff and follow me wench!" i yelled, striking a pose and ignoring the sideways looks i was recieving.
she sighed. AGAIN. man, she needs a hobby.
she pulled her stuff out and moved along after me, as i crossed the distance to the car park in leaps and bounds. my laughter seemed to be infectious however, and we reached the car in a right state. giggling and grabbing each other for support.
my dad was sitting in the car, listening to oldies music, his arm leaning out the window and his hanyou ears twitching in irritation.
we were obviously late.
we got in the back seat, and he glared at me, slamming his foot down on the gas pedal as we sped forwards, heading towards the middle school where my sister was waiting. she climbed in the front seat with a bounce, her dark hair and darker hanyou ears bouncing along with her.
now it was my time to sigh.
wait, let me explain, .my father is a hanyou, a half demon. an INU half demon to be exact, he was married to our mother, but not mated to her.
while my younger sister michelle, (who is 7) inherited the cute little ears, the good sense of smell, the beautiful dark hair...i took after HER.
when i was michelle's age, my mother and father divorced, because she had come home every night reeking of sex and other men. my father then married chrissica, who he is also mated to.
Everyone gets along with chrissica, EVERYONE. she's just soooo...NICE.(even if she is a smidge immature sometimes.)
anyways...back to my life!
she turned around in her seat eagerly and smiled excitedly at mikella, who smiled back in the same manner.
Michelle was just opening her mouth to say something when the car, or deathtrap we were currently riding in turned a sharp corner. don't get me wrong, the actual CAR is brilliant, bmw and all, but when dad drives...you get the point.
several sharp turns, angry drivers and run red lights later we reached home, and we all stumbled out of the car, checking for lost limbs.
dad stalked up the stairs, still grumbling, and left us to follow. While he wasnt looking, i loaded michelle up with the bags, piled so high we could only see the tops of her ears. and ordered her to take them to my bedroom.
"I heard that ellie! you'd better not be doing what i think you are!" my father called from the kitchen.
damn, and she was about to do it too.
Mikella giggled a bit and hefted her bag onto her shoulder.
"Of course not daddy!" i called out innocently.
i rolled my eyes.
i think it was about time i went shopping.