It had been 11 years since that faitful night in preschool and every minute InuYasha spent wondering about that girl he had met in preschool. He spent most of his time either drawing those wonderful brown eyes of hers or her silky black hair. He could almost drool as he thought about what she must look like now. No, he wasn't falling in love with a 4 year old pre-schooler...he was falling in love with a 15 year old super model, but what was her name?...He couldn't remember. Then his thoughts were interupted by Mrs. Yumaru.

"Class we have a new student. Please welcome miss Kagome Higurashi." she said, showing her to her seat beside InuYasha. He looked over to his best friend Miroku with a wide smirk on his face, then he reached of and put a fake toad on her desk. She looked down to see what he was doing and screamed a high pitched, shrill which was one long note. "Miss Higurashi? Care to share with the class?" mrs Yumaru asked her, quite annoyed as she had just started speaking to the class again.

Kagome stood up, red in the face because of both anger and embarassment. She pointed her finger at the silver haired boy sitting next to her. "He put a toad on my desk!" she said in an angry tone. InuYasha stood up for his own defence. "What? Are you crazy? Where would I get a toad! The chick's nuts!" he said, sitting back down thinking he had done a pretty good job with himself. "Miss Higurashi why am I not finding this hard to believe? InuYasha! One more little incedent in this class with ANYONE and you will be in DETENTION" she spat. "whatever" InuYasha mumbled.

Kagome sat back down in her seat fuming that he would do such a thing to her but carried on writing down all of her things. InuYasha and Miroku grinned foolishly at eachother at their accomplishment. Then it was Miroku's turn. He sat behind Kagome. He reached out his hand and tugged on a piece of her raveny black hair. Her hands flew upwards as she stood and gasped. "Yes miss Higurashi? I had no clue you had such a thrill for math" mrs Yumaru said. "No HE just tugged on my hair!" she yelled pointing this time at Miroku.

"Miroku! After speaking to your friend there I would have thought that you would have had more sense then that! But then this is you we're talking about! Same as InuYasha, one more disturbance and you're in detention!" she yelled at the both of them. Kagome sat down quite satisfied with herself, smirking that she had already gotten two people in trouble. Finally the bell rang signalling the end of class. Kagome hurried out of class and InuYasha had to run to catch up with her.

"Hey" he said once he had come up beside her. "Hey yourself" she answered him. "What was up with that stunt in class? It was so old!" she said. "So what? You fell for it didn't you?" he asked her. "Yeah... " she wasn't really paying attention anymore though, she was looking at his hair and ears...he was really beginning to remind her of someone she had met before, she knew it. "What's your name again?" she asked him curiously.

"Already falling for my charm eh babe?" he smirked at his own comment. Kagome just sighed. "You're so obnoxious, now just answer me, what's your name?" she continued on with the question. "Well since your so attracted to me" he said, getting out a pen and paper, writing down his phone number and passing it to her. "Here's my number. Just ask for InuYasha" and then he walked away to go join Miroku and the others.

"What a rude jerk" Kagome said, smiling to herself as she tucked the number away in her pocket.

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Kagome got home and ran into the kitchen to see her step mother. "Hey mom" she said. "I met the-" but she was cut off. "Shut up! I can't hear the radio! Go somewhere where you're wanted!" her step mother snapped at her. Kagome ran up into her room and layed on her bed, close to tears but could not make any fall. Then she heard the door swing open and a loud belch erupted throughout the house. Kagome listened and could hear her step mother speaking to her drunk father.

"Oh stop it Frank, that's gross" Valery said. "I'll a tell ya what's gross! YOU! You and you're stupid daughter! That's what's gross" he said, chuckling. "Oh Frank! You're drunk!" Valery said, just noticing this. "I AINT A DRUNK" he yelled, and Kagome heard her mother gasp and a thud hit the floor. "THAT'LL TEACH YA NOT TO CALL ME A DRUNK" he yelled.

Kagome knew that he had just knocked her mother unconcious. She had gone through this every day for her whole life. She had been nearly killed many times as a young child and quickly learned to stay in her room until her father was asleep. She rarely saw him because of this...never did he come home without either being drunk or hungover, both in which he only wanted her out of his sight.

"Hate ya! Hate Y'all of ya" she heard her father saying downstairs. He was directly under her which meant that he was miving up the stairs. "Come out Kagome!" he called. "Come out come out wherever you are" he said, chuckling after every sentence. Kagome took this as her qeue and went to hide in the closet. She covered herself with her dirty clothes, which she had a mountain of.

Her father then entered the room. "Come out Kagome! COME OUT FRIG!" he yelled. He punched a whole through her wall and destroyed one of the legs of her bed. Then he grabbed the porcelin doll that her real mother had given her just before she died and threw it on the floor, smashing it to bits and then crushing it some more. Feeling angry thathe could not find his own daughter, he cut his finger from his palm up and smeared the blood all over the closet door writing 'I HATE YOU, YOU POOR EXCUSE FOR A DAUGHTER' on it with pure blood. He left the room, deciding to go for a nap.

Hearing her father leave Kagome stepped out of the closet and looked at the closet door where she had heard his fingers rubbing against. She read what it said and felt tears whell up in her eyes again. She turned around to go and lay on her broken bed and saw the crushed doll on the floor. She knealed down and picked up all of the doll pieces, hugging them up against her cheek, which created large and deep cuts causing blood to fall but she didn't care. This was all that she had left of her mother and it was all gone now. All gone.

She couldn't just throw it out so she put it in a box and slid it under her bed, then went to the bathroom, holding one final piece of glass in her hand. She put her wrist over the sink and carefully slit a long line in her wrist. She squinted her eyes shut as she felt the pain become unbearable, then she went and layed on her bed, getting it soaked with the blood from her slit wrist.

After a while she decided that she couldn't bare to actually do this. No way. She hurried to the bathroom and took care of the wound, putting pressure on it so to stem the bleeding. She didn't know why, but she felt that she couldn't die yet, that there was something she needed first...but what?