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Chapter Two: We Meet at Last

Sesshomaru's Profile:

I woke up next to Inuyasha…I guess I had fallen asleep there on accident. Oh well. I Rose slowly, careful not to wake up Inuyasha. I looked at the clock. Damn, it was only 4:12am. I thought about crawling back in with Inuyasha and falling back asleep…but tossed that aside. I knew I had to get up and go to school…now.

My dad was really cranky in the morning and after what happened last night…I didn't think I wanted to anger him with the sight of me. I grabbed my stuff and silently left the house. Inuyasha would know why I left so there were no worries there.

I walked down the street with my hands in my pockets. I looked around for stores that might have been open at that hour. I found a few, but didn't go in. I was taking the long way to school. It seemed logical. As I kept walking, I came up to a glass window. I could see my reflection in it. My face was perfect. No one would know about the little incident with my father and no one had to.

I was happy about that. I hated how some people went to the counselor and wined about how they weren't acknowledged when they had plenty of friends. And how some girls kept saying that they didn't have a boyfriend and they wanted to kill themselves. I didn't want to kill myself…but I wouldn't be really upset if it happened by accident.

Mostly, I was alright with my life…not my father…but my life was fine. I can't choose my parents, no one can. So who cares what they are like? They'll die before you anyway.

I gritted my teeth at that. It was an awful thing to think. But that's just the way I felt about it. I looked up from the ground and a few guys were coming my way. I looked down again trying to avoid their glances. But when we were arms length from each other, every one of them looked at me.

One of the guys, probably the leader, came up to me and smiled. I looked at him. He had a scar that ran from his left eye to his chin. You could tell this guy meant business. I just sighed in annoyance and tried to ignore him.

And as if just for my day to start out in the most perfect way possible, these freaks became a little bit harder for me to ignore. This was because they were each holding a pretty knife in each hand.

I looked at the guy who gave me an "innocent look".

"Excuse me sir, but my friends and I are poor old gentlemen with not a cent to our names. Could you please lend us some money?" he asked me.

I looked at the knife. I also wondered about his odd grammar…which was perfect. I hated people with perfect grammar…they just freaked me out.

I rolled up my sleeves. If these guys wanted a fight, then they would easily get one out of me; but if these guys wanted to win a fight…too bad.

They looked at me and their leader spat at my feet. "Wow, now I really want to give this guy all my money!"

I was of course disgusted by the spitting, so I dropped my bag "which was small with about one book in it" and walked over to the group of people who were probably very amused by my lack of fright.

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes when one of them slid his knife lightly across his throat and smiled at me. These losers were psychotic and I didn't care. Beating the crap out of them was just what I wanted right about then.

I walked up to them till I was inches from the leaders face. Then, quickly, I grabbed his knife and twisted his wrist. I cracked my knuckles on his nose feeling the cartilage crack under my fist.

Another guy came at me and sliced my arm with his six inch. I hollered out in pain, but only for a second. I grabbed him by his hair and hammered my fists into his jaw. Saliva spewed from his mouth as he spun around from the impact.

Another guy actually threw his at me. I narrowly dodged it and sprinted at him when he was weaponless.

I quickly jabbed him in the stomach and punched him again in the ribs hearing the cracking and popping of bones as they shattered in his body.

That was the last one. I spat on the leader "as he had done to me" and grabbed my bag. I walked out of the alley and went on my way to school.

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It was getting a little chilly so I clung to my jacket a little bit tighter, but when I moved, a wave of pain shot up my left arm.

Even though it was cold, I took the jacket off to examine it. It was a pretty bad gash. I knew I would defiantly feel it by the end of the day.

Groaning, I took my jacket completely off and tore both sleeves off. It was a thin jacket so it was pretty simple for me to tear. I wrapped on of them around my arm and threw the other one away.

Kids at our school were always coming up with new fashions, so I could get away with it without suspicion.

I smiled and kept walking for school with a slight limp.

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Kagome's Profile:

The early morning was my favorite time of day! It was 4:00am and I was so excited to go to school on my first day.

The day before, I was so nervous, I thought I was gunna have to be "sick" today. But I realized that I would have to go eventually, so I decided I would at least get a jump-start.

I walked downstairs in the dark because I had not yet figured out were all the light switches were, and went into the kitchen.

Let's see…I thought to myself.

I just had a pop tart and some milk and wrote my mom a note. She showed me where the school was before so I just walked there myself…at 5:00am…

I knew I was probably going to be waiting a long time by myself, but that was alright with me.

When I walked out of the shrine, I saw a sign on the side of the street that said "Baird High" and on the bottom it said "Baird Jr. High". I was almost surprised that there was no "Baird Elementary", but there wasn't so…whatever.

I took the directions the sign gave me. There was another way to go, but it would take me at least an hour to get to school that way. I knew I would be early as hell, but I just wanted to get there in one piece.

I circled the park and walked for maybe twenty minutes before I saw the school.

When I got there, I was surprised (and a little relieved) that I was not alone. There was someone else who was already there. He was holding his arm like he was hurt or something.

A little worried and nervous, I walked up to him. When I softly said "hi", he nearly jumped out of his shirt. He looked at me with fear and anger until he really looked at me…then he was just…looking. It was kinda creepy actually.

He sighed under his breath and unclenched his arm. He shot a glance at me and straitened himself.

"Are you the new girl?" he asked me a little dryly. I nodded. So far, I didn't really like this guy. But I knew I would have to deal with him.

He closed his eyes and walked up to me. He put his right hand in his pocket and extended the other one. I took it and looked back at the other hand in his pocket.

As soon as I gave this guy a good once over, he looked like he had gotten into a lot of fights. His nose was bruised a little bit and there was a weird smell about him.

I knew it wasn't like he had not showered because the smell was mixed in with Pantene Shampoo. I then looked at his left arm. Blood was dripping down from under the cloth wrapped around his arm.

I let out a small gasp and he narrowed his eyes. He took his hand out of his pocket. Blood; this guy was covered in it!

I backed away a little bit. My mother had always told me to never get mixed in with people who liked to start fights. And I was guessing this was one of those types of guys.

I gave him a nervous smile. "So, what happened?" I asked him.

He huffed and averted his eyes.

"Nothing bad." He said coolly. It was my turn to narrow my eyes.

"Your arm is covered in blood!" I shouted. He winced at my volume and I regretted yelling. If this guy was always starting fights, maybe he would attack me to!

But he didn't. He just looked at me in an annoyed way. I blushed. His eyes seemed to look right into me. Like he was reading my mind or something; it was really weird.

I looked right back at him; though I knew I was not as intimidating as he was. Suddenly, he closed his eyes and dropped to the ground. I was scared now. What if he fainted? At the school now when no one was here to help. I didn't think I could carry him and if I ran off, someone could get to him before help did!

I panicked. "Oh God!" I thought, "What am I gunna do, what am I gunna do?" It was nearly 5:30 in the morning. Most people weren't even awake yet. So even if I could get help… who?

I looked back at him. His injury looked really bad even on the outside of the cloth. I unwrapped it which made the guy hiss in pain. But he didn't wake.

I looked at the gash in his arm. Just the look of it made me want to throw up! Or run away screaming! I did neither. I ran to a water fountain in the school entrance. The fountain was outside, so I was able to get it without breaking in the school.

I dampened the cloth, which looked suspiciously like a jacket sleeve, and ran back to him. I dabbed it on his gash and something that sounded almost like a low growl could be heard from his throat.

It was chilly, but I was still sweating. After all the blood was whipped away, I wrapped the cloth around his arm again, this time, tighter. When he woke up, he looked both mad and a little sick.

"What happened?" he asked hardly above a whisper. I told him that he blacked out and he looked at me with an angry glare. Then he looked at his arm and his eyes softened.

"You?" he asked. I blushed a deep red and nodded. He then gave me what looked like a smile. I blushed even more at that.

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Sesshomaru's Profile:

I tried to smile at her, but I was in too much pain to try very hard.

"My name is Sesshomaru, and if you're who I think you are, then I'm supposed to show you around the school today, we have all the same classes besides homeroom." I told her.

She smiled a warm smile that sent all my pain away. I really didn't feel anything at all. Nothing except for that feeling you get in your stomach when you have a crush on someone.

I knew I liked her, simple as that. But I didn't care if I liked her or not, because if anything got in the way of my grades, my father would…you guessed it, kill me.

I returned the smile and she gave me her name. "Kagome…" I said out loud to myself.

Higurashi Kagome was her name. She was pretty, much prettier the Kikyo. And she was nice…also unlike Kikyo.

I chuckled to myself at that thought. Kagome was unlike any of the girls at Baird High School. She didn't talk and talk and talk to get my attention. She was pleasant to be around…and you could even say she smelt really good to.

I then looked at my arm. It wasn't bleeding and she even wrapped it back up for me. It looked good enough to fool the teachers; which didn't take much anyway.

I was just afraid that Inuyasha would know about it. He would probably get all worried and call mom to pick me up; which would make dad very happy indeed.

I looked at Kagome again. She had stopped looking and me and just looked at the school entrance.

She was scared. Of course I would be too if the first thing that happened to me before I even got in the school was a guy fainting in front of me and I have no idea how to handle it all by myself.

But apparently, she knew how to handle it just fine. I smiled a real smile and she giggled. I liked her smile and laugh. I didn't know why…but I did. It wasn't annoying like most girls laughs. Some would even break out into a snort and laugh about that even more.

I irritated me. But she had a sweet, kind of soothing laugh.

Kagome walked up to the entrance. "So, you're going to show me around…why don't you just go home?" she asked. I grinned. But it wasn't a happy grin. It was more like a knowing grin if you catch my drift. My eyes were pointed downward.

"My father wouldn't like that…and I don't want to be in his presence for a while now. We kinda got into a fight yesterday." I told her.

"Is that how you got the cut?" she asked me. I sighed. I don't normally talk to girls this much. They usually don't care or know about anything I say.

"No," I said, "A few guys tried to rough me up this morning. I took the all out but one managed to gash me." I said looking at the pain-filled arm. I hoped Inuyasha wouldn't notice anything.

After that, we just sat and talked; for hours at least. My arm was feeling a little stiff, but I could handle it.

What I liked most about Kagome was that you could have a conversation with her without every sentence ending in, "you know, you're really hot." That's what I liked about her.

I bet that even if I was really ugly, she would still be sitting here talking to me.

In fact, I knew she would. After I kept talking to her, I realized that we had a lot in common, but our family life was way different. At least I had a father and she didn't, but I wish still that my family was like hers.

She has no father, but I wish I didn't have one either. At least not the one I have now.

Eventually, a black car pulled up in the school parking lot and our principal walked out. He always came to school half an hour early. He looked at Kagome then me.

"Excuse me Sesshomaru, but is that the new girl?" he asked me as if Kagome couldn't hear him. I was mad at that. Why didn't he just ask her? I nodded outwardly irritated and he quickened his pace up to us.

"Kagome Higurashi?" He asked. Kagome nodded and smiled. A tiny bit of jealousy struck through me. I was mad that she was smiling at someone else? That was both stupid…and odd…

I shrugged and watched their conversation.

"Miss Higurashi," the principal said cheerily, "We meet at last."

Done, and that, my friends, is chapter two! Now, R&R and get ready for chapter three!