#1- WHOO HOO! First chapter and it's all mine! Muwhahaha! Well, I'll get straight to the chapter but first I must make sure that you ALL read the summary, it's really important to the story that you do. Well, me and Ashley do not own Inuyasha at all so get over it. Okay, onto the story!

Ch.1- Juvenile emotional training program.

P.O.V.- Inuyasha

"Thanks Dad, if I could even call you that. What kind of a father puts his kid through this kind of torture?"

"Inuyasha! Hold your tongue!" Shessomaru looked pissed. Well, nothing new there.

"What about fluffy here! He needs as much 'sensitivity training' as I do!" I yell, gesturing my arms to my seemingly perfect older half-brother.

"Shessomaru didn't call the chairman of the board a fat cow." Dad stated plainly.

I knew that would come back to haunt me. I knew form the moment I saw that hag that she would ruin my life forever. And I was right.

"She is a fat cow!"

"She's PREGNAT!" Geeze, Dad could really give it when he wants to. "You made her so upset that she almost went into early labor! And that's not the only time that I've seen you act like that! Which is exactly why I'm putting you in the juvenile emotional training program."

"Juvenile? What have I done that's illegal?"

Shessomaru wanted to say something. It was so obvious. But, God forbid that he ruin his cool domineer. No, he just opened his mouth slightly and looked at me like he was going to say something smart but decided against it and returned to reading his magazine.

"Juvenile means young, Inuyasha. What you're thinking of is a juvenile delinquent. Maybe if you studied harder you'd know the difference." Dad sighed, as if he was realizing for the first time that his youngest son was no scholar. And I would just like to point out that he yet again brings up the whole 'educational' thing! I swear, every single conversation…

"Argh! Fine. I'll do the whole 'sensitivity training' bit. As long as I don't have to clean up garbage or nothin'." I turned my back to both of them, a clear sign of defiance. But even with my back turned, I could feel my half-brother and father's cold, cocky smirks boring into me.

"Oh no Inuyasha, I think they'll find a much better job for you."

"Ugh! Who do these people think they are! I don't even wear uniforms for school! I look like a freakin' maid!"

click

"Miroku… what the heck do you think you're doing?"

"Documenting this moment. Now say cheese!" He says smiling as he takes another picture with that stupid little camera of his. Yeah, I guess all in all Miroku's a good friend and a pretty decent guy except when he's around beautiful women. (He's a bit of a flirt and a lot of a pervert.)

Miroku is a seventeen year old like me that just so happens to works days for my Dad. After his father died, he had to fend for himself so he dropped out of high school and applied for a job at Dad's company. The rest, as they say, is history. We've been best friends ever since. Because of the job he attends a night school; it's a lot to have on your plate except I guess it's okay for him considering that the only hobby he has in womanizing. That, and now, making fun of me in my candy stripers uniform.

"Hey, come on 'Yash! You look okay in that! Now, stop scowling and smile! Your job is to brighten up sick people's day! That… and fluff their pillows… deliver there meals… snicker change their bed pans…!" Oh. I'm going to kill that kid. Right after I kill Shessomaru, my Father, the nurse who gave me this hideous outfit, and the fat hag who got me into all this.

If I've learned anything about this place in the last two days it's that I really hate Jell-o.

They decided to put me in the area of the hospital where the people who are terminally ill are. They make it seem like it's because it will make me more sympathetic but I think it's really because if I screw up and accidentally kill someone, it won't really matter all that much. Really, it's just annoying being here. I really don't feel that bad for these people. Life sucks, deal with it. However, it is getting on my nerves that all they do is moan and groan! All day and apparently, everyday.

Well, my day is almost over at any rate. One more plate of disgusting green Jell-o to deliver and I'll be done.

CRASH

That sounded really close. Spinning my head around quickly I notice a girl. A girl about my age with a frail body, pale skin, long black hair, and beautiful big brown eyes.

Those eyes, they looked so scared of me. So big and wide… like she saw a ghost or something. Her breathing was labored and hard; her eyes starting to look like she was insanely tired and was trying her absolute hardest to stay awake. That's when I realized that something was wrong. I got there just in time to catch her as she fell to the ground.

"SOMEONE GET A DOCTOR! NOW!" I yell in my demanding voice. The same voice I use when I'm mad at someone, the same voice I use to get back at people. For the first time, I think I actually used my big mouth to help someone.

Within seconds doctors and nurses were crowded around me and took the girl away yelling and mumbling until they were all inside a room. Lest to say, today is much more interesting than the past two pathetic days of work. But what only a few moments ago seems very irrelevant to me now. For all I know, I'll never see that girl again. And after all, it is a hospital... I'm sure that mysterious girls fall into the help's arms all the time. I should just go home where I belong. Home; out of this hospital, and away from that girl.