Chapter 1: Please Just Love Me

By: Mikogirl18

Her lips grazed his, the feeling of love being pressed into them but it soon disappeared as she pulled away. Her crystal blue eyes stared into his golden eyes, hoping to find any sort of emotion but could not. Taking a step back, she could feel the tears fall down her face. She took another step back then turned and walked away. She kept walking, hoping that her love would come after her but she realized that he would not. Her heart broke in two as she ran to what she called home, though you couldn't really call it that. Her "home" was with him, her love. Whenever she was with him, she felt at home. She couldn't describe how much she loved him, it was impossible. She ran with all her might to the place she felt secure. She ran up the steps making sure she didn't slip but that was impossible and soon she met the concrete. She laid there, soaking the cement with her tears as the sky roared above her. The smell of rain hit her nose as the small droplets fell from the sky. Pushing off of the ground, she slowly walked her way up to the shrine, her steps uneven and falling against things. By the time she got to the door, her body was bruised and bloody. She slipped through, making sure not to make a sound in fear of her mother finding her in such a state and not wanting to be worried after. The girl slowly made her way up the stairs and into her room where she crashed onto her bed and cried into her soaked pillow. Hours had passed and she had finally ran out of tears and the call of sleep beckoned her. She gave up and finally fell into the world of dreams, the next day awaiting her.

He finally realized what had happened after she had ran from him. She had told him that she loved him and kissed him. When he showed no emotion she ran for it. He didn't understand why his body had not let him run after her. She was hurt and it was his fault. This girl, the one he had loved forever, ran from him. He felt the rain hit him and sighed. He walked through the streets, contemplating what had happened. How would he make it up to her? Would she accept an apology or would she shun him away? Growling, he slammed his fist into a nearby building, blood falling from his knuckles and onto the soaked cement making it even darker. Pulling his fist away, he stared at the mess he had created. The wounds were already healing up because of his demonic blood. Growling once more, he stalked towards his home. He was a demon correct? Weren't demons supposed to hate humans? Were they not the source of life for demons? So why did he, a demon of high stature, fall in love with a human? He still had not figured it out but he knew that he loved her with all of his being but he didn't know why. Soon he would. He walked into his home and to his room, ignoring the calls from his father and mother. Once in his room, he laid on his bed after changing into dry clothing. He stared at the ceiling, in search for serenity among the dark painted colors. He soon fell into the realm of sleep, her face sketched into his mind, her tears falling from her eyes as she looked at him. Tomorrow would be a hard day to get through.

The sound of teenagers running around, chatting with friends and phones ringing was all you could hear in the courtyard at Destiny High. It was a school for demons and humans alike. Most humans were of miko heritage or had some sort of power. Destiny High was a place for those who were shunned from other places. Here you did have to wear a uniform but you could designed it anyway you wanted. The boys had to were their normal navy slacks and white collared shirts with the school's emblem on it. The girls had a choice between the normal slacks or the navy skirt that came mid thigh. Most of them wore the skirts, colorfully decorated with buttons and glitter. Blue eyes looked around the school from their spot among the tree branches. Long, thick eyelashes accompanied her crystal blue eyes. A sigh passed through her pink tinted lips that were glossed over with her favorite lip gloss. She ran her black diamond studded nails through her long blonde hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall.

"Chelsea!!!"

Said girl looked down from her spot at an upcoming figure. Her black hair was held up in a ponytail on top of her head, swaying back and forth as she walked closer to her friend. Her dark brown eyes shined in the sunlight, her lips spread into a wide grin as she came closer to the tree. A boy followed behind her, carrying a large boomerang and a staff. He seemed to be exhausted for when he got to the tree he fell down, breathing hard.

"Sango, how can you carry such a heavy thing?" he panted out, staring at the young woman.

Sango rolled her eyes. "Easy, Miroku. I train. And when I train, I get stronger so I can carry this around."

Miroku sighed. Chelsea just stared at them with amusement. Her friends could be so weird sometimes. Jumping down, she landed in front of Sango, her skirt coming down shortly after her landing, making Miroku stare. Sango growled and hit him with Hiraikotsu, her boomerang. Chelsea giggled but soon stopped when she saw someone. Sango looked at her friend before turning to see what she was looking at. There, coming out of his car was Sesshoumaru, the school's ice prince and major hottie material. Chelsea held back a sob when he looked straight at her, though most couldn't tell he was looking at her because he was wearing his glasses but Chelsea could tell, he was looking at her. Another figured appeared from the passenger side of the car. The same silver hair and gold eyes looked around. Inuyasha was Sesshoumaru's half brother. He was born of a demon father and a human mother unlike Sesshoumaru who was born of both a demon mother and father. Inuyasha walked towards Chelsea and her group, his dog ears twitching from side to side.

"Hey, Chels. How was the weekend?" he asked, hugging his best friend.

Chelsea smiled at him and rubbed his ear. "It was good. Missed you though."

Inuyasha went into a state of complete happiness. Chelsea, the girl he had a crush on forever had missed him and he was getting his ear rubbed. Blinking out of his state, he swatted at her hand, glaring at the giggling girl. He said his hellos to everyone else and talked about what he had done over the weekend. Chelsea was too caught up in her thoughts to notice that the bell had rung and everyone was going inside.

"Chelsea?" Sango said, waving her hand in front of her friend's face. Chelsea snapped out of her thoughts and grinned sheepishly at her friends, grabbed her stuff and ran inside to her first period.

First period. It was what Chelsea called Hell. Yes, History was Hell when you didn't want to be there. Normally Chelsea loved history class, but right now she didn't want to be in the room. One reason: Sesshoumaru Taisho. He sat right behind her in this class and what she hated was that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. He felt closer than he normally was. She hated it. She just wanted to reach around and rip off his face. She hated him, and she hated this class because he was there. All the demons turned to her, eyes wide. The young miko was growling. She was pissed and it was never a good thing to be near a pissed off miko. They all knew that Sesshoumaru was the reason why she was so pissed but they didn't know why.

"Miss Tamohi, please calm yourself before I have to send you to the Headmaster." Myoga-sensei said, pausing in his lecture to reprimand his student. Chelsea nodded and went back to writing notes in her journal. She could feel his golden eyes staring at the back of her head. She hated it. She couldn't wait to get out of this class.

"Alright, students. As you all know, this week is full of projects. I will assign you a partner and you and he or she will work on it together. This project is worth half your grade so I suggest no slacking off." The students groaned and moaned. The demons were all hoping they didn't get paired up with any humans and the humans hoped they didn't get paired up with any demons.

"Alright, here are your partners. Ayame will be partnered up with Koga, Miroku with Inuyasha, Sango with.." Sango looked over at Chelsea and grinned. "Kikyo. And Sesshoumaru shall be partnered up with Chelsea. These are your partners you will be working with. You project is over the Feudal Era. Remember, it is worth half your grade. That is all." The bell rang and Chelsea stayed in her seat, wide eyed and mouth hanging open. Sango shook her shoulder and Chelsea looked at her and sighed. Everyone had left but Chelsea and Sesshoumaru who was talking with Myoga-sensei. Chelsea grabbed all her books and slid them into her backpack and stood up. She made her descent down the stairs and ran into a well chiseled chest. Looking up, she wished she had never looked at him. His golden eyes stared down at her and into her soul. Chelsea felt violated and moved to the side to get past but he had moved to block her.

"Sesshoumaru…move…" she said, her voice cracking at the end of each word. He did not move, only stayed in her way of getting out of the classroom.

"Sesshoumaru, if you do not move I will be late." Chelsea glared at the ice prince in front of her. He showed no emotion while looking at her but moved to the side. She ran down the steps and paused at the door and looked back at him. He stared straight into her eyes and watched as she ran out of the classroom and to her next class. Sighing, he grabbed his bag and left for his class, dreading the rest of the day.

The rest of the day was like normal, except for the fact that Chelsea was avoiding Sesshoumaru at all cost. Everyone knew she was avoiding him, it was easy to tell because each time she saw him in the hall she'd go the other way. Sesshoumaru felt empty. She was avoiding him, and it hurt like hell. She couldn't ignore him forever, they were after all, partners. He silently drove to the shrine, in search of his love, hoping that she would be there. Stepping out of the car, he walked up the steps to the shrine and into the courtyard. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her. Her hair was tied up, her bangs falling on each side of her face. She wore the normal attire a miko would wear. A white haori and a pair of red hakamas fit perfectly around her body, getting each curve. She was sweeping the leaves away and every once in a while would stop and sigh. She finally recognized his aura and looked at him. She stayed perfectly still as Sesshoumaru stepped closer to her form. She looked into his eyes and felt their chests touch and that's when she pulled away, putting a few feet of space between them.

"What do you want, Sesshoumaru?" she asked, not looking at him in fear of being trapped into his molten eyes.

Sesshoumaru sighed. "We're partners, remember? I'm here to work on the project."

Chelsea's heart clenched at the thought of that being his only reason for coming.

"Well I'm busy, I can't work right now." Suddenly her brother walked out of the house, dressed in his shrine clothes and walked up to the couple.

"Heard you had a project. Mum said to work on it and I'll do the chores." Chelsea stared at him and sighed.

"Fine." She walked up to the house, waving at Sesshoumaru to follow. He did and soon they were sitting on the floor in the dining room, Chelsea serving tea and Sesshoumaru preparing for the work. She sat back after serving tea. The awkward silence went on until Chelsea spoke.

"I guess we should be.."

"Chelsea…" Sesshoumaru cut her off.

"Don't." She choked out.

Sesshoumaru looked at her. "We need to talk about this."

Chelsea glared at him through teary eyes. "There's nothing to talk about!"

He stayed quiet. Minutes passed and Sesshoumaru finally stood up.

"I can see you're not well enough. Get some sleep, we shall do this another time." Chelsea looked at him. He once again had no emotion portraying across his face or his eyes. He was the ice prince right now. She nodded and stood as well and followed him out. He got into his car and left, leaving a broken down girl in the doorway. Why did everything have to go wrong? Why did she have to suffer like this? Chelsea ran up to her room, locking the door behind her. She walked over to her desk and opened it and looked inside. She pulled out what she was looking for and sat on her floor. With tears in her eyes, Chelsea pulled the razor across her skin, the feeling of sharp pain then searing heat flowing through her arm. Blood pooled down her arm as she drew the letters across her skin.

S….why did he not respond back?

E….why is he so cold?

S….am I that pathetic?

S….does he not feel the same?

H…Chelsea's vision started blurring as she slid the razor across her skin more, the deep cuts pouring more blood out.

O….why do I love him?

U….I'm pathetic…

M….he hates me…

A…..why aren't I perfect?

R…..please…oh please….

U…..please just love me…

Her grasp on the blade loosened and the razor fell out of her fingers. Blood coated her white carpet and her body. Her eyes were dull and grey, the shining blue color drained away. Her body was cold as ice and she fell to the ground. Her last words pierced through the silence of her room.

"Please...just…love…me…"