Okay, in case I didn't say this last time ... I own NOTHING of Inuyasha and co. Just this story.

Kagome's pov.

You think on the first day of school in a new country while on your period would make a girl irritated?

Nope, not the case for me.

Because while I was sleeping my favorite, and dearly missed cousin Sango texted me (she moved to America a few years back) and told me all about how her life is going and how we're going to be schoolmates. Her and her family were the only ones who knew about the move, also the ones who taught us english. She brightened my morning considerately.

I look at my alarm clock, and almost shat my pants.

It was 8:45.

School starts at 9.

I will myself to remain calm while I wonder how I could have slept this long? I blame it on stress.

I pee, yawn, and start the day. I get dressed, my outfit consisting of skinny jeans with rips on the knees and left thigh, a random black tank top and a jean jacket the same color as my jeans, only with 3/4 sleeves. I brush my teeth, then I breeze through my makeup with eyeliner on my bottom water line, and mascara. I throw my hair in a messy bun with my bangs out. "This will just have to do."

I shove my feet through a random pair of shoes (black converse) and run from the house, skipping breakfast.

The jeans are stretchy and allow me to run, and I'm thankful we went shopping the day we moved after we put our stuff in the house. (We didn't have much, so extra time.)

I practically slam into the doors at school, not bothering to slow my pace from running down the street.

I walk up to the office, sit, and wait.

This whole school has a weird vibe to it, like there's just something off about it.

A women with a professional air about her looks up and smiles. I tell her I'm new, she ask for a name, I give her mine, and she gives me a schedule.

I glance at the first room number and walk out the office, checking the signs on the walls for directions. My room is upstairs. I glance at the stairwell.

"Sugar Honey Ice Tea, so many stairs."

Right then I notice that it's 8:55, I made good time. I also hear some annoying music which I can safely assume is the band song they probably play every morning. As I walk towards the steps, I feel weird vibes coming from different directions.

I huff and start up the stairs, just noticing the looks I'm getting from boys and girls alike.

I give a small smile before rushing up the stairs all the way, not concerned about the looks. I was the new kid, of course I'll get looks.

I walk into my first period just as the bell rings. If I thought I got stared at downstairs, I was REALLY getting stared at now. The weird vibe I have intensified as I stepped in, only this time it feels familiar and more focused. But this time it feels relaxing, safe. 'Why do I feel so secure? As if someone in this room is making me feel like they're my protector or something. But that's ridic-'

"Are you the new student they notified me about?" The teacher asks, pulling me from my thoughts and leaning on his desk.

"Yes," I replied easily, "Kagome Higurashi."

"Nice, I'm , your math and first period teacher, pick any seat you want."

I didn't get a chance to look around as a familiar voice eagerly called out.

"Over here, Kags!"

I snap my head to the back of the room and smile so large my face hurts. But I remain silent and take my seat.

I turn to the overly excited girl next to me and look around to make sure the other students are talking before exclaiming "SANGOOOO!"

I tackle her in a hug before letting her get a word out.

She laughs and hugs me back. We pull away and she takes a good look at me.

"You look like shit." I could always count on her kind, loving soul to be gentle.

"Gee thanks, love you too. Actually I woke up late. "

Sango was as gorgeous as I remembered. Long, dark brown hair in a high ponytail, bangs out, and striking brown eyes. Face paired with makeup similar to mine only with pink eye shadow to compliment her outfit. Tight, comfy looking black sweatpants and black zip up hoodie with a pink zipper. Her shoes were all back high top converse with pink sleeves.

She looked like she was going to answer, when she turned an impressive shade of red, turned around, and punched whoever was behind her. I watch as the person falls to the ground out of a seat and she screams "HENTAI!" like a banshee before sitting back down, looking murderous.

I look around, panicking and thinking she's going to get in trouble, but everyone who was looking just looks bored. The teacher doesn't care, I guess this happens a lot.

"What happened?" I ask, confused.

"That perv grabbed my ass."

Then I hear a males voice, "my lovely Sango, I was merely stretching and my hand happened to wander ..."

I watch as a male with a striking hand print contrasting to his skin tone gets up looking awfully satisfied with himself.

He has deep eyes, looking purple in color. Short hair pulled back in a small ponytail and bangs on his forehead. His ears are pierced and he has on black jeans, a purple sweatshirt, with black converse.

Sango looks like she wants to rip an important part of his anatomy off, but I guess he's used to it because he just continues on with that satisfied look on his face, "it really wasn't me, the hand my dear, the hand."

I put my hand on her shoulder, before she kills him. I successfully draw her attention and her face softens, but I caught his as well.

I didn't have time to blink before I found my hands claps in his with him down on one knee.

"My beautiful young maiden, would you please bear my child?"

I'm so shocked my mouth drops, I say the first think I thought of when I saw him. "Who are you?"

"My dear beauty, I am Miroku and I would love it if you would honor me with a chi-"

He looks behind me, and a confused and surprised expression comes over his face, but he let's my hands go. He gives Sango's rear one more good longing look before sitting at the table next to mine and Sango's. I look at Sango, confused and angry from that little episode but she's looking behind me too, surprise and confusion written on her face before realization hits and she looks down at me, behind me, and at me again.

Then she turns to face the front, smirking. Muttering something under her breath that sounded like "this should be interesting."

I turned around to see what had people acting stranger than they already were, and found myself staring into the most gorgeous and intense shade of gold.