Okay. (:

I actually have a teacher named Ms. Stewart, but she's extremely nice.

Luna Rosetta - Thankyou, it meant a lot to me.

I LUV INUYASHA - Lmao, thanks. Here's the next chapter.

Crystalize Moonnie - yeah, they're completely creepy weirdos.

Chapter 4.

I breezed through the next two periods, boring stuff. Now I'm in third, and I have it with that jerk.

Why does he keep staring?

I had a stupid idea. Weren't dogs supposed to have better hearing than humans? Now that I think about it, my grandpa (still in Japan, too stubborn to move) always talked about demons and how they still existed today and blah blah. I always wrote it off as him just being crazy, but really, was he so crazy after all? I should have paid attention to what he said more often.

I glanced at the boy to find him once again, having his soul attention on the board, leaning back in his chair.

Back to my stupid idea, yes, dogs were supposed to have better hearing than humans. & if he was a demon, then I should expect those senses to be heightened further. I decide to test this out.

Again, I can feel those eyes, that glare on me. Why on me?

"Hey. Rude boy across the room. Like what you see?" I whispered, low enough for only myself to hear. I glanced over at him, he tried to play it off as normal, but one of his ears were twitching. 'That is seriously so cute.'

"You can actually hear me? I thought this was just a stupid idea but guess not." I whispered again.

I decided that was enough because he looked pretty pissed off, or maybe that was just his face.

I glance around the room, making sure no one really did hear me. literally almost every girl was staring at him. Guess he's popular. He didn't seem too offended about the attention either, rather the opposite. 'Cocky.'

Why do I feel the need to point that out? Why did I feel slightly irritated about it? 'Mood swings. Cue poker face.'

I'm done with my work, and the school doesn't seem to care about phones as long as we're done with everything assigned. I text Sango, I should have just done that earlier.

"Hey, what's your 4th block?" - me.

" Ms. Stewart, you?" -her.

"Same. Good, I'm so bored. & that guy from 1st period is in here .. still glaring at me. I think I made him angrier though. Lol."

"Tell me about it at lunch. Next class is strict and we won't have a chance to talk."

That ended our conversation.

She was so right, all Ms. Stewart did was lecture, give us work, and tell us how ungrateful we are. She didn't look too happy to have me as a new student either.

Do I just offend people naturally or something? 2nd person today. But I'm going to go out on a limb and guess she hated everyone. Didn't look far from the truth.

Turns out Sango and Miroku were both in my fifth period. That was great, because we have that class everyday. Not so great, that stupid guy was there too. That's 3 out of the 5 classes I've been to today.

The teacher was super nice, and we got to work in partners. Me and Sango; Miroku and that guy.

I pulled out a blank piece of paper and a pen, pointed to sango, and pointed to the paper. She understood, I was writing a note. I didn't want to risk that guy overhearing what I was going to ask. It was then I noticed Miroku lurking over in Sango's area, I was tempted to cover my paper up, but decided I didn't really care. Besides he didn't really seem to be looking at me, more at Sango, as she was leaning over the rectangular table to read what I was writing.

"Sango, who was that guy from this morning? With the dog ears and golden eyes, what's his name?" I felt the need to clarify who I was talking about, Sango can have her brain farts. I rolled the pen to her side of the table, then looked at the floor as I flipped my head over to fix my bun, it was falling. When I was done, I looked at her, puzzled, wondering why she didn't answer me.

Both her and Miroku were frozen, staring at the paper in shock. Sango hadn't even touched the pen. I looked at the paper again, confused, and froze to. "Dog ears, and golden eyes." Crap, crap, and more crap. Talk about brain farts. I told maybe one or two people I saw things like that when I was little, before I started getting called crazy, but Sango wasn't one of them.

'They so think I'm nuts now, dang. My own cousin.' Come to think of it, how was I supposed to tell Sango how I pissed that guy off without telling her what I did and found out? I quickly snatched the paper up and ripped it up in into little pieces, flushed from embarrassment. They both looked at me in shock, and I was about to go excuse myself to the bathroom and cry about how I messed my first day up; when Miroku said something ..odd to me.

"I knew I sensed something from you."

Sango glanced up at him, now confused, "you did? You didn't tell me."

"I wasn't sure .. and I thought you would know. She is your family."

She shot him a dirty look, "by marriage, but I claim her as blood, she doesn't even know what my family does." Hoping for him not to be murdered, and too confused to even ask what she was talking about, I spoke up.

"What do you mean? You ..sensed something from me? & why aren't you two calling me crazy?" My mind was going in circles.

They both seemed to notice me for the first time. It's now I notice that Miroku's partner is paying extra attention to this conversation, not bothering to pretend to be doing work.

"Kagome," Sango started, "is this the first time you've seen someone, or something like him?

I'm pretty sure I looked like a dear caught in headlights, but no point in lying now. "No, but I only told like one or two people, and when they called me crazy I learned not to talk about it."

They both looked to be lost in thought. After a hushed conversation between the two, Sango vaguely told me "we'll talk about it more at lunch."

I did catch one word out of that hushed up conversation, "miko."

The cafeteria was separated into two open content sides, but both were huge.

I didn't have time to make a bento, and nobody seemed to use them so I was good. I had money to get lunch, but I didn't seem to need to pay for it.

I knew what that meant, mom told the school we were poor. I should have been offended, but I thought it was funny.

We weren't extremely rich but we weren't anywhere near poor. As a matter of fact, the reason we moved is because she got a job transfer here, I guess she was pretty high up in the company she was working at, and had skills the people here lacked.

I sat down next to the wall with a window, on the last seat. Sango sat next to me, Miroku across from her, and that guy (yup, I think I'll just continue to call him that till I get a name) sat down next to him. In front of me.

I looked at Sango and Miroku "what do we need to 'talk' about?"

Sango started, "grandpa always used to tell us stories when we were little about demons, spiritual powers, and more stuff, correct?"

I knew where this was going. "Yes, aaand?"

"He is crazy, but not as crazy as you think. Demons-"

"Are real." I cut her off. "I figured that out this morning when I saw him, and .. I did a little test. But what about it?"

"Well," she started "my family comes from a long line of demon slayers, we're trained fighters and handle situations when demons get out of control. We moved here because the demon population is higher than it is in Japan. But, a demon out of control very rarely happens anymore, since the one's under human intelligence died off a long time ago. Demons are common, but most use a glamour to cover their appearances, to not draw attention. Like he does," she pointed to that guy, "to everyone else he has black hair, no claws, and his eyes are brown. Without the glamour they still look human, but with more exotic features such as eye colors, claws, and markings. Most demons are proud and see themselves as the superior race. Their lifespans are way longer than ours, and the more powerful type of demon you are, the longer you live and the smarter you are. There are quite a few that pass human intelligence. Plus we don't have a prayer to be as physically strong as they are, and their reflexes are much faster than ours. A powerful demon could lift this table up with us on it, no problem."

As an afterthought, she added, "also, Miroku is training to be a monk, he comes from a line of them." She rolled her eyes. "I don't see how a pervert like him can be a monk but whatever." I had to laugh at that. But I had questions too.

"How come you never told me? & Why are you telling me now?"

"To my side of the family it was secret. I'm telling you now because Miroku sensed spiritual powers in you, and since you can see his real features," she pointed to that guy again, "he was right. You're a miko. I don't know much about them, other than they have the power to purify. Our principle herself is knowledgeable on them, since she is one herself. Once we tell her that you're one too, she'll want to talk about it with you . She can teach you more."

I soaked this all in. Okay, I guess we all had secrets.

"I'm happy you shared this with me, Sango." I stated.

She just looked at me out as if I was about to throw up, "you aren't in shock." It was a statement, not a question.

"I've always been good at dealing with the weird." I explained.

She stared for a second longer, before giving a nod. "Now tell me about this 'test' you did."

She looked interested, Miroku raised his brow, that guy glared. I chose to ignore it.

"What do you mean ..test?" Miroku asked, almost hesitantly.

"I whispered something to him low enough for no one around me to hear, then looked to see if he heard it. I guessed he did when I saw his ear twitching." I answered, a little smug.

"What did you whisper?" Sango asked.

"'Hey, weird boy across the room, like what you see?'"

They both burst out laughing, and I joined in. How ever we stopped when a growl was heard.

"Don't talk about me like I ain't right here!" Was the indignant voice that followed that growl. His grammar is ...terrible.

A still giggling sango started to tell me something. "By the way, his name is-"

"Inuyasha!" An exaggerated giggling voice exclaimed. I looked up to see a blonde girl with way too much makeup on standing around that guy, Inuyasha, it seemed. She was in my 3rd block, one of the girls staring at him. She irritated me for some reason. That irritation intensified when I saw her lay her hand on his right shoulder (his left), drag it down to his stomach, while draping her other arm across his other shoulder. Why was I getting so irritated and angry lately? 'Blaming it on mood swings.' That gu-Inuyasha's ears flattened again. 'So cute, but why do they do it?'

I'm pretty sure it showed on my face how irritated I was, since Sango put her hand on my shoulder, but that hand tightened to a death grip when two more girls came over, swooning over to Miroku. & damn if he wasn't loving the attention.

Guess I knew Sango's crush now.

I noticed Inuyasha glance at me before responding to that girl, "Yo, Brittany."

She noticed too, since she locked eyes with me, glared, then draped herself over his lap.

Sango had those girls running with one glare, Miroku glanced at her, surprised; but I noticed the impressed look on his face. I guess she did too, because she looked down with pink cheeks.

Sango was ..blushing ? And ..shy? definitely a crush. & With the way he looked at her, he liked her back.

I was happy for them. Till I look at Inuyasha to see that girl, Brittany practically undressing him with her eyes.

"My parents are going on a business trip this Friday, how about you come over, just us?" She all but purred.

He looked pretty uncomfortable, which made me happy. Why did that make me happy?

"Going over Miroku's house this weekend." He told her.

Miroku looked surprised, like he didn't expect that, Inuyasha sent him a subtle but pleading look. Of course, she noticed, and she sent me the dirtiest look.

"But we had fun last weekend, riggghhhtt? My bed is cold without you."

I choked on the juice I had just started drinking, and Sango had to pat my back to help me get it down.

I turned my eyes, a little watery from choking to him, then her, then him again; before I looked away to Sango's general direction. Why was I so hurt from hearing that? Sango took one look at me, before a knowing look crossed her features and she started talking. Why did she have that knowing look?

"T.m.i," She started, "we didn't need to know that, and if you want to talk about that then you need to get up and get a private area."

Brittany glared at her, and Sango glared right back. It looked like it would have gone on forever if Inuyasha hadn't spoken up.

"There's nothin' to talk about. I'm hanging with the lech this weekend."

I don't think I've seen anyone look so offended, but Brittany sure did, and it made me really happy. I decided to not even question my feelings.

"Whatever." She hissed out, before she got up and walked back to wherever she came from.

That left an awkward silence, as we just looked at each other. Sango started eating an apple and I drank the rest of my juice. Miroku saved the day.

"Since when were you hanging out with me this weekend?" He asked Inuyasha.

"Shut up." Was the only response he got.

"So, what type of demon are you?" I wanted to know if my guess was right.

"He's a half dog demon." Sango told me. '..half?'

I voiced my thoughts, and Miroku answered, "mother a human, father a demon. His mother is his father's mate, the person they were born to be with."

They all seemed to be staring at me like waiting for some outburst, especially Inuyasha. I just looked at them strangely.

"Why are you guys staring at me like that?" I turned to him, "I bet the story of how they met and fell in love is adorable."

Then Miroku and sango gave out a sigh, as if relieved for some reason, and I saw the same thing in Inuyasha's eyes.

It was my turn to look at them strangely, to which Miroku explained.

"Some people look down on human and demon relationships. Demons see themselves as too prideful to ever take a human as a mate. Have sex with one, maybe, but mate one is out of the question. Some don't care, but most do."

That made me frown, "why does it matter?"

"That's just the way it is, and most demons especially look down on a half demon." Sango stated.

I turned to Inuyasha, "well I don't care what you are as long as you're not a bad person."

"Keh, whatever." was what I got back.

Lunch went on uneventful after that, and so did school, except in 6th period I got stared at by some guy- demon, judging by the vibe I got. His hair was jet black, in a high ponytail, and his eyes were a beautiful blue. His name was Koga, he was ... flirtatious to say the least.

My seventh block was boring, Inuyasha and Miroku were in it. But they sat on the other side of the room, and looked pretty deep in conversation so I didn't want to intrude. Plus I was too lazy to get up. That bimbo from lunch was there, glaring holes in my head the whole time. I met a very friendly and hyper demon named Ayame. I liked her.

The bell had rung, and I had just gotten to one of the many exits of the school when I felt a rough tap on the shoulder. I turned around, only to be looking into the face of Inuyasha himself.

"What?" I asked.

"C'mon wench, I'm walking you home."

"One, don't call me that, and two .. how do you know where I live?"

He looked like a child who got caught doing something bad. Then I knew, "you were in the tree by my house at 6am. Why the hell were you at my house at 6am? How did you even know I lived there? I just moved two days ago."

I don't care how safe I feel with him, if he's a stalker I'm reporting him. The thought of reporting him made me feel ..sad, but I shook that feeling off. I was too creeped out to check my feelings.

I started walking away and turned down the street, on the way to my house when he caught up with me.

"Listen-"

I cut him off, "you obviously know me, you stared at me in every class we had together. How did you even find me after school? I got lost in the crowd so there is no way you followed me all the way to the exit. Do you even walk hom-"

I was cut off by him putting a hand on my mouth.

I almost bit him until I noticed his eyes. Something about the way he was looking at me made me stop.

"Oi, listen to me." He started softly, his voice soothed me. "Sango said in lunch something about my mom being my dads mate, right?"

I nodded. Trying to see where this is headed, I had an idea, it would explain a lot.

"We need to talk about that." He said .. slowly, he was serious.

I decided to give him a chance, if he turned out to be a weirdo, I would just scream in the highest octave I could reach. That'll stun his ears enough to give me a chance to run.

Yeah, that's it. This took foreverrrrr. But that's okay because I have no life lmao. I'll update soon