Starting from this chapter, I won't have a beta. The chapters may be a little crappy/ not good at all from now on. I'm sorry if you people don't like my writing as much with out help, but his is the way it's going to be. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review if you like it, thanks.

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Move On

Chapter 2: First Move

It had been dull. Plane dull and boring. She had merely wanted to get through the day. Going home to her new house would be bliss. The bliss of silence would be wonderful accompanied by a nice bath.

She inwardly sighed, not really feeling up to school. Everyone had begun the staring ritual after first period. The school seemed to have quick communication between the social classes. It amazed her how many people mumbled about the new girl.

But the mumbling she could ignore, it was the staring that really got her. 'Why were they staring?' was what she thought when she sensed a pair of eyes on her. She couldn't understand what was so interesting about a new face. It disgusted her how nose people were.

She just wanted to be left alone, hopping that the teacher wouldn't force her into group work.

The gods must have heard her. Right then an unknown figure approached her, calling her last name. The gods were probably laughing at her as well.

"Hi, your name's Higurashi right?" a male called to her. This boy had silver hair that flamed behind him, leaving a trail of popularity following him. She wrinkled her nose at the atmosphere she felt vibrating off of him, her lenses lifting slightly in front of her.

She continues to walk, he was a male. A bystander of the opposite sex, which was something she didn't want to get involved with.

She jolted her shoulders as she felt strong hands grab hold. She turned around slowly, her eyes sharp and spiteful. She razed a messy eyebrow, easily seen with her rimless lenses.

She shrugged her shoulder out of his grip roughly. She didn't want to be touched ever. That was another pet peeve of hers. Just a genital touch sent her into an edgy mood. It made her shoulder muscles go into an acidic fit. They would make her body strain itself, causing her to vomit. She couldn't control her feel.

She skittered her shoes, leaving the boy's presence for the moment being.

"Wait," he fallowed her, pushing a few people aside as he made his way past them. Next thing Higurashi knew, he was in front of her. She stepped to the side of him, dogging his attempt to stop her.

He stepped in front of her again, shifting his position as she tried to get around him. She lifted her stare up off the floor. He could see that her lips were chapped and bitten. Her face was clear, it had no make-up. Not even the slightest sight of fake blush and lip gloss. She had slight circles around her eyes, her eyebrows seemed to be messy, her hair needed to be combed, and maybe a nice pair of classes that complemented her face. But behind those dense lenses, were the most stunning eyes he had ever seen.

Her eyes were beautiful, even with those thick glasses planted on her face. They were deep, thick with thought and wisdom. They resembled nothing of teen's eyes; they had the appearance that only came with age and understanding. They smiled, even if her facial expression were confused and serine.

Her scent, earlier mistaken by Miroku, wasn't perfume or aftershave. It was the captivating aroma of real fresh flowers; daisies to be exact. He could picture clearly in his mind a beautiful rain forest garden. It flourishing with exotic flowers, due drops sleeping on the petals and leaves.

Her lips parted, ready to say something. He waited patiently, his ears forgetting the hallway sound as they pointed to her.

"You're in my way, you need to move," was what she spoke. His eye twitched slightly at what he had just heard. Her voice from this morning completely erased from his though. Maybe he had mistaken her for the Higurashi girl.

"Excuse me?" he asked, not believing what he had heard.

"Are you def? I said you are in my way moron; you need to move. I'm going to be late for class," she said, never razing her voice. It was a little frightening; she was letting this poison slip through her lips so calmly.

He didn't even have enough time to blink; she walked around him and stepped into a classroom.

He watched. Just watched. It was odd. Nothing matched on her. She looked like a tomboy. But yet she had the eyes that were so deep that it surpassed eternity. Then her voice, it changed. It was innocent, not fake innocent, but true innocence. Well that was at first. Some how it became cold, clear like ice or arctic water. Something he could look through and see exactly what she was talking about.

He walked off to his next class. He didn't need to think about this. Well not now at least. He needed to win. If it weren't for the fact that slavery and his allowance was on the line, he would have slapped her or beat her up by now. She was being a bitch.

That gave him an idea. He was going to get back at her. He just needed to be cool for the moment.

He walked off in the same direction that Higurashi girl had gone off into.

When he had entered that class, he saw her. She didn't look in his direction. She was staring down at a notebook. From what he could see, the pages were blank, penciled markings creating figures that he couldn't see.

He found his chare next to Miroku, almost missing his seat from staring.

"Having fun? I'm sure you've gotten something out of our fair lady?" Miroku asked.

"Ya, I got somthin' out a her, she told me ta move out'a her way, the damn whore… she pisses me off…" he retorted, curling his hand into a fist, but yet being ever so careful of not piercing the palm of his hand.

"Hm… she's an unusual figure… I'll have to start my moves on her at lunch," Miroku commented.

"Humph! Why ya thinkin' out loud all of a sudden?" InuYasha asked. Miroku just grinned, shrugging his shoulders in question.

"Okay students, class is starting," and with that, the class began.

Okay? How's my new chap? Lame? Crappy? Am I not that good of a writer? I don't think I'm really up to your expectations… oh well, if ya like it ya like it, if not… well then ya don't. Pleases R&R!