HEY! Yoshiko Furu here! i'm back and guess what! i gatta new beta i know i said i was ganna try and do it on my own... but i'm a complet mess... i have way to many mistakes ( - that was on right there) but anywhom! say hello to my new beta Child of the Silver Moon! Thank her for being so kind as to edit my junk!

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own him or anybody. The only thing I own is pencil

Special thanks to: Anyone who takes the time to review and Child of the Silver Moon, I really do appreciate it.

Move On

Chapter 8: Rainy Day

Early morning. When the earth greets it's inhabitance to a new world of light. Though today was a little cloudier then usual.

Dark menacing clouds loomed over head. Students with the fortune of wealth, luckily had cars and fancy thing to protect them from rain and thunder, but not for the new girl.

She liked the rain, and didn't mind it very much. It brought inspiration to some of the greatest minds she had ever known, people of art and literature.

She hadn't gotten much of a bad vibe when she woke this morning, she felt as though today would blossom with prosper of being invisible. Though she did look forward to seeing Sango. She truly understood her sense of humor, Dry, with an occasional bounce.

She must have been out of her usual funk this morning; the boy she had slapped last week came bouncing along. He seemed so happy, she almost felt bad that she was going to bring his mood crashing down.

"Hello Higurashi! How's your week coming along so far?" he asked simply and joyfully. She adjusted her lenses; maybe she was seeing an illusion of sorts. No, no, he was still there, smiling happily, waiting for her to respond.

"Did your lawyer not read the fine print or are you just a little denser then your friend? Why are you in my presence?" she asked, raising an eyebrow behind her specks.

"No, it's not that I didn't listen. I just couldn't stand the thought of you walking in by yourself," he said graciously. He could see her jaw start to lock again; she was trying to hide some emotion from him.

"And why would that be?" she asked, matching his grace.

"You'll see my rose," he said as he held her delicate hand in his own. She pulled back swiftly, not believing everyone had the need to touch each other.

"Don't touch me," she said no emotion visible in her face or voice.

He said nothing in return, he wasn't about to make her angry again.

They walked to the front of the school, silence danced around them. Miroku wanted to start a conversation. He opened his mouth a few times on there way up, but always closed it. He had many a pone thousands of conversation starters, but he didn't want to make a mistake. What if she didn't like what he said? What if she didn't understand it? He didn't want to demean her that would be total idiocy. Something he, unfortunately to say, expected from his friend.

"You need to learn to enjoy silence, CC." she breathed suddenly, startling him. He blinked at her in confusion at the nickname she had given him.

"CC?" he echoed.

"Short for cupcake, now relax. You seem nervous and it's cramping my mood," she reply, walking a few passes ahead of him.

He stood in place for a moment. She had just given him a nickname. Was it intentional? Was it her way of flirting with him? Or maybe it was the expectancy to her exclusive ring of friends, like InuYasha?

He ran up next to her again as she started entering the building. She pulled the door open, feeling hating glares seeping out at the two of them.

She walked forward, her head held high and proud. It might have been an act, but she seemed to not notice any of the stares that were trying to crack her barrier of ignorance.

Miroku thought this skill somewhat admirable, though as soon as he blinked, she was gone. 'I'll have to go after her at lunch' he thought with determination.

oOo

Miroku rushed through his third period door to get to the library. He even passed InuYasha, guilt filling him up, but he needed to talk to Kagome.

He sprinted in the direction of the library, hoping to find her. No such luck, he couldn't hear her muffled laugh, or the sound of flipping pages. It was silent, absent of life. He walked out, trying to find a room or hallway that she might be in.

He soon found an unusual sight. A backpack lay between a door and the door frame, preventing the entrance form being closed. He walked over to the door, getting ready to close it off.

"Don't close the door," breathed a voice behind the exit. He looked around the metal door to see Higurashi sitting, sketching away.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked politely. She continued doodling for a moment before lifting her head.

"If you do not disturb me," she said, lifting her specs up a little. He nodded his head as he stepped around her to sit next to her.

Outside it was raining fiercely, the quite hiss of the rain giving the area a sound barrier. It was dark, no light peaking from the cloud, blocking the sun from any sight of the earth.

"Do you like the rain?" Miroku asked, worried that she'd kick him in the mud. She scribbled something in the corner of her page before closing the sketch pad.

"I do," she replied, pulling a small apple out of her packet. It's red and yellow hues spattered about like spilled paint. She handed it to him, "I know you're hungry."

Miroku looked at the apple, he wasn't sure he could accept it. It could be a poison apple, like in snow white; it could be her lunch as well.

"I-is that you lunch?" he asked, thinking his blunt antics over for a moment.

"No," she pulled another small apple out of the opposite pocket, "this is."

Miroku smiled and accepted the apple, he really was hungry. He sunk his teeth into the crisp meat of the apple, enjoying its flavor. He new he'd be hungry later, but, he would make the gift of Higurashi linger in his mouth. He didn't know if she was exempting him, but he could almost be sure of it.

She bit into the side of the apple after he had started eating.

"Thanks for the apple," he said, politeness a second nature to him.

"Don't mention it," she said.

oOo

InuYasha could have sworn Miroku was high off something. He smiled and sighed, looking off into space as if an angle had touched him. Maybe he was on angle dust?

He was finally fed up with his stupid antics at the end of the school day. He couldn't find him during lunch, along with Kagome, and her friend had lunch B.

"What the hell are you all happy about?" he spat out angrily. Miroku just smiled at him, his face so illuminate that it almost cleared the gray sky.

"Higurashi is such an angle. I wish she'd let me hold her. I bet she's just like a giant teddy bear," he chirped. InuYasha looked at him in disbelief.

"Excuse me? Are you running a fever? Since when do you like that bitch?" InuYasha asked.

"She's not! She's a good person and very kind. Seeing as you argued with her, she wont be quick to let that down," he chuckled.

"What! No one can stay mad at me, my good friend." InuYasha said smugly. His friend just threw his head back and laughed for a moment.

"InuYasha, I've known you since you were five. Your to implosive and egotistic to bow your head and beg for forgiveness," he laughed. InuYasha merely growled at the reply.

He turned on his heals and started to walk away on the wet grass.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Miroku called for him.

"I'm going to go find Higurashi and get her to forgive me!" he yelled back, 'That'll show him,' he though as he left.

Miroku just stood in the school yard, holding back a laugh. This was something he had to see.

It smelled fresh, as if your one movement could send the smell shattering into broken ice crystals. She in hailed deeply, taking in the crisp smell. She loved the matchless aroma of chilly air.

She stretched her hands to the air, popping her back from a hard days schooling. Quickly brining them down, pulling a pencil out of her hair, and began to draw on the blank booklet balanced on her lap.

She absentmindedly smiled at the scenery. She drew her surrounding in a light shade of her pencil, not wanting to engrave her pencil into the paper on the first go. She was half way through before she heard foot steps disturbing her silence.

She didn't care as much if it was CC or Sango. They were good people, she could learn to like CC. He was an easy going boy, very much a gentleman. She didn't have to worry as much around him. She could always read his body language for any danger, or feel out his vibrations. He was an open book in her opinion.

She looked over her shoulder, expecting a good friend to be seen, but no. She must have killed something unintentional or unjustly hit someone.

"I'm not your tutor anymore Kid-o, and I do believe you have more important things to be doing," she said blatantly, wanting to see the boy she was trying to get over.

"I came here to say… I-I'm so-sorry," he said hesitantly. He hated apologies, it left a bad tasted in his mouth.

"Who sent you? I know you wouldn't apologies out of pure guilt." she said, giving a sigh, she was in no mood today. Now she wanted to go home and draw her garden.

"Nobody sent me! I came hear because I wanted to say I was sorry," he pouted; this move had served him well in the past.

"Humph! You're lying," she said, revising his body language. He bowed his head slightly, holding his arms behind him, but from his short sleeved shirt, she could she the muscles twitching with annoyance.

"I can't! I did look for you so I could tell ya sorry," he said, waving his fists up and down.

"Why?" she breathed out.

He stared at her for a moment, what could he say? Because he had to? Because a bet was riding on his approval? Maybe he could try lying again?

"I didn't think you could answer that, Kid-o. Don't start fallowing a donkeys trail if you don't know the path," she got up and began to walk away. He jilted, looking at her. He stretched an arm out to her, holding her by the sleeve.

"Wait! It's because I like you! I really like you!" he lied, though… the thing about this lie was that it didn't leave a tingle in his fingers or a rock in his stomach. It felt almost like a truth, but it couldn't!

Her next action startled him. She started laughing, almost doubling over from lack of air.

"You... like me!" she said, pointing a delicate finger at him. He nodded his head. He was starting to feel like a chilled again. She had mean ways of doing that.

"Oh god! What a load of bull shit!" she stammered out of her breathless mouth.

"What! How do ya figure?" he asked impatiently.

"I'm about the bitchest person, Kid-o! I'm not beautiful or delicate! I'm not thin as a toothpick and I've got absolutely no hormonal action in my body! You must be blinder then I am if there is truly anything you'd like about me!" she laughed.

She couldn't help it, this was the funniest thing she had ever heard. She'd heard these things before as dares and other assorted bets; she laughed at all of them. It amused her to see how people liked to toy with others. She new it was wrong to do so, but she couldn't help it.

"That's not true," came his voice.

She sat on the second stair and looked at him. She was done laughing for the moment.

"Really, it isn't so? Tell me then, what is the truth?" she asked, emotion so thick in her voice it was abnormal.

He was at a loss of words. What she had said was true, but… it couldn't be. He remembered when she was teaching him math. She was kind, almost motherly.

"Do you get it, kid-o" she asked passions entwined with her voice. He felt a little self-conscious, but he didn't really get it.

"No," he said blandly, looking down at his seat.

"Okay, well we know you won't be an accountant. Let's go over it again. Hm… okay here's a simple way of putting negative number multiplication. If you can remember these rules, then you'll do fine…"she went on, a small smile relaxed on her face.

Those were the only times he remembered her smiling so far. He liked her smile and her true form… that was it! He liked her true form!

"You're not really that mean," he breathed.

So…? How's it going with my story so far? Any good? Tell me!