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Warning: This chapter contains some mature language

Chapter 3 - Disappointed

"Can we leave now?" An exasperated Inuyasha complained while leaning his body against the cold, stone pillar that proudly boasted the high school's name high above his head. His booted toe felt numb after kicking the scuffed base repeatedly. He'd been huffing and grumbling since he got out of bed this morning, thoughts of that new girl swirling in his mind in the most unwelcome manner. Today, thanks to the gloriously stupid and conniving woman he considered his friend -Sango, he was going to meet the girl, and frankly, he didn't want to.

He wanted nothing to do with her.

Monday was the ill-fated day on which he became this skittish, restless, snappy, semblance of an anthropomorphic being who was all but guzzled alive by the trouble making butterflies that gnawed in his tummy. His thoughts were so unusual and out of character, wholly revolving around the blue-eyed princess he was doomed to share classes with.

Princess? Seriously? She may look like one, but she ain't no damn princess! He imagined her flawless skin, so pure and alluring, her radiant hair that shone a mystic obsidian and tickled her waist. An exquisite necromancer is more fitting... He groaned outwardly and nearly bashed his head into the pillar before him. What kind of crap was he saying?

He absolutely despised this. Who the hell was she to make him feel so troubled? How dare she dominate his thoughts so effortlessly? What power did she posses to make him become such an obsessed, whiny pup? That woman is a celestial enchantress in disguise, I'm sure of it.

Chatting with himself mutely in his lunatic mind, he remained oblivious of two charcoal eyes that detected every sigh, every twitch, every furrowed brow and frown Inuyasha produced. I bet she casts her wicked spells with just once fearsome, killer... riveting... lovely sapphire glance- Gah! Shut up, shut the heck up!

He spared an impatient glance at the watch that ticked the seconds by on his left wrist. Shit! I've been waiting for over fifteen minutes, and dumb old Sango isn't here yet.

Interpreting his thoughts, his friend Miroku placed a quiet hand on his shoulder. "Calm yourself, Sango will be here any moment. She's being accompanied by... oh, what was her name again?"

"Kagome," he blurted out. The half demon made quick to clear his throat, mortified at how effortless he spoke her name. Kagome. That name was merely one of the limitless things about her he was constantly fretting over. Miroku kept his lips pressed together and simply raised one of his brows in amusement.

"What?" Inuyasha growled at the smirking boy next to him and continued to defend himself with unavailing chatter. "I... uh, I think I heard Sango say that, um... that ugly name before. Just once. Kill me for remembering."

Low grumbles transformed into a deadly snarl as he observed his buddy openly smirk at him, dismissive of his rising annoyance. Miroku knew the secrets Inuyasha held deep inside, the secrets he was too stubborn to acknowledge and plenty headstrong to accept.

Miroku better not be any thinking dumb shit! He crossed his arms over his front, turned his back on his friend and resumed to frown. "Well? Is the woman invalid or something? Is she part sloth? She is taking forever!"

As Inuyasha mumbled his insults, a warm, succulent fragrance trailed to his sensitive nose. He had smelt it before, even if only a handful of times, and engraved its essence into his memory. It was no surprise he identified it right away. So sweet...

He knew who all too well who owned it, how could he not? She's been the only damn thing on his mind ever since he laid eyes on her. It wasn't a smart idea to let his feelings build and run wild. He had gone through a comparable experience like this before, and it ended on an awfully painful and heart-shattering note. It was to never happen again.

But it was inexplicable, the abrupt and overwhelming, enthralling attraction. Hardly capable of shunning the desire and intrigue he felt towards her, he kept her alive and relived the moments of her vivid in his mind. Day after day for a week.

He was sorely tempted to give in to his wishes and grant her permission to rip out his heart and mash it into a tender pulp. Inuyasha was practically on his knees, his bleeding heart an honorable offering in is hands, prepared to willingly gift it to her, a sacrifice to the goddess she seemed to be.

He fucking hated it.

I admit, she is breathtaking. She seems genuine, kind, like someone who wouldn't dare hurt even the tiniest flea. He made memory of when he first saw her gentle form at school, gazing at him innocently as she sat outside the office. She eyed him for the longest time, and he caught a whiff of the curiosity and odd appeal that invaded her dainty scent. She was totally focused on him, mind and body. Only him.

He remembered her electric eyes when he spotted her at the market. She had searched for him before departing through the double doors, but he kept himself hidden behind a large cola arrangement. Like a coward.

Then, she made an appearance at the cafe. It caught him off-guard how incredibly charming she proved to be in her over-sized shirt, with her hair in disarray and face speckled purple. He was surprised to see such a gorgeous girl out in the streets so casual and carefree.

Kagome gave the impression of being raw and truthful, wearing her soul right on her sleeve. Anyone with properly functioning eyes could see she was solely herself.

Inuyasha squeezed his golden eyes shut, pushing those thoughts far away. It doesn't matter how nice she may seem. Looks can deceive, and they have done so before. I can't let my guard down. Inuyasha sighed as he looked up at the early morning sky, raising his arms to rest on his head. Besides, I already know what to expect.

She's going to let the all the attention at school wash over her. She will adore it. One she gets her first dose, she'll need more. The vain and unrealistic evil that is popularity will be her kryptonite. I've heard how people talk about her. I've seen how they look at her. The beast that was part of him roared to life, unpleased and jealous at the attention she was receiving. It made him feel impotent. There wasn't much he could do keep her to himself... to his demon self.

Fuck, who was he kidding? His human self craved her just as much.

But the undeniable truth was that he lacked the authority to protect and prevent her from evolving into a conceited monster. Next thing ya know, she's acting like the queen of the world. She won't not give two shits about anyone she met before she "made it big" and will forget you ever existed. It won't be long now. Sango, please don't get your hopes up.

Miroku took note of the internal war raging within his friend. "I know what you're thinking. The wrinkles on your face make you easier to read than the alphabet."

Inuyasha shot him a lethal look. "Keh, sure you do."

"You're afraid that the girl Sango's been hanging with all week is going to turn out just like," he paused, gave a short snigger and dragged his hands down his face, the action pulling a sigh from his lips. "Well, you know..."

The silver-haired boy's face turned a light shade of pink at being called out. Of course he knows. It's Miroku. He knows me like the back of his own damn hand. Inuyasha just rolled his eyes and refused to look at the guy who continued to blab about junk he despised hearing.

"I understand, okay? You were hurt really bad. I was hurt, and Sango was hurt as well. We all were. Get it in your head that we share your pain, Inuyasha. Albeit, we share it to a certain degree, but understand that doesn't mean it hurts any less. You cannot resume to live your life this way! Stereotyping every new person- er, every new girl is more accurate- that prances into this school! That enters your life!" Miroku completed his rant with a breath of frustration. He knew that his brief scolding just slid through one puppy ear and poured out the other.

Inuyasha kept his silence, thinking, Maybe he's right. It's time to move one. The scent was nearer, and it was mingled with a much more familiar one. But I'm not taking any chances, yet.

"Here they come," Miroku said, straightening himself and ruffling his bangs with lengthy fingers. Noticing Inuyasha's tight glare, he elbowed him in the ribs, "Be nice, you asshole."

"Why you little ba-" Before he could fully spit out his insult, his molten eyes fell upon the girl.

Kagome.

He observed her relaxed posture that leaned against another girl's, against Sango. As they approached the boys, he witnessed her stumble over her feet the minute their eyes clashed. Her gaze was a tranquil, yet spell bounding and enchanting pure blue, with darker specks of the color dotted randomly around her pupils. Her eyes were the color of succulent berries and Inuyasha felt his insides squirm. Stupid butterflies. Sit your asses down!

"Morning guys, this is Kagome! Kagome, this is Miroku," Sango waved a hand in the direction of the boy with two, tiny golden hoops clinging to both his ears and messy, dark chocolate bangs. "and he is Inuyasha." Sango proceeded with her introductions, missing Kagome's bug-eyed expression. "We've been friends since elementary school."

Miroku and Sango beamed happily together at this shared info, but Inuyasha was suddenly interested in his long, silky hair. He coiled a strand around his finger, pulled it taut and then released it, over and over.

His friends traded looks of disbelief and Sango desperately searched for a way to ease the awkward tension. "Um, if you ever need help with anything, just come to any of us, okay? We'll help." Kagome gave a shy nod and whispered a faint thanks.

Miroku stepped forwards and spoke, "I am very pleased to meet you," He stuck his hand out cordially for Kagome to shake. "Sango has not stopped talking about you. At all. Ever."

Kagome giggled and shot the other girl a surprised look. She was unaware that Sango spoke so much about her to her other friends. "I'm sorry. You just met me, and you're probably sick of me already." Kagome ended with a blush, rubbing her arm quite timidly.

"Keh." Everyone turned to Inuyasha who was still engrossed in his silver locks. Sango and Miroku shot him murderous looks. If he didn't speak now, he'd never get a break from those two. "Uh, hi." he spat his first words to Kagome coldly.

Taken back by his uninterested reply, she faltered, "H-hello," Gripping tightly the straps on her shoulders, she regained her confidence and politely finished her greeting. "Nice to meet you."

Disappointment washed over her, and although she tried not to let it show through her soft smile, Inuyasha sniffed it out. Damn this chick and her dumb, girly feelings.

"Um," He swept his hair towards his back and started again, trying to save his ass from falling into deeper shit with both of his best buds. "It's nice to meet the girl Sango never stops rambling about." Inuyasha let out a small sigh when she replied with an embarrassed smile, and a short nod. The atmosphere between the group relaxed just a tad thanks to Inuyasha's tiny dialogue.

The four teens continued to stare at one another in silence for just a moment until Miroku chose to start asking the new girl some questions. "If I may, where did you move from Kagome?"

Her melodious voice produced an answer but it fell deaf on Inuyasha's sensitive ears. Instead, they honed in on an unmistakable, obnoxious click-clack of sharp stilettos slapping on pavement. A heavy odor, thick and seductive, reached his nose and made his throat burn. She was heading towards them, fast.

"Miroku." Inuyasha called out his name worriedly. He had walked ahead with the girls, engaging in friendly conversations with them both. He replied with a dismissive hand gesture from over his shoulder, clearly ignoring Inuyasha's warning.

"Hey! Miroku!" Their heads turned to face him simultaneously. Their eyes were curious and two of the three sets were terribly annoyed at the half demon.

"What? What is your problem-, oh no."

Peeping between both males, Sango immediately made sense of the situation. She faced an unprepared Kagome. "Listen, this witch is going to try toget under our skin. Please, don't pay attention to her. She isn't worth it. Trust me," she spared a pained glance, "I've been there, done that."

Kagome followed their heated gazes that were locked on an approaching, gorgeous female. That girl could easy pass as a supermodel.

"Please," Miroku stood on the other side of Kagome and spoke gently. "Ignore her."

She glanced from Inuyasha's hate filled eyes, to his clenched hands, to Miroku's worrisome face, stopping on Sango's; pure rage emitted through her every pore.

It was obvious something huge occured to all of them and it involved this stunning woman. Kagome felt anger filter through her chest, seething at the thought of someone hurting a girl as wonderful and friendly as Sango.

"Kikyo." Inuyasha's rough, angered voice growled the name in distaste.

"Hello there, mutt." She looked down on Kagome and her new friends as if they were roaches, causing her to fume, rage bubbling up within her body. "How's it going?"

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