Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha if I did I would not be writing this

Sesshomaru POV:

The crowd started leaving and I debated on if I wanted to go through the school day or not. After all I had a new car and a tank full of gas waiting to be used. Inuyasha was too busy in the limelight to notice that not only did his girlfriend arrive at school but by the sound of it blew out her speakers to her gaudy pink convertible.

There was another crowd forming not far away, just a couple parking spots down from ours actually. I looked down at my Rolex watch and noticed that it was nowhere near the time that the crowed usually leaves. Something was up and I, naturally curious, wanted to find out what was happening and with whom. I hardly had to strain my ears to hear when right away I heard a cry.

"INUYASHA!"

Well that explained part of the whom. Inuyasha speed off at hearing his "love" call his name. I just call her "Pathetic".
There were a lot of things that I didn't like about the human, besides her appearance her personality didn't make her any better. More than once I've had her trying to receive my affections even after staying the night with the half-bred. I may not favor Inuyasha but that didn't mean that I don't think that he deserves better.

Finally the crowd disappeared altogether, attracted instead at what was going on. I decided that hopping onto that bandwagon wasn't a complete waste of my time.
As I came toward the circle lower demons and the like were parting away from me. Power and fear had its moments, and soon I was next to Inuyasha watching the situation. Apparently there was some sort of confrontation between "Pathetic" and some other girl.

"…You're only concerned with the way you look and the accessories you have, like that little slut over there. Who mind you probably isn't even worth the blow job." The other girl pointed to "Pathetic" I wanted so badly to laugh which was strange because normally I thought everyone here were peasants. This girl however was very interesting.

"Pathetic" was greatly upset, stomping her foot like a child
"Inuyasha do something!" Inuyasha however seemed to be too angry to form sentences. I figure I say something before he annoyed me to no end about how I apparently was 'good for nothing' and never did anything, when really a lot of that was a reflection of him.

"You know girl you should learn to hold your tongue."

I swear I could hear her snort "Oh so scary coming from you your royal ice prickness but if you'll excuse me all I want to go to Algebra. Now if you don't mind I'll be taking my leave now, if you do mind…well that sounds like a personal problem."

And then she walked off.
As if everything that had just happened didn't even matter. And she talked back to me, what was that even about? I had never met anyone that would even dare speak back to me, except maybe Inuyasha but he was too stupid to fear me.
Who was this girl?

Pathetic was sobbing; her nickname I gave her suited her very well. Inuyasha was still seething at the verbal lashing he had received. The bell rang and everyone that was still hanging around outside rushed indoors, "Pathetic" left and together Inuyasha and I walked toward the school. He kept grumbling here and there I respond with a grunt every so often to show that I was listening but I really wasn't. I couldn't help but replay images of that girl as she talked back to me I noticed that her eyes were a strange shade of purple, which only intrigued me more. She was going to drive me insane if I didn't so something about her soon, I might even ripe out my eyes.

Inuyasha left and I stepped into my first period class. "Jaken" the little imp stepped forward and bowed his small head. "Yes my lord?"

"I need you to find out information."

"Yes my lord"

"The girl who was auguring with Inuyasha this morning."

"Kagome Higurashi sir?"

I walked away without giving him a definite answer, and he scurried off to do whatever.

Kagome.
What a pretty name.

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