Crazy? Not me.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee-

Inuyasha's hand came crashing down onto his alarm clock. He glanced over at the damaged machine, pleased that it did not break this time. Sighing, he shifted out of his bed and walked to his dresser.

Hard, amber eyes stared back at him. Yeah, he was half-demon. He remember waking up in pain a few days after he returned home. His senses came back to him all at once, and the searing sounds and too strong scents gave him migraines for days. Kagura was a demon herself; she should've known that purifying the youki out of a hanyou was only a temporary fix. Or maybe she was just messing with him.

Whatever.

He was seventeen now, and a second-year in high school. He stared at his reflection a moment longer before sighing and making his way to the bathroom. The heated water ran over the scars on his back as his chipped and surly claws worked through his hair. His fangs had grown back fine, but his nails never came in thick or straight anymore. They were chopped off too many times. He glanced out the bathroom window as he turned off the shower: winter. He hated winter. Thankfully, his car was in the garage and he wouldn't have to be out in the cold for but a moment.

A stupid thing like chilly air scares you. Heh, crazy piece of shit.

Izayoi looked up as she watched her son descend the stairs. "Well, good morning," she said cheerily while pouring him a bowl of cereal. Inuyasha glanced over at his mother curtly before making his own bowl of cereal and denying hers. His mother sighed.

Sure, it was all fine and dandy going home after his mother abandoned him. But just like not being able to see the wrongs of the world through childish eyes, Inuyasha now saw the situation for what it was: complete and utter bullshit.

No one ever believed him. "That mental health center is for demons, humans, and half demons alike." "They only want to help." "No one would hurt you for your species."

All bullshit.

Oh boy did he try to get Kagura found out. But no one listened. Sure he could've shown them his scars and his journal, but where was the proof that Kagura did that? Wasn't he crazy? Didn't crazy people hurt themselves?

Whatever.

While he certainly didn't enjoy being around his mother, he could understand her foolishness. After all, no one else knew about those horrible things, either. And his father was no better. A war general never had time for his family after all. He was never home except for a few days every couple of months. Inuyasha could never count on him.

Inuyasha finished off the milk in his bowl before heading out, not returning the goodbye his mother sent his way. Ah yes, he was in his "rebellious teen phase," it would go away soon enough. More like his mother didn't want to believe that he caught on to her betrayal.

The hanyou drove down the street a bit and honked outside of Miroku's house. While Mrs. Houshi banned him from the house again as soon as he regained his powers, he and the lech still stayed friends in school. Miroku came out in his school uniform and back pack, quickly jumping into the passenger seat.

"Yo."

"Hey," Inuyasha responded, quickly shifting gears and peeling out onto the street.

The two made the drive to school in companionable silence before pulling into the student parking lot. Inuyasha sighed. "Can't wait to see the freshmeat. I'm student teaching with Mr. Hacchi."

"Mr. Hacchi? Didn't you hear that he was let go this summer?"

Inuyasha furrowed his brows. "Well, shit. He was the only reason I even took the position. Dammit."

His friend shrugged, "I'm sure the new teacher will be fine; I've heard she hot."

The hanyou rolled his eyes at Miroku's eyebrow wiggle while they both opened their doors and left his car. Inuyasha and Miroku got the new year's schedule from the headmaster before making their separate ways to their first hour class. For Miroku that was history, and for Inuyasha, that happened to be student teaching with Mr. Hacchi, or whomever.

Inuyasha walked into the classroom and scanned his surroundings. Some kid picking his nose, one boy already starting on some assignment, a few girls gossiping, a girl reading in the corner... Huh, she was pretty cute. Finally, he looked toward this teacher he had to be stuck with. Miroku was right, she definitely seemed hot. Dark auburn hair pulled into a bun, flowing skirt and form fitting top. She certainly had curves for days.

"Hey, teach."

"Inuyasha I presume," a slightly raspy, but most definitely sexy voice responded as the feminine beauty in front of him turned to face him.

Inuyasha stopped his smirk mid rise.

His eyes widened in almost slow motion as his heart threatened to break his ribs. The searing cold. The bleeding hands. The throbbing teeth. It came back. All of it.

His vocal cords tightened to the point of pain, and he squawked quietly as no other words would come out of his mouth.

He couldn't breath.

"Won't you please take the seat in the back?" Kagura stated with a small smile gracing her ruby lips.

That seemed to snap Inuyasha out of his fear-induced stupor. "It's you!" he quacked in a broken voice, his eyes impossibly wide as his body shook from ear to toenail.

Kagura tilted her head slightly. "I'm sorry, have we met before? I certainly would have remembered such a unique visage."

Inuyasha shook his head slowly from side to side as he took first one, then another step backward, toward the door. The demon tried to stop him, claiming once again that he should take a seat.

The seat!

He felt the band in his mind snap as he bolted from the classroom at his top speed. He heard the whispers from the freshmen, talking about the rumors of the freak and how they heard there was a crazed half-breed going to this school. He didn't care. He just ran and ran and ran until his lungs burned and his legs wobbled, and then he ran some more. Inuyasha was just about to his car when he collided with another student coming into the school from the parking lot. The hanyou looked up into ice blue eyes.

"Watch it, half-breed; what's your problem?" Kouga snarled as he dusted his chest off, as though just touching Inuyasha had offended the Ookami.

"I-I"

"Well, spit it out dog-shit!"

"I don't have time for this!" Inuyasha shouted with frantic eyes as he stood to bolt again.

"Mr. Hongoroshi!"

The voice stopped the hanyou in his path, and both dog and wolf demon looked up at Kagura.

"Oh, hey Miss Kizu, sorry I was late," Kouga said with an awkward hand to his head and a blush on his face. Inuyasha was disgusted.

"That's very well, young man, just get to class. As for you, Inuyasha, how dare you run out of my class like that? I will need you to return right now," Miss Kizu gripped Inuyasha's upper arm, but the hanyou yelped as though he were a beaten puppy.

Kouga grabbed his ears in pain. "What the fuck?" he cursed.

"No! No, don't touch me! Get off of me! Help!" Inuyasha continued his shouts and cries as he snarled at the strong woman. She released his arm as though she had been burned, and a crowd was starting to form around the three.

"Why I never-" Kagura started before Kouga started hacking up a laugh.

"Dude, the guy's gone totally batshit! What's the matter, half-wit? Got another screw loose in your brain or something?" Kouga taunted as he spat another laugh in the hanyou's direction.

Inuyasha was still panting from fear and his shouting as he turned to look at Kouga. "You don't know what you're talking about, asshole," he muttered halfheartedly.

"I know you completely lost your marbles the second this lady touched you!"

"Even before that, he ran out as soon as he saw her," another student called with others agreeing.

Inuyasha growled at the newcomers, shifting his eyes around the crowd, before landing on that girl who had been reading in the corner. She was the only one not mocking or looking scared. She looked... worried. For him.

Kouga followed his glance, "Oh shit little lady, better run, looks like he's got his next victim!" Kouga shouted with another round of laughter.

Inuyasha ran from the crowd and into his car, driving off from the school while the crowd still laughed behind him. He would be called back into school anyway, but he didn't care. He drove home, knowing his mother would be at work, and run up to his room, slamming the wood behind him with a large crack.

The hanyou stood in front of his mirror panting and looking as crazy as people said he was. His hair was a wild mess, his eyes large and shifty, his skin pasty and slick with moisture. He sat down. Okay, I have to calm down. What the fuck just happened? That woman claimed she didn't know him. Was he hallucinating? Having visions? PTSD? But that didn't make sense. How come he never had these sort of things happen before? He thought back to seeing and hearing the teacher for the first time. She hadn't looked like Kagura, or sounded like her from what he remembered. Her hair was different, but that was an easy change. That face, though. Those eyes. Cold, red, heartless eyes. He could never get them out of his head. So... was it possible he had imagined it all?

Miss Kizu...

Inuyasha stared back into his mirror again. He remembered coming home and seeing grey eyes, black hair, human ears.

She had done that to him.

He remembered be strapped and naked on that dreaded chair. He remembered being bandaged for weeks after his back skin was torn from his body time and time again whenever he was thought to have been misbehaving.

She had done that to him.

He remembered finally cracking. Thinking the whole thing was something he deserved. He was crazy, unstable, and dangerous. He didn't deserve to go home.

She had shown that to him.

But he had gone home! And he be damned if he was ever going back to that ninth circle of Hell. Inuyasha stared with malice in his eyes as a snarl graced his face. His sight was blurry and tears tickled his cheeks. He thought back to his laughing classmates. They laughed at his expense. That girl he saw reading, her looks of pity. Kouga's jibes, and his mother's sighs. The scent of death and disease, Mrs. Houshi's glares, and his father's disappointment. No! Not again! I am NORMAL! Inuyasha shouted in his mind as he started to tear through the tender, furry flesh of his ears.

That youkai bitch wants these things gone? His mind whirled with images of his childhood as blood wept onto his scalp. Then they're fucking gone! The triangle fell to his dresser, and for a moment, the half-demon stared at the offending patch of fur. He looked back in the mirror: besides the blood staining his silver hair, you couldn't tell what he had just done. He could feel the ragged edge of the ear on his head, and he reached his bloodied claws toward the other ear, but as he started to slice through, his vision blurred and darkened as the events of the morning finally proved too much for him to stay awake.

Exciting chapter. Sorry about the forever long update: some shit happened, haha. Well, I hope you are all still interested and I hope to hear your thoughts.