Hello all you wonderful reader people! Tis ScarredInnocence here bringing you a *new* chapter~!!! Today was a day off from school so i used it to write this. Tell me what you think~! R/R.
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-2 days later-
It was her third day of being in the new semester and to say the least, she wasn’t exactly enjoying it...what could there possibly be to enjoy? There was one thing that she would be looking forward to, and that was her art class, the first one of the new semester actually. She hummed softly, once again, her earphones tucked into her ears as she made her way from the small park outside the school boundaries back towards the school before the bell rang. Closing her eyes, she pondered on what the days to come would be like and other things alike to that when she was suddenly jarred out of her thinking as she crashed into someone. Not even bothering to open her eyes, she clenched them together tighter and braced herself for what would surely be a bruising fall…only to find that no pain came her way and instead a feeling of warmth surrounded her.
Hesitantly opening her eyes, she gazed up at what could only be described as breath taking. In front of her there was a man, and not the average run of the mill man, no, she could tell that this man was…different…in more ways then his stunning outer appearance.
Long –what looked to sparkle-silver hair, neatly kept in a simple black band flowed down his back in smooth lines to fall just about to mid-thigh. The man stood a couple head lengths above her-though she figured he could seem taller if he wanted to-; the top of her head only reaching to just about his shoulder. What stunned her though were the golden eyes that gazed down at her, completely devoid of emotion as was his porcelain skinned face, 2 magenta slashes on either cheek; about where the cheekbone was she surmised. Those golden eyes seemed to pierce through her soul and go past her, as if seeing the world in a complete different light…
Blinking, she realized that the man’s lips-equally gorgeous as the rest of him- attached to the porcelain face-that she had to tilt her face up to see-was moving, an annoyed scowl on his face; those eyes focusing on hers. She shuddered lightly, trying to shake off the feeling of a sudden rush of cold water that seemed to flow throughout her body. Stepping out of the mans arm’s- which she noted had been what kept her from falling to the ground- she bowed deeply, speaking her apologies in a rushed mumble.
“Such immense thanks is unneeded. You will cease your inane prattling at this moment.” A deep baritone voice spoke, rattling her senses and causing her to stare up into the golden eyes only to be held captive by them.
“Do you see something that pleases you? I believe that I did not give you permission to stare about my person so freely.” The deep voice spoke again.
Blushing, she bowed again before quickly trying to sidestep the person, only to have the person do the same. “Um, W-what are you d-doing?” she asked softly, not lifting her head instead preferring to stare down at her shoes…and the man’s shoes-which looked to be of expensive quality she noted.
“If one should choose to speak, one should also be able to look at the person whom one is speaking too. If not, it will be taken that one is rude and the person is not of the worth to be looked upon.” The voice spoke again.
Slowly lifting her head she stared a little bit higher, not willing to reach the man’s eyes but instead to stare at his nose. “Better?” she murmured.
“To some extent, but I do believe that I said to look into the person’s eyes.” With an intake of breath, she lifted her eyes to meet his, a flush settling over her cheeks.
“That is of appropriate manner now. Do watch where you are walking in the future.” And with that, the man brushed past her, leaving her to stand where he had left her.
Shuddering slightly, she reached down to her side and pulled the fallen earphones back up to her ears, before hastily walking towards the school…for a reason unknown to her, she felt as if that man she had crashed into, wouldn’t be the last time she saw him. ‘Kuso, I never asked his name…’ she thought to herself as she grabbed her books from her locker and speedily darting towards class.
-2 Hours Later-
Sighing softly, she made her way to the last class of the day. Art. ‘What a way to end the day huh?’ she thought to herself.
Entering the classroom she saw it already filled with several people, perhaps 10-15 she surmised, all split into their cliques and chattering away. The teacher waved to her once she had noticed her entry and she hastily made her way over, darting between small spaces formed by the cliques till she stood in front of the teacher. Bowing as a sign of respect, she introduced herself to the teacher.
“My name is Hitori Takahashi. Please teach me well.” She had enrolled herself under her created name, knowing that if she had used her real name of ‘Kagome Higurashi’ she would probably be found out. ‘It is still a mystery to me why my last name if different then my aunt’s name…she said that her name was the same as my parents, so why? What could the reason be that I have a different last name than them be?’ she thought as the teacher shushed the room and told everyone to gather around for a seating plan. The room had a total of nine tables in it, 3 rows of 3, a couple cupboards of art supplies and the teacher’s desk towards the front, with the storage places being through a door towards the back.
The teacher told the class that there weren’t any assignments planned yet since it was just the first day of classes, and that this class would be taken for getting to know your ‘table mates’ since you would be with them for the semester and would probably be doing group work with them. Kagome found herself in the middle row at the centre table with 2 other people, a boy and a girl who were quick to introduce themselves.
“My name is Miroku Houshi. I have one question for you fair maiden…Will you bear my child?” the boy asked, a grin on his face, his hand grasping hers. Mouth agape, she watched as the girl smacked the boy on the head, a yell of ‘HENTAI!’ coming from her mouth.
“Hi, I’m sorry about Miroku here; he’s kind of a pervert but can be a pretty nice guy sometimes. Hajimemashite. I’m Sango Taijya by the way. Doozo yoroshiku, I hope we can be friends.” the girl known as Sango said.
“Konnichiwa. My name is Hitori Takahashi. Doozo yoroshiku.” I sighed to myself softly as I watched Sango bend to poke and yell at Miroku who was now on the ground due to her smack. What was the point in friends? They were conveniences if anything, someone to dump all your problems on when you can’t solve them…and people who would borrow from you and expect not to give back because ‘that’s what friends do’…or who would lend to you and say there would be no need to give back but would bring it up when they wanted something. It would just be easier not to get caught up in something so complicated…trivial.
Jumping in my seat slightly I turned my head towards the door alike everyone else when it had been throw open by… a boy? Standing slowly, I made my way over to the now face-down boy in the doorway who was panting very heavily it seemed. Placing my hand on his shoulder, he was quick to jump up and dart behind me as another figure tore through the doorway. For a moment I thought it was the man whom I had crashed into previously, but that moment ended rather quickly.
Standing, -making note that the boy who had first come in was now attached to my shoulder- I scanned the boy over. The boy in front of me could not be mistaken for the man I had crashed into though they shared similarities; they both had the long silver hair and the piercing golden eyes. Blinking, my eyes clouded in confusion…I had seen this boy somewhere before. Stepping closer, I stood on my tiptoes so that I could look the boy straight in the eye. The boy stepped back at my approach and growled, “What do you think you’re doing stupid?” My eyes cleared when I heard his voice, he had been the boy that I had crashed into in the convenience store! ‘Mystery solved. What is it with me crashing into people these days? No, what is it with me crashing into people with silver hair and golden eyes?’ I thought to myself as I turned away from the boy, making my way slowly to my seat.
Sitting down I realized that the boy whom had been clutching at my shoulder still was. Reaching up, I grasped the boy around the waist and lightly tugged him down to rest in my lap. Staring down into deep-far to wise for his age, which what looked to be around 6-7 years old- emerald eyes and fire red hair, with a chubby face, Kagome couldn’t help but squeal, “Kawaii!” which earned her a look from Sango, Miroku, and the boy who was now seated at her table. Blushing, she looked down at the boy again to find him grinning up at her, what looked to be a fang peeping out from between his lips. ‘Wait…a fang?! I know that we all have canine teeth but for them to be peeping out? No way…but now that I think about it…this aura, I’ve felt it before, several times. Haven’t I?’ Kagome thought to herself, unbeknownst to her that the people at her table were watching her eyes like a television as every emotion she felt washed over them.
Feeling a slight prick in her arm over and over, Kagome put a pause on her thinking and glanced down at the small redhead who was poking her in the arm with a…claw? She also felt a tickling brush against her stomach through the fabric of her shirt from what looked to be a…tail? Fangs, claws, tail…that could only mean… “You are…youkai?” she questioned softly, staring deep into the emerald pools. Nodding sheepishly, the small redhead back-flipped onto the table, hand on his chest.
“Hajimemashite. I’m Shippo Taisho. Doozo yoroshiku.” Shippo said, bowing lightly. “Hitori Takahashi. Doozo yoroshiku.” ‘Wait…Taisho’” Kagome thought.
Swinging her eyes to the silver headed boy she remembered his name…Inuyasha Taisho. Inuyasha stared back at her, ending up in a staring contest between the two. Inuyasha quickly turned away though, a soft ‘Feh’ escaping from his lips, his ears atop his head twitching slightly. Kagome’s eyes widened as she saw the ears twitch, finally taking notice of them. Doing what pretty much any female did when they noticed his ears, she stood and made her way to stand behind him; lifting her hands to lightly place them on the tips of his ears…and started rubbing.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING WENCH?!” Inuyasha hollered as he sprang away from her hands, a furious blush on his face. Kagome shrugged lightly and returned to her seat, knowing that there wasn’t any serious anger towards her from Inuyasha. She had heard it, the soft rumbling deep in his throat; she had felt it, his head leaning slightly towards her hand before he had leaped away.
“Oh calm down Inuyasha, I did the same thing to him when Miroku introduced me to him Hitori, so no worries.” Sango said, the first part directed to Inuyasha and the second to ‘Hitori’. Kagome shrugged and continued running her fingers through Shippo’s tail, the same rumbling of approval coming from him as from Inuyasha.
Grumbling, Inuyasha plopped back into his chair and looked at her…no, he pretty much glared at her. Looking up to meet his eyes she looked back calmly, her emotionless mask set in place as was her custom to do with…these people. “Where have I seen you before wench?” Inuyasha growled. No reply from Kagome. “If I think about it”–insert snicker from Miroku and glare from Inuyasha- “ you looked pretty familiar.” Still no reply from Kagome. “OH! I remember now! You’re that stupid wench who crashed into me and would have left my stuff on the ground if I hadn’t made you pick it up! You’re also that stupid wench who forgot her own stuff!” Inuyasha yelled, rather loudly, drawing slight attention from the other classmates.
“You are a very lucky man Inuyasha. To have been graced with the presence of such a beautiful lady more then once! But of course, no ladies beauty can compare to that of my dear Sango!” Miroku said, as Miroku does, perversely; earning a slap from Sango though her cheeks were a vibrant red. “Feh, this wench isn’t anything to get worked up on! She’s just average, nothing extraordinary about her!” Inuyasha huffed. The banter between Miroku, Sango, and Inuyasha continued for the rest of the class but Kagome had ceased listening.
‘What’s the point of them acting so friendly with me? This will be the only class that I see them and I only have it every 3 days. They don’t seem to bad though, Sango seems pretty nice as does Miroku even if he is a bit perverted and Inuyasha…he’s pretty cute with those ears of his…even with his rough attitude he seems like a good person. NO! I can’t let them get close to me…I can’t let anyone get close to me…no one will be able to hurt me, not again, not ever.’ Kagome thought to herself, the flash of determination and frigid cold that passed through her eyes missed by everyone at the table except one who had resettled himself in her lap, content with her stroking his tail. Shippo had glanced up, startled when he had felt a painful grasp on his sensitive tail, just in time to see the look of content freeze over to something…indescribable. For a split moment, she had looked happy…but then it was like she had frozen over in Shippo’s opinion.
‘What is making you so detached from the world Hitori? What is causing that deep longing and pain in your eyes? Why are you hiding…what are you hiding?’ Shippo thought worriedly. Jumping from her lap, Shippo scrambled up to perch on her shoulder, his hands cupping around her ear before whispering, “I’m going to help you Hitori. I’m going to help you forgive yourself, okay? I’m going to help you, I promise. I won’t go anywhere alright?” Shuddering softly, Kagome pulled him from his perch on her shoulder to lightly whisper into his ear, “You can try.”
‘You can try as hard as you want Shippo, but for someone like me, I have no chance of being forgiven. You can try all you want, and then you will realize it is too hard to help someone like me…and you’ll go away…and you’ll leave me alone just like everyone else. Empty promises…that’s all you are telling me.’ Kagome thought. The wide grin from Shippo though caused her to let a small upturn of her lips pass over, and she hugged him tightly to her chest, Shippo hugging her back eagerly. The rest of them at the table had stopped talking, instead watching the two embrace, puzzled.
‘But I can’t help but feel the longing I have always felt…’
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