InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Wounds ❯ The New Guy ( Chapter 1 )

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Kagome tightened her grip on the tool until her knuckles were white and blew out of her nose hard, but instead of rising to meet the challenge, she let it go. Kikyo scoffed and made a snide remark under her breath that Kagome didn�t hear before walking back to talk with her snobby friends.

InuYasha had watched the entire ordeal and worried about Kagome. He liked her. She seemed like a very nice person and didn�t need to put up with the shit that the other girl gave her. If it was him, he would have slashed at her, maybe even swung a punch or two. However, it was good to know that someone had more control than him when it came to tough situations.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.02.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed

AIEEEEEEEEE! screamed Kagome's mind as a loud beeping rang in her ears, causing her to jump up and fall out of bed. She collected her senses a moment and reached up onto the nightstand to shut off the incessant noise the alarm made. From there she untangled herself from the mass of black and hot pink blanket that had followed her to the floor.

She stood up straight, her long pajama bottoms sliding down her legs as she stretched out. Yawning, she ran her fingers through her long raven hair and turned to look out the window. It was still dark, which meant she had plenty of time to get ready and get out of the house before anyone else woke up. Neither her mother nor her brother were ever up before the sun.

She bent down and grabbed the fallen sheets up in one large pile and dropped them in a heaping mass upon her bed. Then she turned on the lamp that sat on the nightstand. It illuminated the room in a blinding brightness that made Kagome cover her dark brown eyes and blink a great deal before her eyes adjusted to the change. The light cast an eerie glow around her room.

It was dark. Her bed was made of dark lacquered wood. It had black sheets with hot pink pillows and striped comforter in those same colors. Her dresser was painted black and her floor was a dark polished wood that was always cold on her feet. Her vanity was a dark cherry wood and had belonged to her mother. The walls were a dark pink with a black rose border. Her father had made her room this way just for her.

Now she headed over to her dresser and rummaged through the drawers until she found something she liked. After that she went into the bathroom that was adjoined with her room and took the clothes she had gathered with her. Ten or so minutes later, she emerged wearing a long sleeved black shirt with a scoop neck that had pink splatter across the front and a pair of dark blue denim jeans that were so worn they had holes in the knees.

Heading over to her vanity this time, she flopped down in the cushioned circular seat. In an indifferent manner she reached out and pulled all of her makeup so that it was easier for her to get to. She grabbed her brush and smoothed out her hair before putting it into a tight bun. From there she removed a few large wisps all around and stuck them out straight with colored hair gel in hot pink. She turned her head to examine herself and nodded in approval when she was done.

After that, she started putting on her face. A light colored base that matched her pale skin and a glossy pink lip balm. She used dark colors for her eyes, going a bit heavy on the eye liner and giving her a sultry Egyptian appearance.

For the finishing touch was her collection of rubber bracelets. She had them in an array of colors for any outfit she would want to wear. Today, she chose a simple black and pink mix. She spiced that up with a black chain choker with tiny pink circles that went around it. Lastly, she added two matching silver claw rings - one on either middle finger.

Now that her morning routine had finished, she could feel her stomach growling. Getting up she turned off her light and carefully moved to the door. She opened it a crack and glanced down the hallway. Both of the other bedroom doors were still closed and the house was still dark. So, she cautiously snuck from her room, down the hall, and crept down the stairs ending up in the living room.

Kagome breathed a sigh of relief and went into the kitchen, turning on the light so she could see better. She got herself an empty bowl and a spoon before making herself a bowl of cereal. She ate it slowly and quietly, just sitting there at the table. When she was done, she put her bowl in the sink and filled it with water. She left the kitchen, turned off the light, and went to the front door in the living room.

By the heavy oak door were her favorite pair of black flip flops with white skull and crossbones on them and her army surplus canvas messenger bag. She put on her sandals and reached down to grab her bag when she heard someone shuffling their feet upstairs. She knew it was either her mother or her brother and did not want to see either, so she snatched up her bag quickly and opened the door.

She closed it just as quickly and as quietly as she could, breathing easier now that she was outside. She walked down the front steps and made her way down the sidewalk on her way to school. She pulled out her headphones and iPod, the turned on loud punk rock music, making sure the volume was as high as it could go. After that, she went into a daze, become both blind and deaf to the world around her.

Out of nowhere, she ran into something hard and fell backwards, landing hard on her butt. She pulled off her headphones and looked up to see a young man, about her age, standing there looking at her. He was quite handsome with golden-honey eyes and long silver hair that was tied in a low ponytail. He had on a pair of old blue jeans that were about to fall apart at the seams and a black t-shirt with `Do you hear that? It's the sound of no one caring.' in bold, capitalized white letters across the front.

“You okay?” he asked, looking down at her nonchalantly and raising an eyebrow at her, but nonetheless extended a hand to help her up. She nodded, took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet. She wiped the dirt off of her pants and turned to him.

“Sorry about that.” she said as they began walking again. “I just lose myself from time to time.”

“It's fine, I get the same way.” he told her. “By the way, my name is InuYasha.”

“Nice to meet you, I'm Kagome.” she said, extending a hand to shake his. “I don't know that many people, but I can assume that you are new around here. Am I right?”

“Yea, I just moved here a few days ago.” he said as they approached a large stone building that was at the heart of the city. Over the front doorway read `North Shikon High School.'

“Well, here we are. I've got to get to my first period before the teacher bites my head off, but maybe I'll see you around.” she said to him, walking away and waving a bit. After he was out of sight she made a mad dash across the school, making it to her class just before the bell rang.

“Cutting it close again, are we Ms. Higurashi?” the teacher said to her in a snide voice. “Take your seat.”

Kagome nodded and walked to the back of the classroom, taking her seat in the last row. On each side of her were her friends Sango and Miroku. Sango wore light blue jeans and a dark blue tank top, while Miroku had on some grimy shorts and a homemade tee that read `Give Me Your #' written in faded black permanent marker. He was grinning perversely at Sango who, more or less, ignored him.

“So, Kags. We waited for ten minutes in the courtyard for you. What were you up to?” Sango asked her as she chucked a piece of eraser at Miroku's head.

“Ya, I kinda ran into the new kid…literally…on the way and ended up getting here late.” she told her friends.

“Really…what was he like?” asked Sango with mild interest.

“Well he…” began Kagome, but stopped when the teacher gave the group an obnoxious glare from the front of the room. With that Kagome whispered now. “I'll tell you at lunch.”

She stopped talking then, and paid attention to the teacher. The class was, as usual, quite drawn out and utterly dull. It was a welcome relief when the bell rang, letting her know she could go to her next class. It was her favorite class, art. She wasn't all that good, but it was an easy class to do. She made her way down the hall when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She looked back; half expecting to see one of the many pricks of the school, but instead saw the boy from that morning. She stopped and turned to look at him, an amused smile on her face. He smiled back at her.

“Hey.” he said. “Remember me?”

“Of course, how could I forget the guy I ran into?” she told him, laughing quietly. “Are you lost or something?

“Yea, a little. I'm trying to find the art class, but the map they gave me sucks. I swear, it looks like it hasn't been updated in years.” he told her, waving a folded piece of paper with scribbled drawings on it.

“I know the feeling. Freshman year was hell.” she told him, adjusting the strap of her messenger bag. “Anyway, I can take you to the art room, I'm heading there myself.”

“Cool.” he said to her. “Lead the way.”

Kagome nodded and turned back, making her way down one hallway after another until they were at the far end of the building where the art wing was. Once there, he went to talk with the teacher about starting an assignment while she went to her station and got out her supplies. She had been working on a sketch inspired a girl she had seen in the park. It was a girl sitting on her knees staring into the duck pond. The hair hung in the girls face and she was crying. Kagome had committed that scene to memory, finding it oddly inspiring.

Now her drawing was a bit different. Her girl was looking into a broken mirror and had two fingers to her head like her hand was a gun. In the mirror, you could see that the girl was in tears, her makeup running. Kagome smiled, unaware of the plot that was being made against her.

A girl with dark hair, tied up in a high ponytail whispered quietly to her friends. The occasionally glanced over at Kagome as she worked on her drawing. Then, in one swift motion, she passed by her and kicked the chair, making Kagome lose her balance and fall out. Kagome got up and gave the girl an evil glare.

“Oops. I'm soooo sorry.” the girl said in a mocking tone.

“No you're not, you little bitch. You did that on purpose.” Kagome spat at her.

“Whatever.” the girl said, turning back to her friends and giggling lightly, as well as making comments about how amusing it was.

Kikyo is such a little bitch. I'd just like to slash her obnoxious vocal cords. Kagome thought to herself as she picked up her drawing off the floor. It was crumpled and dirty. The girl sighed and slipped it into her work folder, not wanting to work on that anymore. Instead, she got out a carving of a rose that she had been working on for some time now.

Ever so carefully, she took the cutting knife and shaved off parts of the thick wood. Kikyo, thinking it would be funny to mess up this creation as well, made her way over to Kagome's table again. Before she had the chance, Kagome swiveled around, wielding the tool as a weapon.

“Back off Kikyo.” Kagome hissed through gritting her teeth as she stood to face the other girl. “I'm sick of your shit.”

“What are you going to do, cut me? Yea right.” Kikyo taunted. “You haven't got the guts or the brains to try that. So why don't you back off. Stupid cunt.

InuYasha had watched the entire ordeal and worried about Kagome. He liked her. She seemed like a very nice person and didn't need to put up with the shit that the other girl gave her. If it was him, he would have slashed at her, maybe even swung a punch or two. However, it was good to know that someone had more control than him when it came to tough situations.

He put down his work and went over to check on her. He grabbed a chair and turned to look at her, noticing that she still had a death grip on the knife. As gently as he could, he put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. She loosened her grip and put the knife down. Her eyes were glazed over and her face was expressionless as she turned to look at him as well.

“I saw what happened.” he told her. “Is everything okay now, or should I go rattle her cage a little?”

“I'm fine.” she told him in a choked voice before she swallowed hard. It's just I'm so sick of her attitude. She's such a bitch and thinks that she's so God damned high and might. Just once I'd like to kick her off of her high horse.”

“Well, I'd agree with you there.” he said, smiling a little in attempts to better her mood. Kagome gave him a half-hearted smiled and turned away. Silently she went back to her work. InuYasha waited a moment, and when he knew that she was done talking, went back to his own work.

When the class came to an end, he noticed that his newfound friend left in quite a rush. She hadn't even put away her work. It had struck him as odd that she was so careless after seeming so concerned for her work before. He would have to ask her about it when he saw her again. However, he decided to help her out and went over to put her things away. He slipped the carving into the cubby marked with her name and turned back to put the carving knife away, but found that it was oddly absent from the spot where it had been. Now he definitely was wondering what was going on in that girls mind. Now leaving the empty classroom, he felt a need to go to a quiet place for a while.