InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of Edo High: A Modern Tale ❯ Chance meeting ( Chapter 1 )

CHAPTER 1: CHANCE MEETING

"I hate this!" Inuyasha stormed out of the mansion hallway, out the back to the veranda.

"Inuyasha! Get back here!" Sesshomaru yelled after him. God, what a stupid boy!

"Fuck you Sesshomaru!" Inuyasha continued on down the walk that led to the private beach of the property. As he passed the decks, he sent a disgusted glare towards the boats and expensive yacht that his snobbishly rich, pretty boy, I'm-too-good-for-anything brother owned. He pulled out his old cap that he shoved in his pocket and planted it on his head, pinning his freakish ears to his head. He didn't care, he was use to it. But sometimes, he hated his half-demon blood.

Inuyasha walked along, the wind whipping at his long silver white hair. The sun was setting, lashing out ribbons of rusted colors across the ocean surface. The waves sparkled reds and oranges as they hit the shore. The horizon was a bright orange-red that gave everything an orange tint. As Inuyasha stared at the scene with his amber golden eyes reflecting the dying sun, he relaxed some and sat down on the warm sand. He sighed. Despite everything, all the stuff he had and the money and friends, this was one of the things he truly appreciated. It was times and moments like these he'd give it all away for. It reminded him of when his mother would bring him down when he was young to play in the waves and walk on the beach. She would cuddle him and tell him stories of mermaids and sea imps. Those were good times. But his mother had fallen to a broken heart. His father, a successful big time corporation president, not to mention a powerful taiyoukai dog, had died of a strange illness that no cure or cause could be found. His mother had followed a few years later, her heart slowly giving up on life. So now Inuyasha was stuck in this world. His brother Sesshomaru, heir to his father's position, was now his guardian and caretaker. His full demon, stuck-up, Mr. Perfect, high-class president half-brother. Not that he was jealous. Inuyasha would much rather be half human than full demon. The world didn't need another Sesshomaru.

Inuyasha scuffed the sand in frustration. It might sound crazy, but he hated being rich. He hated it all. The expectations, society etiquette, the money, the snobbery. That's why he thought of himself as a rebel, cause he never did what he was expected. He rather liked it that way. Now he didn't have to be a silver spoon baby, he could be himself. A rough teenager of 17 who wore any clothes at his leisure, liked rock, and loved playing the guitar. He even refused to go to private school, insisting he go public. And he loved it. He had normal friends, a normal reputation in a normal school. Well, except for the fact that he owns half of his father's property, but that's in his trust fund. Speaking of normal, he wondered what Miroku was doing. Maybe they could go to the arcade.

"Shippo no!" a voice yelled.

Before Inuyasha knew what hit him, a ball of auburn hair and fluff was dancing all over his lap. It then leaped out and pranced in front of him. It was a fox, with bright green eyes, a lopsided grin, and a harness with a broken leash end attached. It looked to the right and bounded away. What replaced him was even more interesting. A girl of maybe sixteen dove into the sand, hoping to catch the elusive fox. She wore a t-shirt and jean shorts, and she was missing a sandal. She had raven black hair and deep brown eyes.

Currently, those eyes were hot with frustration and she growled in anger. In her hand was the other end of the leash. She got up and ran after the little kit. "You are one dead fox!"

Inuyasha watched fascinated as she gave chase to the fox, kicking up sand. It pranced and eluded her a few times. With each miss, she sighed in frustration. It finally turned tailed and headed Inuyasha's way. Readying himself, Inuyasha tensed to catch it. Just as it passed, he snatched its harness and yanked it off the ground. It yipped and wriggled in its harness, hoping to get free. But the harness was tight, and the boy's hold on him was good. In defeat, Shippo hung his head.

The girl caught up panting heavily. She stopped and rested her hands on her knees, head bowed in exhaustion. She breathed a few seconds then snatched the fox by his neck. She held it close to her face, where he looked up at her with big dewy, please-forgive-me eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, you are in big trouble." She tucked the fox under her arm and looked at the stranger. She meant to apologize but stopped, frozen in amazement by his eyes. They were beyond beautiful, a dusky gold in the setting sun. Inhuman but very attractive.

While the girl scolded her pet, Inuyasha had given her the once over. He nodded appreciatively at her form, filled out in all the right parts. Even her scowl was pretty. She then scooped the fox under her arm and looked him in the eyes. First they were filled with worry, but then lit up with interest as they made eye contact. He was very interested himself. Her eyes were a rich, dark chocolate, speckled with just a bit of light brown in the middle. They weren't really big and doe like, but they had the same effect. Inuyasha was mesmerized for moment then realized that they were staring at each other on a public beach. He cleared his throat and looked away. The girl snapped out of her particular reverie and blushed.

"I…uh…I'm sorry…about…you know, shippo. He just got off his leash somehow, like always, and went streaking down the beach. I didn't mean to trouble you. Thanks for catching him." she stared down at her feet, unconsciously scratching shippo's head the way he liked.

Inuyasha shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled lopsidedly. "Not a problem."

Awkward silence. They looked everywhere but each other. Then she gasped. "Oh my God! How rude of me. Let me introduce myself. Kagome Higurashi, and you?"

"Inuyasha, Inuyasha Sanosuke." They shook hands.

" `Dog demon'? What an unusual name."

"Unusual how?" he narrowed his eyes.

Kagome didn't miss the change. He suddenly went from relaxed to defensive. Touchy. "Well, you don't hear it everyday that is. But I like it, I think it suits you."

He snorted and looked away. She guessed that was the wrong thing to say. Shippo squirmed in her arm so she shifted him to make him comfortable. "Um…you…you have interesting eyes."

Those eyes went wide with realization. He forgot to put on his sunglasses! He hurriedly pulled them out and shoved them on. She giggled. He glared at her to see what was so funny.

"Too late now. I got a good look at them. And you know what? It's a shame that you cover them up, they're really beautiful. I-I-I mean, they're nice." She looked away nervous and blushed hugely. Did she really say that? Girl what is wrong with you?

Inuyasha saw how she flustered, and he smiled a little. With out a second thought, he slowly pulled off his sunglasses and gave her a considering look. Kagome's blush crept down her neck when she felt his eyes burning holes into her. Oh god, why can't you just keep your mouth shut? Off in the distance, the clock tower in the city square gonged six times, marking the hour. Kagome's went wide and she gasped. She whipped out her watch and checked the time. Oh no! It was six! Her mom was going to kill her.

"Oh wow, I have to go. I told my mom I'd be home an hour ago. Well, it was nice to meet you." She took a step but he stopped her.

"Will we meet again?" he asked.

"Um…well I… maybe, who knows. Bye!" she rushed past him and down the beach. he watched her go, the ocean breeze curling her long hair. Yes, it would be very nice to see her again.

Kagome just reached the boardwalk when she risked a glance over her shoulder. Her pulse skipped when she saw he was watching her. She looked back around front, cheeks burning, and caught the bus. She settled down next to an elderly woman, shippo half asleep in her lap. She stroked his silky fur, lost in thought. Inuyasha sanosuke. I sure hope I meet you again.

~%~

Inuyasha walked back into the mansion, calm as ever. He walked into the kitchen, chatted with the chef and grabbed a soda. The head maid, Akiko, stalked in carrying a tray of empty dishes. Sesshomaru obviously had dinner. She turned and gave him a disciplining pointed stare.

"The master Sesshomaru would like to see you." She clipped her words tart. That boy is always getting in trouble.

Inuyasha moaned, "come on, Akiko, can't I at least eat first?"

"No," akiko whipped her dishtowel at him playfully, "first a lecture then eating."

He got up, head hung, and moped out the kitchen. Akiko shook her head and complained to the chef about him. The chef laughed and went back to saving the leftovers.

Inuyasha walked slowly down the main hallway. Its Italian marble floors gleamed, and Venetian art hung from the walls. A few priceless vases from Rome stood on stands against the walls. He shook his head. As far as he was concerned, they were frivolous and useless. He much preferred the humble folk art from around here. Painters would come to the beach and paint their heart's desires. He even bought a few for himself, fresh off the easels. They now hung in his room, reflecting the ocean in its many moods. He especially liked this one he bought from a really good artist. When he saw it, he just had to have it. It nagged at him. It was a scene with the setting sun, multicolored rays spreading over the beach. A lone man stood to the side, handsome and dressed in white, and he held a hand out to the ocean. Beckoning, calling, begging, whichever you choose, to the ocean for a wish. He felt it reflected himself, reaching out for a wish.

Inuyasha turned the corner and down a short corridor to two wide maple glass doors. Inside was Sesshomaru's study dash office. Two walls were lined with shelves of books and encyclopedias. There were luscious red rugs on a hard pine wood floor, entwined with designs of gold dragons withering over each other. His desk was a dark stained maple wood, polished till it glowed. Hidden in it were his fax machine, printer, PC, shredder, and numerous files. A 17-inch flat screen computer monitor sat atop the surface, along with keyboard, and other various organizers for God who knows what.

Sesshomaru himself sat in a giant black leather chair, comfortable from use. When Inuyasha walked in, he closed out his progress reports on his screen and sat back, connecting his finger tips, claws clicking against each other. His long snow-white hair was swept into a leather thong. His hard topaz eyes stared at Inuyasha pointedly. The markings on his face resembled his father's, except the crest on his forehead that was mostly hidden by his bangs, a gift from his mother. His face meanwhile, was contorted in cold impatience. Pathetic kid, he thought as his eyes roamed over Inuyasha. Couldn't even clean all the sand off him. Inuyasha stared at his feet, refusing to look at Sesshomaru.

"Well," sesshomaru piped up, " I don't expect you explain yourself, but I expect an apology."

And much to Sesshomaru's surprise, "sorry I cursed you out earlier, I was understandably upset."

Sesshomaru sat for second, a bit shocked. Did Inuyasha just apologize willingly? No struggle? No snide remarks? Was he okay? Come to think of it, he did seem a bit dazed. Did he hit his head?

When Sesshomaru made no move to say anything, a bit of the old anger crept back on Inuyasha. "What? You said you wanted an apology."

"Well, yeah, but its so unlike you to do it so…easily. Usually I have to beat it out of you. What's up?"

Inuyasha shrugged, "nothing."

"Nothing? No its something," sesshomaru leaned closer and pointed at a seat in front of his desk, "sit down, take a load off. Now tell me, what's made you so…daydream-ish? You have this particular look in your eyes."

Inuyasha stepped over and sat down in one of the less comfortable leather chairs provided. He reclined back and flung an arm over the back. Even if Sesshomaru told him to sit up, Inuyasha wouldn't listen. "Well I… I met this girl."

"Ah…I see." Sesshomaru leaned back and smiled smugly. That's it. Damn horny teenagers.

"No you don't see," Inuyasha growled, "she wasn't like other girls. I don't know she was different. Weird thing too, she had a pet fox. When do you see that? But that wasn't nearly as interesting as her." He sighed.

Uh oh, sesshomaru thought. Puppy love. "What's her name?"

Inuyasha looked off into space, thinking of her deep brown eyes. "Kagome."

~%~

"Oh my god, no way!" Sango squeaked over the phone. "What was he like?"

"Oh, don't even get me started," Kagome laughed.

When Kagome had gotten home, she was in trouble for being late but no matter. She couldn't stop thinking about that golden-eyed, white haired piece of her dreams. She sped upstairs and called Sango, her long childhood friend. Though she could have easily gone next door to Sango's, she didn't want Sango to see the stars in her eyes. Still, she trusted Sango completely. She had known her practically since birth. Their families had lived next to each other their entire lives. Kagome in the old family shrine, Sango in a large family house next door. They had played together, injured themselves together, explored together, cried together, cut out their first pictures of really hot guys together, grown up together. They were inseparable, like sisters. Hell, they should have been sisters. When they had been eleven, they had taken a sharp pocketknife, cut their palms and blended their blood, becoming blood sisters forever. The ritual really pissed off their mothers, but they knew the significance of their blending. Friends forever.

"Oh do tell!" Sango lay on her bed, twirling a lock of dark tan hair. Kilala, her yellow two tailed cat, laid next to her asleep.

"Okay, he's like a head taller than me, and he has got some muscles." Sango giggled. "He wore a cap, but he had really long white hair that was absolutely gorgeous. And his eyes Sango, oh my god, they melted me like butter. They were really unique. They were like an amber gold color and really beautiful. Sango, I felt my heart sigh he was so hot!"

Sango laughed and Kagome heard a hand slap over her mouth over the receiver. "What's his name?"

"That's the cool part. His name is Inuyasha Sanosuke."

"What?! Holy crap! I know him! At least of him. " Sango gasped.

"You do? How?"

"He goes to my school. He's best friends with Miroku, the guy who's been after me for some time. But I don't like him all that much, I mean he's a total lecher."

"Inuyasha or Miroku?" Kagome giggled.

"Miroku duh. Though I haven't seen Inuyasha yet. But I think I want to now!" Sango laughed along with Kagome.

"I can't wait until school starts in a couple of days. Never thought I'd say that. But I'll finally be able to go to public school!"

"Even better, my school!" Sango cheered.

"I hated my old school, it was like a lesbian hellhole with sexually deprived nuns in charge." As Sango laughed herself silly, Kagome thought of her old school. It had been an all girl school, with the ridiculous uniforms where the skirts were too short. The nuns in charge liked to teach the old way, if you do something wrong, you get smacked with a ruler. But she had finally convinced her mother to send her to public school, specifically Sango's high school. Now she could wear whatever she wanted and have boys look at her instead of girls. Shudder. Creepy thought. The day after tomorrow, she lived a real life.

She wondered if she'd see Inuyasha.

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okay, FF.net are assholes. They bumped my story off, and I was pissed as hell. So here I am. Cya!