InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dreaming a Reality ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 2 )

A/N Thank you reviewers! Oh, and by the way this is Kagome's point of view.

 

Dreaming a Reality

 

Chapter One

 

It's the second day of school today. Or in my mind, hell. As if yesterday wasn't bad enough, all day people were either laughing at me or pushing me into the walls, causing me to drop my books.

 

The only thing I have to look forward too is seeing the boy with the amber eyes. As it turned out yesterday he has all his classes with me, not that he noticed me.

 

I have very little hope of drawing those amber eyes to the attention of myself. I am quiet and almost never draw attention to myself. People are mean enough without me saying anything.

 

I woke up this morning hoping for a change and now I'm just unsure of myself again. How can I change anything when I'm afraid to take control? I wonder as I get dressed.

 

Our school isn't required to wear a school uniform, so I pull on a pair of baggy black pants that have red stitching and a large red triangle on the side going up from the bottom of the pants to my knees. My shirt is also black and says Fall Out Boy in silver block letters on the front; it has a silver ship on the side and underneath that it says `We set our sails against the wind.'

 

I guess my clothes do draw the attention that I don't really want, but unlike others I'm not going to go with the trends. I won't become another fake. I thought to myself as I pulled on my green Converse Chuck Taylor's.

 

I brush out my long raven hair and leave it down. I'm prepared to go to hell and fight the trends.

 

I walk downstairs into our kitchen and greet my mother warmly. She is one of the few people that I talk too and she accepts me and doesn't try to change the way I dress, she knows it's been hard on me since father died. We were really close and I took the loss hard, separating myself from almost everyone.

 

I sit down at our counter and eat a bagel quickly, it's already 8:00 and the first bell rings at 8:15 and I have to walk.

 

I finish quickly; kiss my mother goodbye on the cheek, grab my backpack and I'm out the door.

 

As I walk I'm lost in my thoughts. I wonder about the boy with the amber eyes, I haven't yet found out his name, which I think is pretty sad as I have all my classes with him.

My thoughts turn from him to my father. My dad died when I was seven and even now, nine years later the accident is still fresh in my mind. He had taken me out for a special day, just the two of us. We went to a carnival and he took me out for ice cream and I had a great time. On the way home is when things went wrong. Dreadfully wrong.

 

We were at an intersection and our light was green but a truck ran a red light, he had been talking to his friend we found out later, and hit us on the side of our little car. Dad was killed on impact and I had a concussion and a few cuts from the shattered glass.

 

My life hasn't been the same since. As I said earlier I don't talk much and I have a very depressing outlook on life. I just can't seem to stay happy knowing he is gone. As I think these last thoughts the unshed tears that are always lurking in my chocolate brown eyes flow onto my pale cheeks.

 

I wipe them away softly, but more come and soon the tears are like a never ending torrent of pain. The memories and sadness become too much and I have to sit down.

 

I don't see a bench so I just sit down right there on the sidewalk, crying. I pull my knees up closer to my face and wrap my arms around them. The tears continue to stream down my face, until a gentle hand rest on my shoulder.

 

I look up to see who is next to me and as I do my gaze is locked with the amber eyes I've been dreaming of. “What's wrong?” he asks as he gently wipes the tears from my face.

 

“I-It's nothing.” I stammered my face burning with embarrassment. The tears had stopped pouring now.

 

“Okay,” he answers simply, knowing not to pressure me. He stands up and grabs my hands and helps me up. I thank him quietly.

 

He begins to walk away and before I can stop myself I yell out, “What is your name?”

 

“Inuyasha,” he responds, “What is yours?”

 

“Kagome,” I reply simply as I take in his appearance. He is wearing a hat again today, and he has on a pair of baggy jeans and a red shirt that has a graveyard in the corner and underneath it says My Chemical Romance.

 

He startles me out of my thoughts by asking, “You like Fall Out Boy?”

 

“Yeah, do you?” I ask in interest as I walk quicker to catch up with him.

 

“Yeah, a friend of mine got me hooked on them before I moved,” Inuyasha said sounding as if he was sad he had to move. Which Kagome could understand. Who in their right mind would want to move here? She sure as hell didn't after her dad died, but they couldn't afford the payments anymore so staying wasn't an option.

I was sure we were already late for class, how could we not be? I probably cried for ten minutes before Inuyasha got there.

 

We walked in comfortable silence until we got to school then he asked me what class I had first.

 

“English,” I responded startled that he had spoken again.

 

“Cool, me too. So what should we tell the teacher?” He said arrogantly.

 

“I don't know, I usually just take the tardy and forget it.” I answered truthfully.

 

“Well we can't have that, now can we?” He said still arrogantly but he was now smirking as well. “I was thinking we could say that you were helping me with my locker or some other bullshit.”

 

“Yeah, that will work well because you're new.” Kagome agreed.

 

We walked once again in silence until we got to our lockers. As it turns out my locker is only a couple away from his. I dumped my stuff off, grabbed my notebook and English book and walked over to Inuyasha.

 

He slammed his locker shut and we started down the hallway on our way to English. We got there quickly and as he opened the door everyone's eyes were on us.

 

“Why are you two late?” Asked the teacher, she's usually quite nice to me, but right now she looked livid. I glanced at the clock it read 8:57. Well I guess we shouldn't have bothered even showing up, we should have ditched. I didn't know what to say; luckily Inuyasha wasn't bothered by her anger.

 

“Kagome helped me get my locker open and then she gave me a tour of the school because I still don't know where all the classrooms are and everything.” He explained calmly, but he managed to sound arrogant at the same time.

 

“Well get to your seats. If it happens again you will be receiving detentions.” She said coldly.

 

We took the only seats available. I was surprised that they were in the back and right next to each other. Usually everyone wants the back seats.

 

The class returned to its usual stupor now that the excitement had passed and the teacher continued with her boring lecture about the new book they would be starting.

 

I pulled out my notebook and pencil and began to sketch. I was a half the way through my sketch of Inuyasha's eyes when I felt something poke my back. I whipped my head around and sure enough there's Inuyasha grinning.

“What are you doing?” I asked him trying not to get annoyed; he looks really cute when he smiles.

 

“I'm bored,” was his simple whispered response.

 

I closed my notebook and turned around. The teacher was done lecturing and now we were supposed to be reading, so she didn't notice.

 

“I'm bored too. Why do you think I draw?” I whispered back, looking into his gorgeous eyes.

 

“Because you're good at it,” he whispered back as if it was a secret. Its funny this simple little compliment made me feel happier than I've felt in years and possibly the fact that someone is actually talking to me that isn't my family and isn't insulting or yelling at me.

 

Our conversation would have probably continued along with our boredom except the bell rang. I grabbed my books and got up to leave. Inuyasha stood up behind me and asked, “What class do you have next?”

 

“Study hall,” I responded without emotion. I usually sleep through study hall or if I don't sleep through it I sleep through lunch for lack of anything better to do.

 

“Me too!” Inuyasha responded. I was surprised to hear the enthusiasm heavy in his voice.

 

So we walked together to the library where study hall was held. I usually don't do my homework until the night before it's due and I usually just do it at home anyways.

 

Inuyasha didn't appear as if he was going to be doing any of his homework either so I didn't put my head down to sleep as I usually would.

 

“So what other bands do you like?” Inuyasha asked.

 

“Umm…well I like Dropkick Murphys, The Sex Pistols, The Clash, My Chemical Romance, Senses Fail, MXPX, Mest, Matchbook Romance, Green Day and a lot more.” Kagome answered with a small smile on her face.

 

“I like all those bands! Have you seen any in concert?” Inuyasha asked eagerly.

 

But before I could answer I saw Kikyo, the queen of the perfect fakes, came up behind Inuyasha and asked coldly, “Since when have you taken to hanging out with the freaks like her?”

 

Inuyasha instead of answering her question turned around and gave her the finger and said with no emotion at all, “Hello Kikyo. It's not nice to meet you again. So go sell yourself or something.”

 

Kikyo just stood there looking shocked, I began to laugh and she turned her attention to me and glared. “You will pay for that! You've made my Inu-baby hate me!” Kikyo shrieked in anger.

 

This of course only made me laugh harder.

 

After hearing himself called an `Inu-baby' Inuyasha looked like he could commit murder. Kikyo seeing this decided it was in her best interest to leave.

 

I was still laughing when Inuyasha turned around to face me; he was glaring so I tried to quit laughing. It worked quite well actually.

 

I finally got the courage to ask, “So you know Kikyo then?”

 

“Yeah, I guess, she went to school with me before.” Inuyasha said beginning to explain when we were interrupted yet again.

 

A/N Hi! I leave for California in three days; I can't wait! So this will be my last update on this for a couple weeks. I'll try and get an update up for Writing the Perfect Ending before I leave. Please review. I love reading them!

 

Byes for now!