InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Help Me, Help You ❯ I Don't Know You. ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

The girl huffed as she drug out many large bags from the steps leading to her crummy apartment complex. The sun was clouded over with the oncoming winter months, and the air was thick with coldness. This caused her to regret her choice of clothing, and shiver. With out a moments hesitation to the cold, she hobbled to the large green and grimy dumpster.

The largest of her luggage dropped to the bumpy surface of the parking lot. She sighed to herself before dropping the rest of the bags and picking out the two selected bags—and tossed them into the dumpster.

Instead of collecting her bags, she took a moment to stretch and stare off into the foggy skies. While thoughts surrounded her, she paid no attention to her shivering body or the nipping cold. A loud noise scared her from her thoughts. It hadn't taken long for her to realize it had come from the large vehicle, of which she was blocking its path.

It honked again, and she quickly scrambled out of the way with, shoving her bags with her feet the best she could with out falling. The driver gave her a dirty look before he drove away from her.

She regarded him coldly until he was out of sight.

“I better get going, or else I'll be late.” She reminded herself. She gathered the bags in her hands, throwing the strap to her large backpack over her shoulder, and collecting the two full plastic bags in either hand.

She then took off as fast as she could down the parking lot, and eventually to a cold gray cement path. Her hair bounced with her movements and strayed in the cold wind. The girl followed the path for three more blocks, now sufficiently out of breath; but did not stop her running. She came upon a turn, and quickly snagged it.

This path led to a secretive thread of no-name markets and shops. As she passed a small, almost hidden store, she ditched the bags at the door and continued down the street. It was bare, so she didn't worry about bumping to anyone. A voice chased after her. She recognized it as the owner of the store, an elderly lady with a patched eye and weak legs.

“Thanks, child.”

The girl had been asked to collect some supplies for the shop, a few herbs and plants, some lotions and bottled water. It hadn't seemed like a tough chore at first, but the amount of supplies she eventually had to gather built up her surprise. “No problem, see you after school!” She huffed back, and caught a turn back onto her original route.

Now that her load was down to her backpack, movement came easier. Though now the path was crowded with grumpy people, she still assumed she had enough time to make it to class on time. She breathed hard, the cold air stringing her face and throat. A few people told her to watch where she was going as she nearly ran into them, but nothing slowed her.

Until she heard the school bell and tripped over her now dead feet. Everyone watched her fall, but not a reaction. They continued on with their days, avoiding the girl collapsed and panting on the cold streets. Her black hair fell over her shoulder and down her back, looking dull under the shadows of the fog.

“Not another late.” She groaned when her breath was regained.

She slammed her locker door shut and ran to her class, the bare hall was lighted well, the floors smoothed and heated. It was easier to move around now. A light hope blazed in her chest as she noticed her classroom door was still open.

The hold on her books tightened, increasing speed. She was about to make it, just in time when she noticed dimly that the door was closing. The hope burned her, squeezing her heart; the pace of her feet increased and to the point where she couldn't stop on command. Which was what she needed when the door closed and she ran into it. Already she could hear the laughing from inside, but dignified-like she opened the door and walked in calmly, fixing her hair as she went.

“Not another late, Kagome.” The teacher squawked at her. She regarded the bird-ish woman with a pouting sigh.

“That's what I said.”

She was told to take her seat, which she did and sat quietly for the rest of the class. Her friends threw notes at her, whispered and pestered her—but the teacher was like a hawk and kept an eye on her.

Mid-way through class the door opened again, introducing the late arrival of a sluggish looking male. His eyes were outlined with dark bags, his hair limply sliding down his slumped back. He handed the teacher a note, she squawked in approval and he took his seat.

Now the eye was on the male, but he didn't seem to notice. Or he didn't care. Like Kagome, he ignored his friends pestering, but he wasn't trying to re-earn his reputation with the teacher. He was trying to sleep. Kagome looked at him with a small glare. She had heard bits of his history, but didn't much care for excuses.

The bell worked as an alarm clock for the boy. As he gathered his unopened books, the teacher chirped at him to wait behind the class. The girls notes her scrambled, so the teacher paid her no mind and told the boy what he had been delayed to know.

“Call ahead of time, next time. I understand your family needs you, but you need an education.” She couldn't help but look at the confrontation between the two. The boy didn't seem to care what the woman was saying, and the teacher noticed.

“Inuyasha…” she squealed in warning, looking ruffled.

“I heard you.” He growled, reminded Kagome of a dog. He glared at the teacher before speaking again. When the teacher made no expression of intimidation, he lowered his gaze again and nodded. “I understand.”

The teacher frowned, knowing just as well as Kagome that it wasn't like him to just give in like that. He looked drained. Kagome didn't bother worrying over him, though. He had a bad reputation.

She went back to her own business but was soon sucked back into the conversation between the other two as an audible thump was heard and the teacher squawked loudly. “Kagome! Get the nurse!”

The girl barley had enough time to see Inuyasha laying on the floor as her feet carried her down the hallway.