InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Her and Him ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

 

Her and Him

 

Circumstances

 

Chap. 1

 

Popular and punk… Hmm… a match made in hell? Or heaven? What happens when a dare turns to real life, and a heart is broken?

 

PS: Yes the subtitles change. On her part of the story, it is Her and Him… On his, it is Him and Her…

I did this so you would 1) Know which gender would be mostly talking and 2) Because I have had stories in the past where people did not know who was speaking, I believe this may somewhat solve the problem.

 

**On Chapters where neither is really dominate, I put just Circumstances. **

 

Her dark hair covered her face as she looked up to the laughter. He was a god to them, the leagues of people who were stupid enough to believe in that sort of thing. Beneath her dark lush lashes she looked up at him softly watching perhaps waiting for the right moment to strike and release a venom unfelt by any human before.

 

Her pencil moved but she never once looked down to know where her lines were. The dark ebony lead scratched into the paper lightly indenting it where she pressed down to add shadows. Her eyes flicked down at last when her friend walked up. “Again?”

 

She did not answer just snapped her sketch book shut. “He is a marvelous statue at times. In other instances he reminds me of a bird I once threw my dagger at. Skittish.”

 

Sango laughed. “You are a dreamer.” She took her friend arm leading her to their first class. “Perhaps you will get your chance to show him what you are really like.”

 

“I doubt it. I would rather space myself from the world and become the drone everyone expects me to be.” Her hair dragged along her shoulder and she flicked it back away from her eyes. For a second she looked up at her friend dressed in basically the same attire as her.

 

“I will see you later.” Sango winked at her then vanished into the crowd leaving her alone by her first class. It was too late to skip the teacher was already eyeing her to see if she would have the brawn to walk into his class. She did so without a hitch.

 

She took the seat in the back knowing the teacher would make her move closer to the front but not close enough to be beside any other student. Her drawing subject walked into the room and took a seat in the middle row. Slowly people started to flow in taking seats right around the popular teen. She shivered at the thought these people were the ones she had been stuck with since elementary.

 

Suddenly the door slammed shut and the teacher took his place in the front of the room as he did every day. Slowly he began to start speaking. Droning on and on about the same stuff he did everyday. She almost wanted to let a laugh out. He wrote the assignment on the board assuming the students would get everything since it was a simple review.

 

Most everyone flipped open the book immediately. The girl in the back, got out her sketch book. The ebony pencil once again flowed over the white medium rough paper, sketching out her subject. Some would think her obsessed, others infatuated. Her own mother could barely put up with the drawings after drawings of the same person that littered her room.

 

She had him down to a perfection, a façade that would never fade as long as she had her sketchbook. Then it snapped shut in front of her, the wrinkled hand of the teacher smearing the picture she had been working on as he closed the book. “What do you think you're doing?” She asked calmly, leaning back in her chair but not once looking up.

 

“Kagome, I have told you before. You draw after you work, work after I have instructed you not the other way around.” The man spit out.

 

“Let me instruct you in something, that I am sure you will understand. Possession is nine tenths of the law. Hand the book back to me.” She held out her hand awaiting the weight of the hard backed paper in her hand. “Now.”

 

The teacher as in authority as he was dropped the book back into her hands. “Kagome get to work. Or the book will be mine and the law will no longer matter.” The teacher walked away.

 

“Over my cold dead body.” She whispered flipping the sketch book open again to fix what the teacher had done with his hand just simply closing the book. She finished her picture before putting it into her back pack and obeying the teacher.

 

Coldly every once in a while she would look up and scan the room before returning to her work in the textbook. She couldn't focus and finally gave up as the bell rang. She slipped out of her seat before any one else had even collected their things and flew out the door without a glance back.