InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Dangers,Lost Love ❯ Idle hands are the Devil's Workshop ( Chapter 1 )

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Hey, guys, I'm sorry but I had to do this for my own humor, it's another high school drama of the Inuyasha gang. So here goes.

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Hidden Dangers, Lost love

By : Tears-of the-Shadows

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Summary: The recent attempts to claim her heart had been shot down, repeatedly, so why didn't this monk catch a hint. She was to broken to love, to care, to even feel it anymore. Dark. Pairings Inu x Kag, Mir x Oc

Chapter One. Idle Hands are the Devil's Workshop

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"Welcome to the Hell created by Love."

-Ise Yoshitaro

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She sat, impatiently tapping her foot on the tiled floor. A large sigh escaped her painted lips as more of the incessant noise escaped the halls as the door swung open by a teacher mumbling about not enough money or aspirin to do this job.

`It's not fair,' she thought, as she blew upwards, seemingly trying to blow away her thoughts. It had all happened in three days. Her father had died from a curse from a dark priestess, it had slowly eaten away at his health over a matter of years, taking his joy with it. The servants had looked down upon her because of her heritage and immediately threw her out, sending her to live with the human mother who had so willingly given her to her father when she was born.

Now she would have to go live in a two bedroom apartment with a woman she hardly knew, go to public school with demons and humans, and do all this with out killing someone or herself in the midst of all this rage and confusion.

" Miss Sobayusha, will you follow me to your homeroom?" the girl hesitantly asked, making the girl snap out of her daze. She looked no more than seventeen and kind of jittery. She got up and followed behind her not caring if this trip went over a cliff, off a bridge, or in front of a bullet. She followed this girl to a room about eight doors down and noticed that the girl kept sending her little glances from the corner of her eye.

The follower took in a large breath as she smelled the human's fear. A smile paraded across her lips as she stepped right beside her and placed her elbow on her shoulder. She loved the smell of fear especially from humans.

She enjoyed the smell until she got to the door which would lead to a year of no friends, lonely nights, and being feared. She very much enjoyed the latter.

She wasn't broken per se, just a little wrecked. She was just raised that way, no matter how many complaints. Her father had loved her dearly, enough to give her everything in his possession. Being underage, fifteen to be exact, she was not able to get anything, except an allotted amount of money each week, until her eighteenth birthday.

She loved her father, more than anyone she had known. She loved him even after training with him, the way he wouldn't hesitate to attack her made him an honorable man in her eyes. She knew in battle an opponent wouldn't think twice about attacking when her defense was down.

She walked in the room as the girl ran to her friends. She blew upwards again, losing interest of her thoughts a second time that morning.

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" Everyone, I'd like you to meet our new student, Sobayusha Kinaki. Would you like to say a few words?" the teacher asked, on a seriously high caffeine stupor. Purple eyes looked over the new girl as she let out a bored ` Sup' to the class. How he longed to see what `sup' her skirt. She was in every way perfect.

She had grayish-white eyes that sparkled like diamonds. Her hair was pulled up into a bun held by what seemed to be chopsticks with kanji written on them. Her lips were kind of thick, and looked so kissable. Her school uniform seemed to be an extension of her as it captured every curve her body had to offer. He didn't seem to mind that her lips and nails were black. Or that black, knee-high boots with twenty buckles and straps each adorned her long, thick legs. Legs that were slowly coming towards him. He watched as she sat down next to him.

She cleared her throat as his purple eyes locked on hers. He blushed slightly as she glared at him. He continued to wait for the bell hoping that `it' would go down soon, before he had to walk some where. His hand slid nervously to his ponytail as he tugged at it. He watched the clock tick once more as the bell rang, ending his lovely, but excruciating torture. Just as they both got up she dropped one of her binders and bended at the waist to retrieve it.

` She just had to , didn't she?' he thought as he saw more thigh and a silk pair of black panties. His left hand twitched as it slid up and down making contact with silky smooth skin. He watched the girl turn around and slap him across the face. Oh, how it was worth it.

He followed her to her class which seemed to be the same as his. He walked over and sat next to his best friend. He whispered slightly as he filled him in on the new girl and the dropped binder.

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( At lunch)

I sat staring at the black haired boy from class, Miroku was it. How dare he touch my ass like that not to mention the lust in his deep purple eyes. She had smelled his arousal as she walked to the empty seat, it heightened as she sat down the smell grew larger yet, as she was groped by a hormone driven teenager.

And to think she grew slightly aroused at his scent and the way his feather soft touches lit her skin on fire. Ugh , she pushed that thought back to the edge of her mind.

She thought about her first encounter with her mom.

~*~ flashback~*~

She had walked up five flights of stairs, balancing three suitcases in each hand and two on her head. She grimaced as the smell of humans invaded her senses. She rang the door bell hesitantly as she thought about how far she could get away from all this in a matter of seconds. She watched as a woman of about thirty-two years answered the door. She was beautiful for a human, but this was her mother, of course a high opinion was made upon her.

Her mother stared into her eyes as she burst in to tears, she never did understand why. She had just stared at her, dropping some suitcases so she could brush her black, shoulder length behind a pointed ear.

" Your gorgeous," her mother said, adding, " Just as I knew you would."

~*~ end flashback~*~

The young demon sat the staring at her lunch, consisting of food from the snack and soda machines.

She let out a fang as she smiled, maybe it can't be that bad. If only she could the concealment spell taken off of her hair, that was when the real fun would start.

~*~ End chapter one ~*~

So, how d'you like it. My first fic, please tell me how to make it better. So read and review.

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