InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Serendipity ❯ The meeting ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: This is my newest story, and I hope you all enjoy!

For all of you that have been following my other story, "Intertwined," do not worry,

I promise to finish it! I just had this idea in my head for quite sometime, and I didn't

want to let it get away from me!

Anywho, please enjoy the story.

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The sky was an unruly gray this morning, but that was alright to him. Rain splattered against the Tokyo streets, blinding many of its drivers. The sun was nowhere to be found on this morning, as the clouds twisted in an ugly manner. All of this was fine with him, though. He loved the rain, loved dark weather. It gave him a sense of elightenment, and it cooled him down, cleared his thoughts. He leaned against the wet, red stop sign impatiently.


'What kid has to finish their last year of higschool at a new school,' the eighteen year old thought angrily.

Damn his father for accepting that stupid new job, causing them to move. He exhaled, calming his nerves slightly. His life wasn't that great at the moment. His father was as bitter as ever, and of course InuYasha was the victim to his verbal abuse, while his older brother, Sesshomaru, watched.

The wind began to blow furiously, causing him to clutch his black backpack tighter. The school year had started about three months ago, so now he would be behind. His unusual silver hair glistened as rain droplets eagerly covered it. Two white appendages twirked atop his hair, like sattelites, but shaped like dog ears. His hands held sharp animal like claws. But what was most mesmerizing about him, were those sun shaded orbs that rested on his face. Some might call them eyes, others might call them gorgeous. Even though his eyes were beautiful, they held something deep.

Pain.

Loneliness.


Of course, he'd never admit to something as that, being the stubborn hanyou that he was. His beautiful mother was an insatiable woman, kind and sweet, yet she died long ago. Remembering the special woman made the hanyou's eyes soften in despair.

'I miss her so much.'

Ever since that fateful day, InuYasha let no one in his life. His mother was the only person he had truly cared for, and the Gods had taken that away from him. Everything and everyone else was worthless.


His father was just the opposite, a very strict, and stern person. He huffed at the thought of him. He made InuYasha seem like he was nothing short of worthless. All he did was practically worship Sesshomaru, and make him feel like a mistake to the family. He sighed.

'I am a mistake..'

InuTaisho often blamed him for his mother's death.

'The old man says she was always stressing over me, which is why she grew ill..'

He shut his eyes momentarily.

'I know I'm worthless, I do not need him or anyone else constantly reminding me.'

He balled his fists in anger.

He didn't bother making any friends, heck why the hell would he? He had always been solo. He already had his routine figured out.

'I'm going to go to this stupid school, and speak to no one. That will be best.'

The rain continued to pelt his red button up shirt, and his black slacks. He wasn't a materialistic person in the least, so clothes weren't an issue for him. A very loud sound traveled to his ears and he sighed, knowing full well what it was.

'About time.'

A white, rusty bus pulled up next to him, screeching as it stopped. He sighed and slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked to the bus doors. The driver of the bus, a rather aged man, tugged on the handle, opening the doors for the hanyou. He walked up the stairs and dropped a quarter in the slot, and looked around. There were many vacant seats. The seats that were taken were filled with middle aged people. He huffed, and continued down the aisle, not seeing anyone around his own age. As he made his way toward the very back of the bus, his eyes fell on a figure to the right. He instantly knew it was a girl, just from the rich, black hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She had a small frame, but her body was shieled from his eyes by a long, dark raincoat. The hood was over her head, covering her entire forhead, stopping just above her eyes.

'Her eyes..'

Her eyes were an alluring shade of azure. She wasn't looking at him, however, her beautiful gaze was out the window, watching the rain pelt against the bus. She was nibbling on her bottom lip, her chin resting against the palm of her hand. Her skin was slightly tanned, giving it a creamy glaze. Her lips were a natural, rosy pink. The jacket she wore obviously wasn't hers', seeing as how it draped over her hands, serving too big for her. From the look on her face, she didn't seem to mind. Under the jacket, she wore a blank tanktop, with black sweat, baggy sweat pants. Considering her dark attire, her eyes stuck out like a sore thumb. The hanyou was so busy staring, that he almost didn't notice when her gaze fell upon him, piercing right through him.

Their eyes met, and the electricity through their gaze was so thick, the hanyou swore he could see it. Her eyes traveled to the triangular appendages atop of his head, seeing them move in different directions. Her eyes landed back on his, and she gave a small smile. Not knowing what to do, he simply "Feh'd" before taking the seat across from her. The bus continued to move, splashing in many puddles of water as it did so. InuYasha couldn't help but to sneak a glance at the girl ever so often, her smile still fresh in his mind. She seemed to be fixed on something outside, seeing as how that's where her gaze had been this whole time.

'Ok, she's cute, so what? She's probably an airhead.'

As he continued to watch her, he realized that this girl wasn't cute. She was gorgeous.

'It's not like I ain't seen a chick with blue eyes before, so why is she so different?'

He huffed and crossed his arms, finally managing to pull his golden gaze away from the blue eyed girl. He mimicked her, now also watching the window.

The girl snuck a glance at him. 'His eyes...they're golden.' Something about those eyes relaxed and coaxed her. She took note of his silver tresses, and those adorable dog ears that caught her attention only moments ago. 'Who is he?'
Thinking long and hard, she came to the realization that he must be a new student, since he looked to be about her age, and that black backpack that clung to him.

'Whoever he is, he sure is handsome.'

She sighed, thinking about her troubled life. Her father had died about five months ago. Her mother was a beautiful, gentle woman, much like herself. But something was missing from the young girl's life. She felt an unknown pain, aching, longing. Now, more than ever, she hated to be alone. She needed someone. Sure, she had her best friend Sango, and her lecherous friend Miroku, but she needed something else. She chuckled sadly to herself, thinking about their love/hate relationship. Even if they did argue repetitively, they absolutely adored each other. She mourned for something like that.

'Look at me, I'm only eighteen. I have the rest of my life to meet someone..so why have I suddenly grown impatient?'

Her eyes slowly wandered back over to the silver haired boy sitting in the next seat over. Their eyes met instantly. He had been looking at her! His cheeks reddened and he quickly forced his gaze elsewhere. She held back a giggle, but did the same.
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The hanyou walked out of the main office, his new schedule in hand. His eyes wandered over the sheet of paper.

"So, my first class is Psychology. Great."

As he looked around, he noticed many people eyeing him, as he were from another planet. He rolled his eyes and continued down the hall, in search of class 249. "Hey, you need some help?" called a voice from behind. InuYasha turned around to see a guy about his height, with dark blue eyes. His hair was kept in a low, small ponytail, and he held a friendly smile on his face.

'Why does this idiot want to help me?'

"No."

The boy looked taken back by his rude answer, but smiled and persisted. "You are new, are you not? You're obviously lost, so let me help you." InuYasha growled, making the boy jump slightly.

"I'm fine. I don't need you pussyfooting around me."

The boy continued to smile, and quickly snatched the schedule from the hanyou's hand, and glanced over it."Ah, Psychology. Right this way!"InuYasha was surprised by this human.

'He sure as hell has balls, I'll give em that.'.

If he hadn't of needed this pathetic human's help, he would have surely left him with bruises. The boy began to walk, and instinctively, the hanyou followed. "So, what's your name? I'm Miroku," he proceeded, that annoying grin never leaving his face.

"That's nice."

'Why is this idiot making small talk?'

The one known as Miroku chuckled. "You still didn't answer the question."

InuYasha gritted his teeth in annoyance. 'Don't snap, you need him to help you get to class.'

"InuYasha.." he said slowly.

"Well good to meet you!"

"You're a chipper one, aren't you?" he grumbled . Miroku just laughed, not offended. "I guess you could say that. Well, this is it." They stopped in front of his class. "If you need anymore help, just seek me out, InuYasha." He said, handing him his schedule. With that, Miroku went the opposite direction. The hanyou rolled his eyes and slowly walked inside the classroom. An old woman sat behind the desk, eyeing papers through a pair of thick reading glasses. He made his way toward her desk, and looked around the classroom as he did. It was pretty empty, aside from five students.

'I must be early.'

One figure caught his attention. His heart stopped, realizing who the person was. It was the same girl from the bus! She no longer wore the large jacket, so he got a much better view of her. Her hair was even longer than what he had first thought, it stopping nowhere short of her waist, and her eyes were on a sheet of paper. That familiar blank tanktop gave him a full view of her toned, creamy arms, and just how much her breasts protruded from her chest. He blushed at the thought. She moved a pencil rapidly over the paper, so he realized she was drawing.
Her azure eyes traveled with the pencil, as she chewed her lip in concentration. She hadn't even looked up once, missing the fact that they were in the same class. An old voice broke through his thoughts.

"How many I help ye?"

He faced the teacher, who now eyed him suspiciously. He cleared his throat, and began. "I'm uh..new here. This is my class. Here's my schedule." He handed the woman the sheet of paper. Upon hearing an unfamiliar voice, the girl gazed upward, her eyes trailing to the familiar figure on her bus. His back was to her, but he felt her eyes burning him. The woman eyed the paper, and sighed.

"It appears ye are correct. Your name is InuYasha, eh?"

He nodded, mentally rolling his eyes.

'It says that on the paper, ya old hag.'

"Well, ye are early, InuYasha. Since it is only a few of us in here, how about we introduce ourselves? I'll begin. My name is Ms. Kaede. Class, welcome our newest student, InuYasha." He faced the small class. It was three guys, and two girls, one being the blue eyed girl he had familiarized himself with. The other was a red haired wolf demon, who was too busy texting on her cell phone to notice.
The guys were in the back sharing magazines, their heads buried in them. They had the "studying" facade, but InuYasha noticed the thin, glistening magazines hidden withtin the science books they were holding.

'Perverts.'

He did catch a wave from the girl who rode his bus, however. She held a small, welcoming smile, giving him a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Ms.Kaede smiled. "Looks like ye made a friend, InuYasha. Why don't ye got seat yourself next to her?" He hesitantly complied, and slowly sat in the seat opposite from the girl. Her scent immediately rushed into his sensitive nose, almost paralyzing him. She smelled of sweet vanilla and honeysuckle. Her eyes returned to her artwork, which InuYasha now had a closer view of. His eyes widended at the picture. It was an illustration of a little girl who looked to be no older than eight, laying under a cherry blossom tree. She was sleeping, her left hand clutching a teddy bear.

'She's extremely talented. She might even be better than me.'

InuYasha enjoyed art very much also. He had many paintings he had just hung on his wall the day before, and he was rather proud of them. Feeling his eyes on her art, she blushed. "Hi! How are you?" She asked eagerly, now facing him, and leaning rather close to him. He instantly backed away at her closeness.

'Damn, doesn't this wench know anything about personal space?'

Instead of responding, he simply put his head on his desk, shutting her out completely. She raised a brow, and then furrowed them in frustration. "That's rude, y'know! Hey! Are you listening to me?!" He exhaled rather loudly, her voice irritating him.

'I knew she was an airhead.'

"What do you want, wench?" Her eyes widened, and he still wasn't even looking at her. "I was only trying to be nice and this is how-" He growled, and finally sat up, his eyes burning through her.

"I don't need you being nice to me. Keep that "I feel sorry for the new kid" shit. Do me a favor, k? Shut the hell up. Thanks."

With that, he rested his head back on the desk, rubbing his temples. That wench sure did give him a damn headache.

Kagome simply blinked at his words, taken back by his reaction. How had she been attracted to this asshole only moments ago? Her vision was suddenly blurry, and she wiped her eyes, realizing it was water.

'I won't let him see me cry. That jerk will not see me cry.'

She rose from her seat and murmured an "Excuse me," to Ms. Kaede, and quickly left the room.

The smell of salt water suddenly hit InuYasha's nose, and he quickly looked up, seeing the annoying female gone. He gave a frustrated sigh, realizing he made her cry.

'Oh well, she'll get over it.'