InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Closed Door Just Might Open ❯ the end of summer ( Chapter 1 )

Hey peoples. This is a redone version of my first fic. I hope it turns out better. I'm aiming for longer chapters but no guarantees. Just so everyone knows, I have no idea how the Japanese school system works so I'm using American, just wanted to make that clear. A lot of things I do will be done the American way. And if any of you are wondering why I haven't updated Vampire Angel, it's cause I can't think of what to do next. But I will. Eventually.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and any other characters in Inuyasha. The series belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. I don't own any manufactured goods I have put in this story now or later. This is the only time I will say this, unless I add stuff and need to say it again.

 

On with the story. I think I'll keep it Kagome's PoV, but I'm not sure yet.

 

 

The Closed Door Just Might Open

 

Chapter 1: the end of summer

 

 

This was it. The end of the summer. It went by so fast. Ok, not really, but it was a relaxing peaceful time for me. Now I have to go back to the chaos that is my high school. And I'm only gonna be a junior. I still have another year to go through this torture. Yippy for me.

 

Even though I hate my school I went to it every-day all summer.

 

No… not for summer school.

 

I have a special place where I go to draw my pictures. I draw constantly. I've been drawing since I knew how to hold a pencil. Although back then I drew scribbles on the walls and it made my mom flip out, but that's beside the point.

 

There's this park a little bit off campus—I slink away to during school lunch. I don't draw out in the open on the swings or something like that. There's this wall, about four feet high, that I sit behind to draw my pictures. It's not just a one sided wall, it has an opening and kind of boxes you in, right next to a pillar. It makes me feel secluded and safe. If I sit low enough and someone comes by, they won't see me.

 

That's where I am right now. It's not far away from my house either, so I walk there all the time and it never worries my mom. It's only a ten-minute walk so it's not like it's a real workout or anything, but I always have my sketchbook at my side and my pencil in my pocket. Oh, and my iPod! Can't forget that. I can't draw in silence; I need music at least, so I bring my iPod, too.

 

I looked around the park making sure no one was there. No one has come to the park all summer, at least not while I've been there. They must all be at the pool or something. I slumped down the wall until I touched concrete. I propped my sketchpad on my knees like an easel with my upper back leaning on the wall. I only got as far as resting my pencil on the paper when I sensed someone else.

 

My back was toward the sun so the wall's shadow was covering me. It was like a horror movie moment. I paused my iPod and slowly looked up from the paper to the shadow. I only had a second to react before…

 

“Oww!” I exclaimed rubbing my head from where the person smacked me, “ Why must you hit me?”

 

“Cause it's fun,” said the abuser as she jumped over the wall to sit beside me. Of course she knew where I was. She's my best friend after all, although I don't know why.

 

“You scared the shit outta me, you know that?” I said punching her in the gut, but missing as she moved.

 

“Good. That's what I was going for,” she said in a sickeningly optimistic way. I only glared at her. “So whatcha drawing now?”

 

“I don't know. I had something in my head before somebody made me lose my train of thought.” I tell her snidely, focusing on my paper.

 

“Really? Who was that?” she says playing dumb. I give her a deadpan look. Then she smiles in that sweet, I-didn't-do-anything-wrong way. Yeah, right.

 

“Sorry. So, can I see any recent ones?” she says holding out her hand, expecting me to just automatically give it to her.

 

“Nope,” I bluntly say already drawing, Evanescence playing softly in my ears.

 

“Aww, why not,” she says sounding truly disappointed. It's her own fault.

 

“Because, you hit me over the head—hard I might add—and I don't feel like it. You'll just have to look it up on the Internet.”

 

“You have it up already?” Didn't I just say I did?

 

“No, Sango, I just told you to look it up cause it's magically gonna appear there,” I say, the sarcasm thick in my voice. Now it's her turn to glare. I only smirk.

 

Sango Kasuya is my best friend whom I've known for, what seems like, forever. She's a few inches taller than me, at 5'7, with flowing brown hair she usually wears in a ponytail, much like me. She wears pink—ugh pink—eye shadow over her dark brown eyes. That's all the make-up she wears, which is more than I will ever wear. I only wear mascara. You can barely tell anyways. She'll occasionally wear a skirt, which you won't catch me dead in. we're so much alike we wish we were related. I would trade her for Kikyo any day.

 

“Well sor-rry for asking a little question. What's got you so testy today?”

 

“School,” I state in a tired tone, as if that one word will explain everything.

 

“Ah, yes, the dreaded place we call school. Ugh, I didn't want to have to think about that,” she says as she lies on her back and looks at the sky.

 

“At least you have Miroku to get you through it.” Miroku Yamashita is Sango's boyfriend of now two years, since freshman year. He's about 5'11 with short, thin, black hair he keeps in a ponytail at the bottom of his neck. He's got dark eyes, not really sure how to describe them. He says they're purple, but they look black to me. I don't know, whatever they are, they're his color. His eyes are the same color as his best friend.

 

We've known each other since elementary, but it wasn't until Junior High Sango got more popular and started talking to him. It only took him two years, but he eventually got her to agree to go out with him. He's a bit of a pervert, but Sango keeps him in line—plus, I don't have to worry about him groping me, not that I had to worry before, but I see him more now. He's a really nice guy, actually, except for the whole pervert thing. They've had their fights and everything, but they're still together. I'm sure it's gonna stay that way.

 

“Yeah, thank god for that. But I also have you.” She said turning her brown eyes toward me.

 

Even though Sango's a popular girl, it's nice to know she'd rather hang out with me than Kikyo and her followers, —or as I like to call them, her slaves. Sango and I are both hardcore tomboys. Sango has her moments when she's more of a tomboy than me, not that I'd admit that. Kikyo's just too girly-girl for our tastes. And along with the girliness comes the bitchiness. She's as mean as they come, but I don't associate myself with her so I don't get bothered as much as others. What's worse is, I'm related to her. Yep, that's right, I'm related to the Queen of Hikson High, unfortunately.

 

Seeing as how she's my cousin she looks like me, and everyone knows it. Sometimes we're mistaken for one another. It's really frustrating. Her hairs longer and straighter, but still black as night like mine. Her eyes aren't quite as big and they show less emotion, but still brown. She's about as tall as Sango and I feel so small standing next to her. I never feel that way about Sango, though. She's as skinny as a stick. Sometimes I wish I were her just to get out of her shadow, then I remember she's not perfect and I like myself way more to ever want to do something like that.

 

“So when does Miroku get back?” I ask her. Miroku's off on a basketball camp thing but I honestly don't know what kind of camp it is.

 

“Day before school, starts so that's…tomorrow,” she says taking a moment to check the calendar on her phone.

 

“Are you ready?” I ask her just as I'm finishing up my sketch.

 

“As ready as I'll ever be. Hey, you want a ride back?” she asks, pointing to her father's truck that she drove here.

 

“Nah, I can walk. You want to see the masterpiece before I leave?” I ask being overly dramatic, standing up.

 

“Duh,” she says holding out her hand. I give it to her and she gasps. I drew a picture of her while she was talking to me. She seems stunned to see herself lying on her back looking at the sky. God, it's not that good, it's not even done yet.

 

“You are so talented. I envy you.” I laugh at such a ridiculous statement.

 

“It's not even done yet,” I say casually.

 

“This is not even done yet?” she asks in disbelief, “It looks exactly like me. It only took you fifteen minutes, and you're not even done yet? Damn. You have to put your stuff in the art gallery this year.”

 

She wasn't even done with her last sentence before I started rolling my eyes at her. “Sango, not this again.”

 

“Come on—”

 

“No, end of discussion. See you Monday, Sango.” I told her in a tone you knew not to mess with.

 

“See ya, Kags.” She says, disappointed she couldn't sway me. She'll get over it.

 

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“I'm home,” I yell to anyone who will hear it as I push my shoes off a foot at a time.

 

“Hi, Kagome, did you have a good time?” my mom asked, her voice traveling from the kitchen where she's now cooking dinner.

 

“Yeah, it was fine.” I say walking toward my room.

 

“I'm making oden for dinner.” Mmm. Love oden.

 

“Alright, I'll have it in a bit,” I say, ruffling my brother's hair while he's playing video games on the couch.

 

“Hey! You made me die!” Souta says taking a hand to smooth down his hair then continue playing his video games. If only I could. I think heading up to my room

 

I set my sketchpad on my desk by my computer before I walk over to my iSound and plug in my iPod into it and set it to songs by Coldplay. I don't always listen to Evanescence. I listen to any music that calms me down or gets me in the mood to draw. The weird thing is that all the songs that calm me depress other people. I must be special, or Special Ed. according to Sango. Whatever. She lies.

 

I rest on my bed and stare out the window. It's sunset, one of my favorite times of day. I love watching the sky change colors at this time of day. All the pinks, oranges and purples bleeding into each other, I just love the look of how the colors all center around the sun until it disappears from the horizon. I love the way the sun doesn't hurt your eyes like it would during the day, and how the sky changes from blue to black.

 

This is the best sunset I've seen all summer. I let out a big sigh. Too bad summer, like all other things, has to end.

 

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A/N I can already tell I like this better than the original. And I can't draw that fast, but I know some people that can. It takes me about an hour. Just a question, do any of you artists out there get possessive of your art? Or is that just me? I hate when people exploit my art or when they do something to ruin it. it really pisses me off. Tell me if you like this one. Please review.