InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Closed Door Just Might Open ❯ and so it begins ( Chapter 2 )

Hey guys, I'm back. Any of you authors ever feel like the chapter you just wrote sucks? I get that feeling all the time. Except chapter one was the first one I didn't have that feeling. Maybe that's meant to be a good sign or something. Anyways, hope you like this one. Remember, no guarantees on long chapters. I think I'll add Inuyasha's PoV in the story but it may come later and some how work with Kagome's. Maybe even a 3rd person. None of this is set in stone yet, so don't worry now.

 

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Disclaimer: I don't own this one idea from The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen.

 

On with the story

 

The Closed Door Just Might Open

 

Chapter 2: and so it begins

 

BEEEEP…BEEEEP…BEEEEP. No. BEEEEP…BEEEEP! I didn't want to open my eyes so I used my hand to find my alarm. My hand fumbled around until it landed on a head of hair. When it did the beeping stopped and I was satisfied enough to go back to sleep. Then I thought it through for a second. My alarm doesn't feel like hair. I slowly opened my eyes to find my brother in my face.

 

“SOUTA!!!” I yell, wide-awake. I rip off my sheets to go chase him.

 

“Now Kagome, can't a brother be concerned if his sister wakes up or not?” He asked making excuses to get away.

 

“A brother can. Not a creature like you,” I tell him narrowly missing him as he dodged for the door. He stopped at the doorway to look at me.

 

“Aw. That hurts, sis. It really does,” he says holding a hand over his heart, then bolted to his room, me hot on his tail.

 

“Kagome! Don't kill your brother!” my mom yelled from the kitchen.

 

“Don't worry mom, I'm not gonna kill him!” I yell down to her. I'm just gonna severely injure him! By this time Souta's already in his room. I twist the knob. Locked. Figures. I pound on the door.

 

“Souta! Open up!”

 

“No way! You think I'm an idiot.” I cock my head to the side.

 

“Well—”

 

“Don't answer that!” I smirk. “Aren't you gonna be late for school? You already woke up 30 minutes late,” my smirk fades. I check my watch. He's right.

 

“Shit!”

 

“Language Kagome!” Souta mocks me. He's only saying that cause he knows the door's between us.

 

“Shut up!” I say running back to my room. I hurry over to my closet. I throw on a pair of baggy blue jeans and look all over for my tank top. I tie up my hair in a ponytail as I wonder where it could be.

 

“Where the hell is it?” I mutter to myself checking my drawers. I need to wear that tank with my customized t-shirt cause they go together. I normally don't care about what I wear to school, but come on. It's the first day. Everyone wants to look somewhat good on the first day.

 

“Aha!” I say in triumph having finally found my tank. Now that I took all that time finding it I think I'm just gonna forget the t-shirt. It looks good on it's own I guess. It's black with silver wings surrounding a heart with a banner over the front saying “Love Forever”. Yeah, I think I'll just wear this.

 

I pack my backpack with the necessities: pencils, binders, folders, etc. and lastly my sketchpad and iPod. I grab my black and gray gloves with the fingers cut out and then race down the stairs.

 

“Kagome, I've got breakfast for you,” my mom said holding out a plate. I grab a piece of toast off the plate.

 

“No time mom, love you,” I say with the bread in my mouth hurrying for the door.

 

“Aren't you forgetting something?” she asks while I'm holding the door open.

 

“What?” she points down to my feet.

 

“Shoes. Right. Be right back,” I say realizing what I'm forgetting. I place my backpack down by the door with my toast lying on top as I go up to my room. Now I have to go through my room like I did for my top.

 

“This is just not my day today.” I say finding one of my shoes. Now to find another black and blue converse in this mess.

Oh, there it is, hidden under a pile of clothes in the closet. I know I'm not the neatest person in the world. Sue me.

 

I'm hopping by the stairway as I put on my shoes. As soon as I have them on I dash down the stairs and take a quick gulp of the juice on the table.

 

“Love you, mom. Bye,” I hurriedly say putting on my backpack. I'm halfway out the door so I don't hear what my mom says next, but I don't worry about that. I gotta get to school now.

 

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RRRRIIIIINNNGGG!

 

“Whew, made it,” I say wiping my arm across my forehead. I had to run all the way from my house, with my heavy backpack, to make it on time. They close the doors after the first bell. Now to find my first class. I'd hate to be late on the first day. What's my first class again? I rifle through my backpack looking for my schedule.

 

Students look just as confused as I am, but those are probably freshmen that have no idea where anything is. I, on the other hand, know where the classes are, but my brain is too muddled from sleeping late to concentrate. I also have to find my locker. Damn. What a way to start a year. I look toward the bottom of my schedule. Locker 763. Great, a locker on the other side of the school. Better hurry, only have five minutes. Technically three and a half.

 

I started speed walking to my locker. You get caught for running and deep down I'm a goody two shoes who doesn't want to get in trouble. Almost there I'm thinking, but right as I turn a corner I collide with somebody, sending my things haywire since my bag was open.

 

“Crap,” I say as I start to gather my things.

 

“Sorry about that, Higurashi,” says Inuyasha Tsunaka, the most popular guy in our school, as he's holding out my sketchpad to me. I'm very possessive of my sketchpad so you can understand how overprotective I am of it. I snatch it from his hands before he can react.

 

“Maybe you should watch where you're going,” I say kind of rudely to him, shouldering my backpack.

 

“Me? Who was the one practically sprinting down the hallway, not watching where they were going?” he countered. We're each staring the other down.

 

“Whatever, Tsunaka. See you around.” I say, heading toward my locker. I'm putting my things away, watching Inuyasha walk away. I'm normally not mean to him like any other popular person; he's not as much as a jerk as the others. I'm just not in a good mood today.

 

I have known Inuyasha since kindergarten. We're on a last name basis because of our status in school and how we rarely talk unless we need to, like just now. He's always been popular, even then, so we haven't talked much unless we needed to.

 

Inuyasha's every girls' dream now that we've got into high school. He's got long black hair, that girls just swoon over. When I say swoon, I mean sa-woon. It's pathetic really. They swoon over everything about him, actually. He's got a lean body from all the sports he does. Whether it be track, football, or basketball he's done it. He makes captain of every team he does. For a popular guy, he's pretty smart. Girls just melt at his voice. Something about how deep and gruff it is is sexy to them. Plus, he's popular so that's a bonus for anyone, except me of course. He's student body president. He's in band. He's in drama. He's got the most beautiful dark eyes you'll ever see, so says the majority of the girls in the student body—and some guys. Remember when I said Miroku had the same eyes as his best friend? This is him. They have been almost inseparable ever since grade school. That is, until he met my cousin. That's right, he's dating the bitch. So basically he is and does everything. Let's go over all that, shall we?

 

He's popular, in band, in drama, is an athlete, smart, fit, president, dating Kikyo, friends with Miroku, I used to like him. Whoops! I forgot to say that, didn't I? Yeah, well, that was a long time ago, back in late elementary, early junior high. And I am way over him. Way over him. I don't like him at all, in any way. I realized I shouldn't like somebody just because everyone else does. Everyone else still does, but I have come to my senses. But back then, my secret got all over school and was a complete nightmare. I'm so glad all that is over and no one remembers. Sango still remembers, unfortunately, and teases me to no end. I'm trying to learn to tune her out when she does that, but old habits die hard.

 

I'm just at the door of my class, when the final bell rings. So close. I open the door to find the whole class staring at me. What? You never seen a late person before? Geez, you guys need something better to do.

 

“So nice of you to join us, Ms. Higurashi. Please, sit down.” Said my science teacher, Mr. Chrysota, putting me on the spot.

 

Mr. Chrysota is one of our demonic teachers. The students joke about whether his green hair is a science lab project gone a awry or his natural color. Some say he didn't have it tied back like you're supposed to during lab and leaned over to examine a student's work before having it blown in his face in his early years of teaching. Know one knows for sure. You need to ask him, but even then he doesn't give you a direct answer. He likes to keep you in wonder. But since the rumors started, you never see him with his shoulder length hair down anymore. He's pretty tall, standing at 6'3. He isn't very muscular, but I'm sure some women his age would find him attractive. He's in his late twenties, maybe twenty-nine?

 

I plaster on a convincing fake smile. Thank god for Theatre Productions class.

 

“My pleasure, Mr. Chrysota,” I say, looking around for a seat. It's then I lock eyes with Inuyasha. Figures, he's in my accelerated science class. I also notice the only desk left is the one right next to him. Why? I think to myself rolling my eyes. At least Sango's in this class, but I just had to be late so she's on the other side of the classroom. It's not that I hate Inuyasha, I just don't like him and prefer not to have classes with him, but that's obviously not the case this year. It's like the principle watches you for your enemies and purposefully puts you in classes with them. I just stare out the window all through class not paying attention. Nothing important is gonna be taught or anything so why bother?

 

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This day is going by slowly. First Science, then English, then P.E. They're all accelerated—except P.E.—but I don't want to use the technical words right now. All classes are going over classroom procedures, so us students hear the same thing all day long. I feel more sorry for the teachers. They have to say the same thing over and over again. It's like they're a broken record.

 

Now it's lunchtime. Sango's already plopped down at a lunch table waiting for Miroku. I, being overly dramatic, go over to her.

 

“Finally! Fresh air, daylight! I never thought I'd see it again!” I say leaning on her to get my point across.

 

“Oh, stop,” she says irritated. I laugh at her.

 

“You do realize we have another four classes after this,” my smile fades as she says that.

 

“Ugh,” I say as I rest my head on my crossed arms on the table, “thank you miss kill joy. You just ruined what little spark I had.”

 

“Yeah, it's what I'm good at,” she replies.

 

“Tsunaka had to be in my science class,” I sigh.

 

“Why do you hate him so much?”

 

“I don't hate him I just have—”

 

“A strong dislike, I know. Whatever. You need to learn to get over that.” I roll my eyes and look up to find Miroku coming over.

 

“Well, I'll just leave you to be with your boyfriend. I'll be back at 12:50. Later,” I say getting up to go.

 

“Later,” she said watching me leave. I have the perfect way to sneak away from school. I go by where it's most crowded with students and slip away past the back gate. No one notices and I never get caught, so it's not a big deal.

 

No one's at the park at this time of day since school's started, so that's perfect for me. I draw for the rest of lunch.

 

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I arrived back on campus to find people scattered all over, not so many bunched up as the beginning of lunch. I check my watch. 3…2…1. RRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNGGGG! Right on time. I meet up with Sango in the hall because she has Band with me next. I play trumpet and she, for some reason I won't understand, chose Tuba. It works out ok because she sits diagonally behind me and we can talk.

 

We both walked in setting up our instruments even though we may only play five minutes worth of music. We sat in our seats, half listening as our Band teacher, Mr. Matsushino, began with the rules and procedures. I've had Mr. Matsushino all the years I've been in band at this school. He's a very experienced human band instructor. You may not like how strict he can be, but you respect him. He has short hair, grayed with age, on the top of his head. He's not bald in any way, but he has a comb over styled in his hair. I'm not sure if you'd say he's a short man, but he's about 5'9.

 

A third of the way through his lecture is when the door burst open and in came Inuyasha. My head flops back on my shoulders and I look toward the ceiling. This class, too? Are you having fun up there, cause I bet this is your doing? All the time that I've had band in school, I have never had this class with Inuyasha. He's always been in this class at a different time of day. But this year, I didn't luck out.

 

Sango taps me from behind. I turn to face her, “You just love he's in this class, too, don't you?” I give her a bone-chilling glare and turn forward ignoring her.

 

I hear a crash as Inuyasha drops his sticks on his percussion kit. Why'd he have to be a percussionist? That means he's right behind me. Or why did I have to choose trumpet? Why does this happen to me? I bet he only chose percussion because he gets to hit a drum with sticks. I have to learn to deal with this, too.

 

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Math seemed like the best subject, by far. Yeah, Sango wasn't there, but I can live with that. The teacher was the coolest one all day. Mr. Saikenta. Yeah, he went over rules and expectations, but he made it interesting and funny so I actually listened.

 

Mr. Saikenta is an interesting man in his early 40's. He seems to have a lot of things to say, but he won't reveal all of it at once. He's exactly 6 feet, which is kinda tall for a human teacher here. Mr. Saikenta must have had gray hair early in life because his whole head is shades of white and gray. The best thing I've noticed about this man is he's funny. He kept my interest, unlike most of the teachers in this school. I wanted to stay awake for class. How amazing is that?

 

The best part was Inuyasha wasn't there. Oh, yeah. I think I'm gonna like math.

 

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Social studies. Nothing exciting there. I had that class with Sango, though, so that's a plus. A downside was that the teacher already had assigned seating so we're too far away to talk. I'll somehow live through it.

 

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Onto my favorite subject. Theatre Productions. It's basically drama, but I like it so much, I'll actually call it by its proper name. I don't know what I like about it. Maybe just pretending to be someone different. I don't know, but I like it. Until this year.

 

I love my Theatre Productions teacher the best. Mr. Sakuza. He's the funniest, wackiest, craziest guy you'll ever meet. All that funny, wacky, craziness somehow forms an original play or musical he puts on every year for us. He's also the choir director, so you can see how talented he is. I once did choir but decided on Theatre Productions more. That's half the reason I love Theatre.

 

Mr. Sakuza is a lot like Mr. Matsushino in the way he looks, but only if he were a generation younger. Mr. Sakuza is in his 30's. he has a whole head of short, black hair atop his head, that's a little spiky. Some would say that someone in their 30's shouldn't have spiky hair, but it works for Mr. Sakuza. We all love him very much. He just has so much energy and he's the type of teacher you wouldn't mind having people know you seen each other in public.

 

So I'm walking into the classroom, all happy about ending the day on a good note, when I don't get my wishes. I find him again. Inuyasha again. This is getting ridiculous. This shouldn't happen. It isn't right. and he's in both my electives; the only classes I get to pick. And he shows up in them, too. it's just not fair. How am I gonna live through this year?

 

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Ugh!!! Damn! Shit! Why? What'd I do? I'm thinking the entire walk home. This is, by far, the worst year of my school life. How could this get any worse? I'm aware enough to notice movers at the old Cantos' house right next to ours. Wow, it finally got sold. That house has been on the market for three years, I honestly didn't think anyone would buy it. I was actually hoping on it.

 

I notice a familiar figure by the boxes next to the house. No, come on! Give me a break!

 

“Hey Tsunaka!” I yell in his direction. He turns towards me at the sound of my voice.

 

“What Higurashi?”

 

“Whatcha doing here?” I say re shouldering my bag.

 

“I'm gonna be living here!” he shouts back to me. I leave the conversation hanging as I walk over toward my house, head down. I just had to ask that. I just jinxed myself. Way to go, Kagome. That must've been what mom was telling me this morning. I slap my hand to my forehead. If only I'd listened.

 

I slammed the door as soon as I stepped into my house. Not that hard, but enough to get my mom's attention.

 

“How was your first—?” she starts before I interrupt.

 

“Don't ask,” I say rudely as I dart up to my room. I lock my door, throw my bag on my bed and plug in my iPod. I feel like Evanescence. I don't feel so upbeat right now and I need the dark feeling that is Evanescence. I slump down in my computer chair wheeling it over to my window, resting my crossed arms on the sill. I stare at the sunset thinking everything through…any way I think it, it all sucks.

 

I veer my chair back over to my computer. Maybe he can be the one thing that's not crappy today.

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a/n that took me, I don't know how long, to write. But less than a day. And another day to revise to my liking. Sorry about the cliffhanger but I'm working on the 3rd chpt. Right now, so keep your pants on. Guess who's coming next chapter. That's right, it's Sesshomaru. I'm pretty sure next chapter. Depends how it works out so don't get your hopes up. The teachers I base off some actual teachers I have now but those aren't their names. Except my former band teacher, Mr. Matsushino. That's his real name and it sounded like it would go with this story so I used it. Mr. Matsushino actually retired in the middle of my school year so I'm kinda working that into my story for later. The only teacher that I made up is Mr. Chrysota. Everyone else I based off real teachers. Tell me if you like it. please review!