InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Pages of My Life ❯ So This is Life ( Chapter 1 )

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

Disclaimer:I do not own Inuyasha. RumikoTakahashi does.

Quick Author Note: I've had this fic bouncing around in my head for a little while but I just recently decided to make it an Inu fanfic. It's my first attempt at one so reviews are very welcome, I'm a bit nervous about posting this but I'm having a lot of fun writing it so I hope you all enjoy reading it.

It's in first person POV which will be switching between Inuyasha and Kagome. I'll note who it is in the beginning but later it should be obvious and I might not always say, I'll try to though.

It is a romance so it is going to be fluffy, you're being warned but I'll try not to make it a total sapfest. And there is going to be a fair amount of cussing, nothing crazy but use your personal digression. I'm most likely going to be updating at least once a week, we'll see once things get rolling.

Ok enough chit chat, thanks for reading! Enjoy!

~Laurell

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:Kagome's POV:

It was 5:30 am and I had work at 9:00 am. An important detail to this is I hadn't gone to sleep yet. Nothing was on but infomercials, tacky church sermons, and bad music videos. Not that it really mattered because I kept the TV on mute; I just wanted to fill up the dead air with some movement and light anyway.

The sad part is this time I didn't even bother attempting to sleep tonight; I usually tossed and turned if not just for society's sake. But I knew it would be futile with the mood I was in. I settled for gory news headlines from my otherwise quiet TV. The empty apartment echoed around me mockingly with the occasional buzz of air condition. I sighed and raised my hand to put pressure on top of my reading glasses where they perched on my nose.

There wasn't any point in trying for sleep by now, so I settled for a breakfast soda. I couldn't stand coffee, reminded me of my annoying roommates all of which who were passed out or not home at the moment. I considered doing laundry, if nothing else just to annoy them, but dismissed the thought as I would have to leave my room for that.

College was supposed to be exciting, these were supposed to be the best years of my life. But someone had gotten it horribly wrong and everyone had been lied to ever since I suppose. My classes were taught by mostly pompous ass liberals who just wanted a crowd to preach their insane opinions to. It wasn't really about learning so much as about parroting what they wanted back. I spent copious amounts of money on books I never opened, which frustrated me to no end. I spent $150 bucks on my political science book first semester only for it to cause clutter under my desk for 3 months and then get $4.50 back for it, I couldn't even buy lunch for $4.50 that day. My friends had mostly scattered to other colleges, or were living in dorms, and never had classes with me. It was too hard to keep up with high school classmates because you didn't have much in common anymore and too hard to meet new people because you can't even find the same person twice in a class of 500.

I'm not a pessimistic person by nature; and I've been feeling out of place in my own mind lately. But, my entire life up until this point has been wonderful, and when it was scheduled to get even better, everything went up in smoke. I moved away from home for college, to go find myself and be independent….or some shit. That went real well, for about a week. I quickly realized being `independent' meant far too many hours at a job I was constantly screwing up at, to barely break even paying all my expenses. Being away from home left me lonely from everyone I had known, and going to a huge impressive school on the coast that I fully intended to do great in while partying my ass off…hadn't turned out at all like I intended.

I made decent grades but by my mid first semester my old enthusiasm for making great grades was beginning to go unmotivated. Partying was just stupid, same drunk losers hitting on me, same stupid girls doing way too many drugs, and I couldn't stand any of them, even while I was intoxicated. Not to mention the time I probably almost got myself raped, I won't even go into that mess.

I was in a rut, and the part that really gnawed at me about that was I had put myself there. I would have given anything to pick up and leave, but I didn't have the money. Or to just meet someone, a friend a lover I didn't care. But I was shy and untrusting of the people around me by now and after a whole semester of not meeting anyone new, I had kind of abandoned those thoughts.

My roommates, who I had practically expected to, become sisters to me like some cheesy chick movie or something I don't know, I couldn't stand. Two of them were older than me and so they thought they could boss me around. They were constantly throwing huge loud parties when I had finals the next day or screwing loudly. My other roommate was actually two because her boyfriend was always staying with us, and eating my food. I breezed in and out without so much as a greeting with anyone except to occasionally find mail addressed to me in front of my door. But the other three constantly screamed at each other. I'd walk into the kitchen to get something to eat and would usually go straight through a “Go fuck yourself!!” or “Eat shit you dumb bitch!” fight between two or three of them. I was sort of known as the neutral roommate. I pretended I wasn't there as much as they did I think.

I sniffed at a hard piece of pizza on the corner of my desk trying to remember when I ordered it. Giving up on that I light a cigarette instead blowing it towards the vent, knowing good and well about one of their allergies and whatever else she claimed was wrong with her that day. I smiled a bit tilting my head back.

Yep this looked to be the start of another wonderful day….I could just tell.

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:Inuyasha's POV:

Stepping into the bank I felt the immediate rush and relief of cool air flood across my hot skin. Everything near me was crisp, clean, and if possible marble covered. I glanced around waiting for my pupils to adjust to the huge room and tried to identify where I was to head first. Teller booths and bank representatives in a giant room to the left we're chitchatting and settling into their desks with opening hour about to hit. I looked down at the floor of the huge empty oval room and stared at what loomed under my addidas sneakers stretching past me. In the direct center of the room a giant shape looking somewhat like a compass was carved in the marble floor. It was lined with gold lines between the shapes separating the different stone types, like an elaborate stained glass frame with rock replacing the colorful window panes.

Still in some awe I craned my neck back next to look up into the core of the tall building; It had to be 20 stories tall at least…probably more and seemed to stretch up endlessly. I had definitely never worked in conditions like this before, I thought with a gulp. Realizing I was just standing there gawking like an idiot I walked quickly over to the escalator heading for the second story hoping no one had noticed.

I stepped off the moving stairs and carefully approached the desk to the right. I cleared my throat impatiently getting the attention of a small man behind the giant desk; which was making him look even smaller, to put his paper down.

“Good morning,” I started a bit nervously, “I'm a new employee, wh-” He cut me off shortly with a hand motion, not necessarily in a rude way but just that he probably got this a lot.

“You'll want to head up those elevators to your right to the fifth floor. Someone will be waiting to give you your orientation I'm sure.”

“Thank you.”

He waved it off and picked his paper back up while I headed for the elevators, remembering I had heard something about the next couple of days being orientation days. I obsessively went over things in my mind as to how I should act and what to try and do today as I stepped into the lavish elevator when it arrived. I was really lucky to have found this job with my former…well…employment history. Keeping my temper wasn't one of my fortes and I had a bad history of screwing up most jobs with it, or my foul mouth.

Tugging the collar of my shirt I fidgeting feeling awkward in the polo and khaki shorts I had on, but was thankful I didn't look too underdressed for my position. I had roped the majority of my long black hair into a long pony tail, I was told long hair was allowed under the condition it was well managed and didn't get in the way. My lengthy bangs still framed my face and I ran a hand through them nervously, despite it doing nothing to push them aside. I could hardly stand my hair tied back, even with the pony tail holder attempting to clamp it down it fluffed out in the weirdest places. I was reminiscing of the feel of my favorite jeans when the elevators opened to a modestly decorated lobby. Taking a deep breath I stepped out praying I wouldn't fuck this up.

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