InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Syndrome ❯ Nothing But a Filthy Half-Breed ( Chapter 16 )

Chapter 16 - Nothing But a Filthy Half-Breed

 

 

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In just a week they would be starting high school. Kagome let out a sigh. She was nervous, even with Bankotsu and Miroku sitting on either side of her. She'd never been in a building quite this big before and the whole place was intimidating. Hearing her sigh, Bankotsu's arm wrapped around her shoulders while Miroku's fingers laced with hers, both in an attempt to soothe her. They'd been sitting there for at least twenty minutes and the guy with the microphone was still talking! How much could he possibly have to say? They'd heard about school policies; the dress code, the honor code, and more. He'd introduced several of the teachers and administrators and he'd explained the basic layout of their day and the warning and late bells. What else could there possibly be?

 

She was almost asleep when the auditorium was suddenly filled with noise. Jerking her head up and looking around she heard Bank laugh. “We're supposed to get in line to get our schedules and locker info. Was it really so boring that you fell asleep?”

 

She shot him an annoyed look. “I wasn't asleep… yet. Come on. If we just sit here we're gonna be at the end of the line and never get out of here!”

 

“So eager to escape already?” Miroku asked with a laugh.

 

“It's just so big,” was all she said before standing and making her way to the end of the line, her two friends hot on her trail.

 

 

 

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He so didn't want to be here. Why did his parents have to go on vacation this week of all weeks? His father should have known better than to expect his asshole brother to help him out. He was here alright but he was doing everything he could to distance his pretentious ass from him. And so he was alone, surrounded by strangers and wishing he didn't have such powerful hearing. He didn't need to know what the other students and their families thought of him. Why were they even paying attention to him? They were supposed to be listening to the principal drone on and on about nothing, not discussing his ears or his dirty blood.

 

When the talking was finally over he almost dove out of his seat, hoping to get in the front of the line so he could get the hell out of there. He bumped into a dark haired girl and was afraid for a moment that he'd knocked her over but a quick glance let him know that what had to be her boyfriend from the way he held her, caught her before she hit the ground. He didn't stop to apologize. They wouldn't listen to him anyway, not once they noticed. He wished that hell would just open up and swallow him whole. It had to be better than this. Anything would be better than this.

 

He managed to get fairly close to the front of the line because of his haste, but that didn't mean much with the way it was crawling forward. He'd still be standing there forever. He glanced to his left and noticed the bastard leaning against the wall on the far side of the auditorium. `I would've been better off coming alone. Lotta good he's doing me pretending I don't exist.'

 

“I can't believe they let half-breeds go to school here,” he heard whispered somewhere to his right. His ears twitched as he wished he could find some way to drown it all out.

 

“Disgusting. He should have been killed at birth.”

 

“You know if his father wasn't rich he wouldn't be here.”

 

“Looks like his father doesn't give a damn. Didn't even bother to show up.”

 

“Look, do you see that? There's a half-demon over there!”

 

“Filthy hanyou. He'd better keep his distance from me.”

 

The whispering continued all around him and his ears plastered to the top of his head. They had to know he could hear them but it was obvious that they simply didn't care. He was just a dirty blooded half-breed. He didn't deserve polite consideration.

 

 

 

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Bankotsu wanted to teach the idiot who almost plowed Kagome over a lesson in manners but she'd stopped him, not wanting to start off the school year with a fight. She waved once more to her mother who was leaving with Bankotsu's mother to have some coffee while they explored the school. Miroku's father was busy, out on a date like usual, so he'd ridden with them as well. They had about an hour and a half to get their schedules, find their lockers, and search out all their classes so they wouldn't be completely lost on the first day.

 

She sighed and leaned back against Bank's chest, bored out of her mind. Deciding that she had to do something to pass the time, Kagome began looking over all the people bustling around the room. Some she recognized from middle school but many were strangers. Three middle schools all funneled into one high school so there would be lots of new faces. As her eyes traveled from face to face her attention was captured.

 

`He's beautiful,' she thought to herself as she gave the demon a once over. Leaning against the wall, closer to the front of the lines and the entrance, was the epitome of sexiness in her opinion. He was tall, always a plus, with long straight silver hair. His pale skin had a glow to it and she felt her hands twitch as her eyes followed the markings on his cheeks and forehead. Kagome was a bit surprised by her reaction to the male. She'd never felt anything quite so powerful as the sudden urge to wrap her hands in his hair and trace his markings with her tongue. Her fingers twitched again as she noticed his long fluffy white tail thrown over one shoulder. `It looks so… soft.' He looked absolutely delicious and was definitely the hottest guy she'd seen in a long, long time.

 

He wore a blue t-shirt and dark jeans, his hands in the pockets. He looked absolutely bored, like he wished he was somewhere else. She couldn't drag her eyes off of him. She could see just the slightest hint of his muscled chest and abdomen where the cotton fabric clung to his skin and she was once again overcome with an urge, this time to peel that shirt off him and kiss every inch of skin she could find. She tried to shake off the feeling but it was hanging on tight and refused to give in. She watched as his eyes slowly opened and she let out a startled gasp. He had the most amazing golden eyes, but that wasn't what made her gasp. No, it was when his eyes seemed to lock with hers for just an instant it felt like electricity was flowing through her entire body that surprised her. The eye contact didn't last anywhere near long enough as the next second he appeared to be looking elsewhere, but her body still hummed with whatever had just shot through her, giving every inch of her the tingles.

 

Bankotsu nudged Miroku to draw his attention to their little miko. They'd never seen her quite so enthralled before. Both males followed her line of sight to figure out just who she was staring at, both shaking their heads. They should have expected it. She always had found demons attractive. Her mother thought it was a rebellious thing; that because she was a miko and was supposed to be a demon's natural enemy she liked demons purely for shock value. But that wasn't it. They knew she couldn't care less what people thought of her. She was drawn to demons for some other reason, but they hadn't figured out why just yet.

 

Bank had to snap his fingers in front of her face a couple of times to get her attention, letting her know that the line was moving. She blushed, knowing they'd noticed her focus, and took a few steps forward before resuming her perusal of the room, trying and failing to keep her eyes from returning to the silver haired demon. It was like he was a magnet and her eyes were unsuspecting paperclips that were caught in its force field.

 

 

 

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He wanted to roll his eyes but he would never allow anyone to see him do anything so common. Why had his father sentenced him to this hell? It was bad enough he was going to have to attend the same school as the half-breed. Why did he have to escort him to freshman orientation? The idiot could have made it on his own. The last thing he wanted was for people to identify the hanyou as his half-brother. It was embarrassing. How his father had fallen so low as to mate a human and sire a half-demon he would never know. He'd spent his whole life trying to figure it out but no answers were forthcoming. His father, a powerful taiyoukai, lowering himself to lay with a human was just incomprehensible.

 

He'd been ordered to bring Inuyasha to the orientation but nothing had been said about sitting with him or associating with him in any way so that was exactly what Sesshoumaru was doing. He intended to stand right where he was until the hanyou had retrieved his information and located his classes and then they would return home and he would do his best to forget the entire torturous experience.

 

 

 

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He'd finally reached the front of the line and now had his schedule and locker information. All Inuyasha wanted to do was get out of there. He couldn't take it, all the whispered comments and obvious distaste for his very existence. He was entirely alone, just him against the rest of the world and it was more than he could handle at the moment. He made his way to where Sesshoumaru was standing, ready to leave.

 

 

 

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Kagome watched as another silver haired boy approached the first and she smiled. They had to be brothers. The similarities were unmistakable. The moving line had brought them much closer to where they were standing and she found that she could now hear them talking. She knew it wasn't polite to eavesdrop but she was just too curious. She had an incredible desire to hear the sexy demon's voice.

 

 

 

 

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“I've got it. Let's go,” was all Inuyasha said when he reached his ass of an older half-brother.

 

Sesshoumaru glared down at the hanyou who dared speak to him in public. “Father wished for you to locate your locker and classes before we depart and you will do so. This Sesshoumaru will not take the blame for your laziness.”

 

“I'm not being lazy you bastard,” the hanyou hissed. “I just wanna get the hell out of here!”

 

“It is not the fault of this Sesshoumaru that you are a filthy half-breed. You have your pathetic human mother to thank for that. You may as well come to terms with your status now. You are and always will be an outsider. No one will ever wish to associate with you. You are nothing but a disgrace and an abomination that should have been exterminated long ago.”

 

“Fuck you, asshole!” Inuyasha almost yelled before stalking out of the auditorium. If he had to find his locker and classes before the jerk would take him home then he would, but he would do it quickly. He didn't want to be there for a minute longer than he had to.

 

 

 

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Kagome was confused. They had to be related, but she'd never seen anyone treat a family member like her cute demon just had. It was unbelievable just how rude and downright cruel he'd been. All the other boy wanted was to leave. Going over their brief conversation, if you could even consider it such, she decided that they must be half-brothers, her guess based mostly on the human mother comment. But she still didn't understand the obvious disgust the older brother had spoken with.

 

She turned and looked at Bankotsu. “Bank, what did he mean, filthy half-breed?”

 

Miroku and Bankotsu looked at each other for a moment. She didn't know. She'd been sheltered from the prejudice so far in her life but apparently that was about to end. They hadn't had any half-demons in their school so she'd never heard the horrible names the humans and demons alike would call them.

 

Looking back down at her he gave her a small smile. “I'll explain it to you later, Kaggie. Not here, okay?”

 

She nodded, though she was still confused. Why did he look so sad? And why would one brother call another any of the things that she'd heard? A scowl covered her usually smiling face and she made a decision. No matter how cute the silver haired demon was, he was a huge jerk. Being attractive does not excuse poor manners and right then she vowed that she didn't care how hot he was, how fast he made her heart beat in her chest or how he literally made her mouth water; she would never give him the time of day. She was a busy girl after all and she didn't have time for rude, inconsiderate, and condescending assholes.

 

 

 

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Finally they had their schedules and Kagome stood in the hall comparing them. “Well, I've got one of you in each of my classes except history, both of you in math and science. We've got the same lunch period and our lockers are in the same section. Not too bad.”

 

“Eh, it could be better,” Bankotsu said before taking the papers from her and handing them to Miroku. He lifted her up and onto his shoulders while she giggled.

 

“I can almost touch the ceiling! Stand on your toes Bankie!”

 

“Bankie?” Miroku asked, trying not to laugh but failing.

 

“Well, he called me Kaggie. It's only fair! On your toes! Come on!”

 

“You are an odd girl, Kaggie,” Bank said before he humored her and lifted up on his toes. When he heard her cheer, having succeeded in her goal to touch the ceiling, he lowered back down and began to walk forward. “So, navigator? Where to first?” he asked the monk at his side.

 

“Onward, into the great eggshell yonder,” he said while pointing ahead of them.

 

“Miroku, have you lost your mind completely?”

 

“What? Didn't like it? But… don't you get it? Off to the great blue yonder? And the walls are all that off white color Jak insists on calling eggshell?”

 

Kagome and Bankotsu both glanced at their friend before shaking their heads. “Lost his mind,” they said at the same time.

 

 

 

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He was searching out his classes as fast as possible, doing his best to avoid running into anyone. He heard footsteps approaching and was about to turn the corner when he heard the sweetest sound of feminine laughter. He stopped in his tracks as she came into view, a miko sitting on the shoulders of a human male that oddly enough had a demon mark on his forehead. Beside him walked another human male, this one obviously a monk in training. Looking up at the giggling girl he froze. `She's incredible,' he thought, her gray eyes flashing bright blue like lightning across a cloud covered sky.

 

When she saw him standing there she wanted to say something, anything, but she didn't know what. She felt her heart ache at the look in his eyes and turned quickly away, unable to stand the sight of such pain and suffering.

 

When she turned away he wanted to slap himself. `Of course she turned away! You're a filthy hanyou and she's a miko! She would never… She's just like the rest of them, just like everyone else.' His shoulders slumped in defeat and he walked in the opposite direction even though his next destination was the other way. He couldn't stand to see her again. Something about her had given him hope, but it was ripped away just as quickly as it had come and he was left once again with nothing.

 

 

 

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That night Bankotsu and Miroku both stayed at the shrine. They'd decided that since there was only a week worth of summer break left they were going to make the most of it, and tonight was the first of their `Final Week of Freedom' as Kagome'd so dubbed it.

 

Once they were alone Bankotsu decided he might as well get it over with. “Kagome, you still wanna know about half-breeds?”

 

She nodded but looked at him in concern. “If you don't wanna talk about it you don't have to.”

 

“No, it's alright. It's just… you remember what I told you before, about this,” he said while gesturing to his forehead.

 

“Yeah, that your father was a demon and your Mom's a miko like me and my mom, so you're a half demon.”

 

“Yes, but I never explained it to anyone else because human and demons alike both hate half demons. Jak and I got lucky. All we got were the marks. They can't sense it, monks, mikos, demons, none of them can detect either our demon or holy energies because they cancel each other out.”

 

“But why do they hate half demons?”

 

“Demons see them as weak, as a disgrace, and they don't approve of humans and demons mating. Human don't like it either. They all think that demons should be with demons and humans with humans, and any offspring of a human and a demon are basically tormented their entire lives for what they are, not human but not demon either. They're… we're not accepted anywhere. We don't belong with either side, and the middle isn't a fun place to be. You heard some of the comments, didn't you?” Kagome nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “If they knew the truth about me and Jak it would be the same way for us. It's bad enough that every demon wants to know how we ended up with the marks anyway.”

 

“So you mean he's probably never had any friends?”

 

“It's not likely, Kags,” Miroku said with sadness in his voice. He didn't see what the big deal was. He had been friends with Bank for two years before he was trusted with the secret, but when he found out it didn't change anything. He didn't know why people couldn't just accept it. If a human and a demon fell in love they should be allowed the same happiness as demon or human couples. And it wasn't the child's fault. He couldn't understand why they tormented the innocent children.

 

“And the other one, the one who looked like him?”

 

“He was a full demon, an inu taiyoukai. The hanyou has to be his half-brother,” Bankotsu answered.

 

“His brother's an asshole,” she said with great determination, causing both of her friends to smile.

 

“Yes, he certainly came across that way, didn't he?” Miroku asked with a smirk.

 

“Bank, I'm so glad you didn't have to suffer like that.”

 

“You know you saved me from it, right babe? They stopped questioning the mark because of you. Your friendship made all the difference in the world.” He watched as the tears finally started to slide down her cheeks. “Hey, no crying now, Kaggie.”

 

She sniffled and wiped at her eyes. “I can't help it. It's not right. It's not fair.”

 

“Maybe not, but there's nothing you can do about it. That's just the way things are,” he said while holding his arms open to her.

 

Kagome crawled into his lap and tried her best not to think about it. They were right; there wasn't anything she could do about it. She couldn't change the opinions of the whole world. But maybe she could make a difference in one more life.

 

Miroku and Bankotsu did their best to distract her for the rest of the evening as they watched movies and ate popcorn until the dead of night. They would have stayed up longer but Kagome had fallen asleep and neither wanted to wake her so the guys turned in as well.

 

Even in her sleep the thoughts refused to leave her mind. She had seen the same pain and fear in Bankotsu's eyes when they first met, like he was afraid she would treat him like the others, afraid she was just another one of them. Was that what he was thinking then? The boy with the adorable silvery white ears, was he afraid she would reject him, that she would see him like everyone else did? Because she wouldn't… and she didn't. It didn't matter to her what he was or wasn't. Those golden eyes, not the cold ones of the elder but the pained ones of the younger, wouldn't leave her alone and she found that she didn't want them to.

 

 

 

 

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He couldn't get her out of his mind, the girl with lightning in her eyes. The way she looked at him, it wasn't the same as everyone else; at least he hadn't thought so until she looked away. And now he was replaying it over and over in his head. What had he seen in those eyes? What was she thinking when she looked at him? What came to her mind when she saw him? Hanyou, half-breed, half-demon, filth, disgusting, worthless, despicable… the choices were endless but always negative. He knew better than to think that anyone could see past what he was to who he was. It just wasn't going to happen. His parents had sentenced him to a life full of torment and loneliness with their love. But he couldn't blame them. They both loved him. It was the rest of the world that was the problem.

 

 

 

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Sesshoumaru sat straight up in bed, eyes wide and a gasp on his lips. `What in the hell was that?' He'd never had a dream anywhere near like that before in his entire life. He was much too civilized to have erotic dreams, or so he thought until now. He'd never seen a beauty like that before, and the way her body looked, shimmering with sweat and writhing beneath his attentions, so responsive. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get the image of her out of his head. Her raven black hair, her amazing eyes, her voice… it was like an angel calling out his name in her ecstasy. If only she was real… if she was a living being he would mate her in an instant. She was absolute perfection and he knew somehow that no female would ever quite compare to the one he'd just dreamt of.

 

Deep in his subconscious, locked away and ignored, his beast purred in pleasure. Yes, she was perfection… and she was the one they wanted, the one that would be their mate. Too bad his civilized side didn't realize that she wasn't a figment of his imagination, didn't know he'd laid eyes on her that very day. He would find out soon enough though. She would catch his attention and he would figure it out. The young taiyoukai would soon know that he had already seen his future mate, and until he did the beast was determined to remind him of their dream girl, their goddess, their love. He would ensure that she would be their mate. There would be no other, could be no other choice.