Shine On

Chapter 1- Welcome to Your Life

Disclaimer - Inuyasha is not mine. However, this story is. So, take it... and you'll be sorry.

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First day or freshmen year. First day of high school. First day of life, in general. The, supposed, greatest years of your life started here. Most memorable moments, most treasured times. I always thought people were kidding when they said things like this. Goodness was I wrong. These years, they held the most drama. The most bittersweet times and things that ever happened to me I can promise you, happened in my high school career. Boyfriends, friends, love, family, grades, growing up... It all intertwined in this completely messy web that we all love to blame on hormones. That's high school for you, I guess.

Anyway, freshmen year was just around the corner. Well, more-so like a foot step away. I was 14 years old and on my way to my first day at school in "Hanoroku High". I had transferred from Kyoto to Tokyo due to... family issues. My father had just passed away and my mother couldn't afford our house anymore. So, we packed up and moved in with my Jii-chan. Now, I live with my mother, brother -Souta-, and grandfather in the Higurashi Shrine.

So, unlike everyone else, I had no friends yet. As I stood outside the door to the school, I watched while people would scream, run up, and hug a friend they hadn't seen since 8th grade. It was usually girls. I smiled humbly to myself and continued on into the school.

It wasnt superbly large... nor small... somewhere in between. A comfortable medium between humongous and tiny. That was perfect. This way, I wouldn't get lost or feel too cramped. As I looked around, admiring the pure white walls, I ran across a "Student Service" sign. Since I was new and needed a map, I figured I might as well step in and get one. Little did I know, this one decision between getting a map or not getting a map from the tiny office located close to the school's entrance labelled "Student Service" would forever change my high school experience. I can only imagine how horrendous it would have been had that small decision been made any differently.

Of course, I didn't think about this until much after graduation day.

Upon entering the room, I noted the brunette behind the desk and stepped forward. Her name tag read, 'Yuka'.

I cleared my throat to get her attention.

Yuka look up at me and smiled cheerfully. "Hi, how may I-" She began but was cut off by some shouting behind her.

"Her skirt was too short... I was just making sure she had underwear on underneath!" A boy with brown hair was pushed out of the room in the back of the office. I looked at him curiously and noticed he had blue undertones to match his blue eyes. I continued watching as a girl came following after him looking like she was ready to slap him.

"I can promise you, those were not his intentions!" She turned to a man behind her. "He harrassed me!" She said. A man with short brown hair came out of the little room.

"Just, grow up. Both of you. It's the first day of school... get out of my office." He said with a sigh. The girl scoffed and stomped out of the office. The man returned into his office, while the boy with brown and blue hair approached Yuka's desk.

"Hey." He said cheerfully to her, turning to look at me. Yuka smiled back at him.

"Got in trouble for more perving, Miroku?" Yuka asked, tilting her head to the side. The boy just smiled at her.

Shaking her head, Yuka turned her attentions back to me. "Anyway, what can I help you with?" Nervously, I grabbed my arm. For some reason, I'd completely forgotten why I'd even come into this office.

"Uh... map... please." I managed to spit out. Yuka turned around in her seat and grabbed a map. Handing me one, she scrunched her face up and looked at Miroku.

"Umm, they're actually really confusing maps." She said just as I noticed how out-of-order everything was. "Why don't you just have some one give you a tour before first block?" She suggested.

"Well, I don't know any-" I began but was cut off by Miroku's grabbing of my hands.

"I'd be happy to escort you around." He said, staring deeply into my eyes. I smiled politely.

"Thanks" I said chipperly and we left the office together.

A few moments of akward silence passed between us as we ventured through the halls. "Where'd you move here from?" Miroku asked me once we'd been a safe distance away from the office. I tucked a lock of my ebony hair behind my ear and turned to him.

"Kyoto..." I said quietly. He nodded and added an 'ahh... Kyoto' as a response. I guess it proved how completely uninteresting I was. We were silent for another minute before he asked...

"Why'd you move here?"

I looked at my feet. "I don't want to talk about it right now..."

Those words... I'll never forget how I felt after hearing them. It almost felt like my heart had fallen from my chest. I guess, since my father's death, I'd never really spent too much time mourning him. My brother cried all night and day for a month and he got over it. My mother and I, on the other hand, figured out ways to preoccupy ourselves. I had taken up writing. I'd always write about how I felt and what was going on through my head, while my mother cleaned every chance she got. I only recall seeing her cry on two occasions.

One was, of course, right after we got the news. The other time was actually recent. It was about a week before we moved. My father, a couple years before he died, had left a coffee stain on one of our counters and everyone always found it funny since it was shaped like a heart. We'd always pick at it and use stain remover but it never came up. So, we decided that it meant he'd left his heart at that house. Since it was the house my mother grew up in, we thought he'd left his heart with our mother. And, since it never came up, we always thought of it as a sign that he would always love her. But, this one night after his death, our mom was trying to clean the kitchen. We were all supposed to be asleep, however, I'd gotten up to get a glass of water. I walked into the kitchen and saw her scrubbing furiously at the stain. She had about six different stain removers lined up on the counter. When I asked what she was doing, she'd cussed a little explaining how she was trying to remove the stain, but it wasn't coming up. I went to look at it and saw it was still there, just as bright as it was when he left. She was still scrubbing when I'd walked out, but once she thought I was a safe distance away, I heard an angry groan followed by crashing which was followed by sobs. I'll never forget that night. It was so... heart-wrenching.

"Sorry..." Miroku said softly to me. "I didn't want to upset you or anything." He continued as we turned down a hall way.

I shrugged and gave him a smile. "It's alright. I just don't think I'm ready to talk about it." I said.

"Right." We turned down the hall into a classroom. "Well, we both have the same first block..." he said looking at my schedule. "I can walk you to your next blocks, after class if you want. You seemed kind of spaced during the tour." He gave me a smile. I began blushing horrendously. I hadn't paid any attention to it.

"I'm sorry... uhh, thank you, but I think I can handle it..." I said softly as we made our way into the classroom.

Miroku stuck out hish and to me. "We never were properly introduced. I'm Miroku Houji." I grabbed his hand and smiled while shaking it.

"I'm Kagome Higurashi."

Miroku smiled at the name. "Ka-go-me... it's like a poem almost. It rolls off the tongue so sweetly and innocently..." He gasped. "Let me see you're schedule again!" I handed him my schedule and watched in amazement as his face went through about 10 expressions all in one second.

"We have the same lunch and third block. You'll have to sit with me for lunch." He smiled at me adding a little wink to his gaze. I smiled and nodded.

"That sounds great." I said just as the teacher walked in. I took a seat in the desk at the far-right corner and took a good note of what everyone in the class looked like. Aside from Miroku, with his blue undertones, no one else stuck out too much. Just as I thought this, a boy with long white hair and puppy ears on top of hish ead walked into class.

"Sorry I'm late." He smirked at the teacher. "Guess I wasn't all pumped up to come to school on the first day and spend time with an old geizer like you." The teacher smiled.

"Take a seat, Mr. Taisho. I can't imagine why you wouldn't be excited to see me." Inuyasha smirked as he sat down in the empty desk next to mine. His smirk revealed two fangs in his mouth and his amber eyes. Such deep amber eyes. I could have stared at them all day.

"Well, welcome to high school. I'm Mr. Myoga. I'll be teaching this wonderful class. This wonderful class, by the way, is World History. I know you'll all enjoy it just as much as my friend, Inuyasha will." He said looking at the boy next to me once again.

'Inuyasha...' I thought. 'What does that even mean?' As the class went on, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Inuyasha was looking at me. After a while, it had begun to piss me off. So, I turned to look at him and once our eyes met-

I can't even explain it to you now. Something happened, though, in that moment. Like I'd seen his whole life. His eyes were so... sad... But, I knew that saddness. He'd lost something. And for some strange reason, I wanted to make him whole.

I quickly averted my eyes and turned my complete attention back to the class discussion. However, I couldn't shake the weird feeling I'd gotten from him. Who was this Inuyasha?

End of el chapter uno! Ahh, its so good so far, right? lol. Well, to clear something up. This lil story... is actually kind of a story like what happened to me. It's kind of like my high school experience with different characters and some different scenarios. However, I hope you guys will like it.

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Love- Jess