So, this is my first Inuyasha fic. All I can say is that I hope it turns out well.

Little White Lie

Chapter One:

I'm a what…?

Welcome to my world, folks. To give you a quick little introduction as I prepare myself for my daily trip to Hell, I'm Kagome Higurashi, 16, in my second year of high school. I attend Sengoku Academy, a prestigious little institution that I always wonder how I managed to attend. Then again, don't let my little "prestigious" comment fool you; it's like a nightmare and a prison thrown into a mixing bowl. The academics aren't bad—best in Tokyo, actually—but the school is mixed with humans, demons, and everything in between. Our headmaster is a demon, Mr. Inutaisho Tesso—or should I say doctor?—and his youngest son attends our school.

How do I know this? Sometimes, being an outcast to your school's society can be a good thing, especially since nobody cares whether you hear the passing of the juicy gossip wheel or not. That's right, you're hearing this story from an outcast. An outcast. Cry me a river, it might make me feel better.

Anyways, while I was telling you all about my school, I was able to make it there. As quickly as I get there, I don't really understand why. It's not like I really look forward to much once I'm there. I don't have any friends at this institution—except maybe the good ol' teachers—and half the time, I'm too busy being shunned by everyone to find any. Why am I shunned? I don't really know myself, actually. I suppose it could be because, other than Kikyo Miyako, I'm the only other priestess in the school. At least, the only other priestess that's also a student.

Kikyo is, before you ask, one of the popular girls at my school. It's no wonder, either. She's smart, funny, nice, beautiful, and a much better priestess than I am. I guess that my presence is kind of automatically shunning hers, and the school just cannot have that, huh?

And so, there you have my life story about why I'll be an outcast at this school until the day Kikyo steps foot off of the academy's soil. Maybe even long after that. Who can really tell? Not that I really mind anymore; I dealt with most of it my first year already.

I'm about half an hour early to school today; an all-time record for being early. There are a few people on campus, most of which I recognize since, during the time I've been isolated from the rest of society, I've caught a few of their names. Over by the fountain is Koga Ookami, who is having some kind of heated argument with his girlfriend-of-approximately-three-months Ayame Shiranui. I'll bet any money it'll turn from heated argument to heated make-out session. Leaning against the wall near the school entrance is Inuyasha's gang. Inuyasha, if you haven't caught on, is the headmaster's son, and is probably only in this school because of that reason. His friends are over there laughing, and one of them looks like he's smoking on school grounds.

Maybe I haven't mentioned yet, but the school star and angel Kikyo is currently going out with Inuyasha, leader of the biggest gang in the school, and on this side of Japan. Ironic, isn't it? Goodie-goodie with the bad boy. It feels like a horrible, high school cliché however I look at it. I see Kikyo appear (out of nowhere, I might add), and enter what looks like a game of tonsil hockey with the Big Bad Doggy. If you didn't catch that, Inuyasha is a half-demon, part human and part dog. I shudder at the sight, but glad for his distraction. Undoubtedly, if Kikyo didn't do that every morning, he'd be on my case the moment I was within five feet of the main entrance. Sometimes, I wonder if she does it on purpose so he doesn't throttle me; if I'm here later than today's time by just five minutes, she'll randomly start making out with him again once I'm within range.

You see how much of a goodie-goodie she is?

Using this time to escape his sights, I dash for the door as if it were a light into heaven. Oh, if only that were true. Sadly, it isn't, though. Just as I'm grabbing the handle to the magnificent doors that are the school's entrance, I hear a sound to my left that makes me shudder. Crap, looks like he's finally caught onto me.

"Where do you think you're goin', wench?" Inuyasha growls to me darkly, his fellow gang members chuckling and looking at me in a way that's so creepy, I can't even describe it. Kikyo quickly tries to grab for Inuyasha again, but he seems to be catching on quickly to what she's doing.

"Inuyasha…" Kikyo starts, but he cuts her off in a way so gently, I never would've imagined it was him if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes.

"Kikyo, babe, why do you bother to help her? She's such a loser," Inuyasha grunts lightly, and it looks like Kikyo's whispering something into his ear now. I notice she's giving me some sort of silent signal with her hands, but she didn't need any, because I was already far past the door by the time Inuyasha could turn his attention back to me.

I sighed. Today already felt like it was going to be another crappy day. I didn't waste another second standing there because I was still within throttling range. Making my way towards my first class, I decided to cut over to the huge library first. I wasn't one of those really geeky kids who sits in the library and reads the dictionary, but the quiet sanctuary that was our school's home to books made me feel at peace. That, and the fact that any sounds higher than a whisper were not allowed, so any kind of fighting or beatings I might get in there weren't able to happen.

Even though I say the library's nice, it's still not completely safe. You'll never find yourself alone in the library, even in the few seconds before class starts. Why's that? Because every day, without fail, Miroku Houshi is in there, reading all of the library's books at leisure for the seventh, maybe eighth, time since he was enrolled in the academy. From what I know of him, and that's not a whole lot, he comes from a family of monks, he himself being one. Not only that, but he's the smartest kid in this academy, a real scholar. The rest of who he is and what kind of person he is, is sort of a mystery not only to me, but the student body as well. He's a bit of loner, kind of like me but he isn't condemned to it, and I don't see him doing much other than sitting in the library and reading. That, and every now and then, he discreetly fondles girls' butts as they pass where he's sitting.

Just so you're aware, I may see him in the library all of the time, but I never talk to him. I always make sure to walk at least a good arm's length away from him whenever I'm in the library—I've never seen him grope anyone elsewhere—and we never make conversation. It's kind of like how you're always in the same location, but there's an understanding between you and the other person that conversation isn't really necessary.

Ring! Ring!

Damn, I was so busy telling you about Miroku that I didn't get to do anything in the library. Oh well, at least now, all I have to do is get through the school day and then head on home. My first class of the day is Health, something I was required to take because I hadn't taken it the previous year. Just my luck, we're currently in the Sex Education portion. I sit in the seat farthest to the right, back corner. Apparently, my seat just spells out "outcast" to people. I suppose I'm not alone, though. You see, my seat has been discreetly isolated from the other students, enough so that the teacher doesn't notice it. However, in order to keep up the guise, they needed another seat closer to mine, but just as far from everyone else. That oh-so-lucky person was Sango Taijyu. We never speak, probably because she must hate me for getting her isolated, but from what I know, she's captain of our school's mixed martial arts club. That's probably a given, seeing as though she's from a family of demon slayers.

"Class, open your textbooks to page 347. Pay attention, what I review in this lecture will be absolutely necessary to passing your next test," our teacher droned. I pulled mine out slowly and deliberately; I wasn't so much looking forward to our next section. Then again, passing this test was key, so I quickly turned to the page and noticed it was a picture of two teens touching each other rather suggestively. They let textbooks have these kinds of pictures? I noticed my outcast-mate had her book out and open as well, but she was looking anywhere but at the book. Was she…blushing?

It wasn't my concern for very long, since the lecture had begun, and I had to rapidly take notes. Mr. Muso talks kind of fast, so I had to get down everything I could and just hope whatever he was talking about is in the book. Suddenly, I hear a bunch of the students sitting in front of me whispering quickly to each other, sneaking glances at me. I decided to ignore it, considering whatever was in the rumor mill these days was kind of ridiculous. Partway through the lesson, I notice the door to the classroom abruptly open with a loud bang. Lo and behold, it was Inuyasha! I don't see what his deal is, making a big scene of entering the classroom. He might as well stay out of class completely. Mr. Muso turned around slowly to eye the ruffian.

"Mr. Tesso, will you be joining us for class today?" he asked slowly, articulating all of his words. He got no response, only the sight of the class's worst student making his way to his desk, lackeys in tow. The teacher just sighed dramatically, but went back to whatever he was writing on the board. I went back to my note-taking, paying no mind to the fact that the rumors flying around were getting slightly louder.

It was amazing, really, how this whole thing started. I hear the class get louder, the teacher trying to quiet them down, and suddenly, one of Inuyasha's lackeys—I think his name was Suzaku or something—exclaim while pointing an accusatory finger at me:

"Ms. Outcast is a virgin?" Despite my inevitable shock at even hearing those words, I could see the rest of my class staring at me, too. Everyone, that is, except Sango, who was looking anywhere but at me or the crowd. I knew for sure that this was a lie, I wasn't a virgin. I couldn't help but feel insulted at how he shouted it, though. At this academy, no matter how prestigious it was, being a virgin was, for some odd reason, some kind of huge insult. I have no idea why, don't ask me, but apparently, you weren't really accepted here without having been laid at least once.

"I am not!" I cry out vehemently, more so than I had been going for. By now, I felt my body had automatically slammed my hands on my desk. I was standing up.

"Oh yeah? Who would wanna sleep with you, huh?" Inuyasha mocked, causing the class to laugh uproariously. I glared at him, but it didn't seem to do anything. In all honesty, I couldn't very well reveal to my entire class that I wasn't a virgin because of a sexual assault. I mean, you wouldn't either, right? I quickly thought of a way to humiliate Inuyasha for insulting me like that. Suddenly, I had the perfect idea. Okay, maybe it wasn't so perfect, and I would totally regret it later, but at the time, I wasn't thinking straight and was only thinking of revenge. I grinned evilly.

"Oh? You don't remember, Inuyasha? You don't remember the time we had hot, steamy sex in your car?"

The moment the entire class had shut up, I realized I was in deep shit.

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