Disclaimer – InuYasha is property of Rumiko Takahashi and Hana Yori Dango is property of Yoko Kamio. All characters, setting, etc. are the property of their respective owners. I, SheikahLover, merely wrote this story for amusement. I receive no profit from the creation of the story. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise relating to either InuYasha and/or Hana Yori Dango. No copyright infringement is intended.

P.S., I also make no profit from the mentions of any brands in this story. They are merely included for amusement purposes. No copyright infringement is intended.

Edited: March 31, 2018

Flowers

Preface

Kagome fiddled with the straps of her vinyl bag while attempting to fix her bangs. She trudged down the hall towards her next class, mumbling to herself, "I'm already five minutes late because of Sensei. I can't afford another tardy… especially for math class." She shuddered at the thought of the horrendous subject. Mathematics was currently her worst opponent to date.

She turned down the hall quickening her pace.

I think I hate math more than I hated Naraku.

The thought of the deceased Hanyou made her stop in her tracks.

To think, more than a year has passed since the final battle.

Tears lined her eyes making her bite her bottom lip and swallow a hearty amount of saliva.

There was so much red that night; so much bloodshed and so much unruly death... And for what? The ending of a single person. A single half-demon who caused so much pain and suffering.

Kagome tried to suppress her tears. It still hurt to think about those difficult moments. Her group had managed to kill Naraku, but it left them with their own difficulties too.

Her chocolate brown eyes darkened slightly as her breathing turned heavy, and her small hands were balled into fists, her nails digging into the skin of her palms. She stalked down the hallway, making her purple ankle-length skirt sway with each step she took. Underneath the skirt, she sported mid-calf auburn toned boots with bicycle shorts and knee-length socks to match. Her pristine cream coloured blazer was done up all the way with only one button open allowing her long-sleeved white blouse that was tied together with a stylish red ribbon to stick out more than usual. Her ebony waist tresses were tied back in a nice braid which barely touched the middle of her back. Topped off with a small brown bag slung over her shoulders, she resembled none of the girlss her age who walked down the hallways of Eitoku Academy.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kagome noticed several students walking to and from their classes without a care in the world, and more priceless accessories strapped to them then she could count. With each turn of the head, she caught wind of the items by the lush brand names of Louis Vuitton, Dior, Valentino, Versace, Armani, Prada, Chanel, and Gucci. The girls especially sported a wide arrange of accessories, ranging from jewellery to handbags, scarves and gloves. It was enough to make her sick to her stomach.

The fact that these girls can spend so much money without a care in the world disgusts me. I'll never know how they can do it, especially since there are so many people outside this little world of theirs that are struggling to get by.

It was obvious to Kagome that these girls either didn't care or were too ignorant of the world beyond them to notice.

Such a realization made Kagome's expression darken by a tenfold.

Those ignorant bastards.

Rubbing her sweaty palms against the front of her skirt, she continued to walk down the hallway reluctantly making her way to math class.

The final battle had taken three days to complete but within those three days, the InuYasha gang faced more hardships than ever before. With the dawning of the first night, two of Naraku's incarnations, Kagura and Kanna appeared and were prepared to defeat the group. It took all of their strength, combined with the fueled efforts of Kouga's wolf pack, to defeat the wind sorceress and Kanna. However, by the time the first battle had ended, the majority of the group was barely able to sustain consciousness. Sango and Miroku were gravely injured, resting in two matching pools of their own blood while Kouga and his comrades suffered heavily with ghastly gashes due to Kagura's malevolent wind based attacks. Even InuYasha and Kagome had taken a hefty beating, and were covered in blood, cuts and injuries. But the group pulled forward, cleaned themselves up and rested for a few hours before pushing forward. This was the first of many battles they still had to endure. They—

"Higurashi-san, what is the answer to problem four?" Snapped out of her trance, Kagome blinked, stumped, as she looked up to meet the gaze of her inert mathematics teacher.

Hanjime-sensei had his arms crossed over his chest while he tapped his foot impatiently against the expensive marble floor. "Well, Higurashi-san, I'm waiting for an answer."

Beads of sweat formed below the back of her neck. Suppressing a hefty gulp, Kagome looked down towards her still unopened math book while the tips of her ears turned a bright shade of red. "Umm, Hajime-sensei, what page are we on?" She licked her lips and tugged at her blouse collar, detesting how it was clinging to her throat.

"What!"

Laughter erupted within the room making Hajime-sensei unleash a deadly scowl at Kagome. Kagome, who had encountered far worse glares in her travels through time, merely returned the stare with an iced version of her own. Tension quickly rose in the room as Hajime-sensei and Kagome stared at each other with flames forming around them. The other students watched on, eager to see what would occur next, since to them this was far more interesting then studying Pre-Calculus any day of the year.

"Higurashi-san, I will not tolerate this form of behaviour in my class! Report to the office for a detention slip immediately!"

Kagome rolled her eyes but nonetheless packed her stuff up into her bag, and left class without a care in the world.

"Damn, Hajime-sensei!" She grumbled under her breath, marching down the hallway her head hung low. Exiting into the school gardens, she let her mind wander to days before her attendance at Eitoku Academy.

Sometimes I wonder why I attend this school in the first place… besides my scholarship.

Attending the prestigious Eitoku Academy on an athletics scholarship for her skills in archery and kendo, Kagome was known throughout the school's athletic department as being the sole female member to participate in the two sports. There weren't any other female members or female teams for archery or kendo for that matter. Kagome originally assumed it was because the females here were too worried about breaking a nail or getting sweaty. She saw how the girls behaved in gym class. Almost all of them detested the class, and the few who didn't mind it spent more time flirting with the boys than actually participating.

She rolled her eyes at the thought.

I seriously can't stand the students at this school.

When offered the scholarship, her mother pounced on the opportunity, claiming it would be perfect for Kagome; especially considering how her junior high marks weren't phenomenal. Nevertheless, those below par marks were to be expected given Kagome's previous travels through time.

Kagome could still recall her mother's words and joyous expression when first obtaining the acceptance letter. "Kagome-chan, you should accept. Really, think of it as a new beginning. You'll be able to start fresh and make new friends and memories. Doesn't that sound fun?"

While her mother held her best interests at heart, Kagome knew it was going to take a lot more than that to make the next few years at Eitoku fly by. It had only been two months thus far, and Kagome already hated her time at the prestigious school with an unsullied passion. On account of her "lack of standing" within the school population, she hadn't made many friends besides the few people on the kendo and archery teams.

Kagome stopped at a nearby bench and plunked herself down, exhaling a loud sigh.

"Uh!" she hung her head low and looked down at her feet. Without a care, she kicked off her boots, letting her sock covered feet look up to the sky. Sighing quietly, she straightened her legs and let out a small yawn. "Just two more years to go. Two more years at this crappy school and then I'll be free."