Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha…. Rumiko Takahashi does. I am aware.

Thank goodness I'm finally getting the chance to right this. I go the idea from my little cousins and the k-2nd grade classes at Knoxville Adventist School.

Summary: The great characters of Inuyasha are in Kindergarten and 2nd grade!

That's just about it, I guess. Some of them may seem OOC, but it's because their kids. Please tell me if I'm going overboard. Give me feedback, but be gentle. I want a straight answer, but not harsh.

By the way, Hi Breanna! You inspired this story in some strange way as well. Congratulations!

The bell rang and all the Kindergarteners ran to their seats, leaving the mountainous piles of toys scattered all over the room.

"Time for Arts and Crafts," the teacher, Mrs. Higurashi announced.

The students pulled out there supply box and waited for the rest of the instructions.

"Today, you will be making special cards for your parents to give to them on the upcoming Parents' Day!"

Naraku grimaced, as he wadded up a bit of paper while mumbling something about it being stupid.

Parents' Day was only celebrated by grades K-2nd, and it was the biggest in-school party of the year. Naraku didn't care for it at all, because he had no parents, no family, no friends, absolutely no one to share the popular day with, while everyone else celebrated it freely. Although he didn't care, the day was stupid to him anyway.

Kagome traced her red paper with glue in the shape of a heart then sprinkled some glitter onto it. Inuyasha looked over her shoulder and inspected it like a farmer would a cow. He smirked as he thought of something he thought to be criticizing and funny to say.

"It ain't Valentines Day ya know!" he shot. Inuyasha decided to spend Parents' Day with his godfather, Toto-sai. He was a half-demon with a curse that could be activated by Kagome with the word "sit."

"I didn't ask for your opinion," Kagome's cute voice pouted.

Naraku flipped his piece of paper at Inuyasha's dog ear. It twitched then he rubbed it, as he scowled at the mischievous Naraku. He decided to just ignore him. He began to draw a picture of a sword. He wrote inside of the card, begging Toto-sai to train him soon, so he could wield a sword, but everyone knew he was way too young.

Kagome looked over his shoulder and smiled. "I like your drawing, Inuyasha!" She giggled and blushed, then started to write a note to her mom.

Naraku stared at his blank piece of paper, not thinking of any point to make a card. The teacher sat next to him at the lonely table and asked him what was wrong.

He just glared at her and turned his head. The lady smiled and said. "You're so cute when you pout!" She patted his head and gave him a hug. When she got up, Naraku scooted around the table to turn his back to the class.

"Vile woman," He said to himself. He got a marker out of his box and began to make himself a card.

Miroku put his arm around Sango and giggled. Sango pushed him away and growled, "Keep your hands to yourself. She blushed, but tried to make it look like she was just doing it because she was mad.

Sango lived with her little brother with their dad. They lived in a small house near the outskirts of town. Although Sango was young, she was already training to become a master of martial arts.

Miroku lived with his godfather, who had been a monk for many years. Because of his occupation they lived near a shrine next to graves. He was trying to teach Miroku how to be a monk as well. He was cursed with a wind tunnel in his right hand that had plagued his family for many generations.

Kagome held up her card. Her face showed she was very satisfied with her art. She went up and showed it to the teacher who complimented it nicely.

"Thanks mom!" she said as she beamed.

She sat back down and put it safely in her desk, then began to watch Inuyasha.

Soon, it was time for recess. The K-2nd graders went outside.

Inuyasha looked at the door and waited for someone. "Sesshomaru, Koga, Ayame… there she is!" Inuyasha beamed. He ran up to Kikyou and said hello.

"What do you want?" She grimaced.

"Huh? I just wanted to say hello." Inuyasha frowned.

"You have no chance with me so stop trying!" She replied.

Inuyasha frowned more. Kikyou began to walk away. "Wait, Kikyou!" His attempts to bring her back were fruitless. She ignored him and talked to Kagome.

Inuyasha sighed and turned to Miroku who was sitting on the swings with a red hand-shaped mark on his face. Inuyasha sat by him and decided to share the grief. "So she slapped you again." Inuyasha saying making it sound he was implying that "Miroku is hopeless."

He let out a big breath and a groan. "Yeah…" He replied.

Without Inuyasha seeing, his big brother, Sesshomaru came up behind him. Inuyasha didn't find out about it until he was heading face first into the dirt.

He stood straight up and stifled his crying. He pushed his brother, which made his brother push him back. Soon, a whole fight was started up, but Inuyasha was unable to hit his superior older brother. One frustrated grunt followed another, but no matter how hard he tried, he always failed.

The teacher hurried over there and picked him up.

"Stop it!" She demanded.

"Tell him to stop it," Inuyasha whined.

All around, everyone, except for Kagome and Kikyou were laughing at him. The teacher put him down and began lecturing him about behavior toward his elders.

Naraku watched from a nearby tree. Like always he wasn't playing or talking to anyone, nor did he want to. He just gazed at everyone else around him as he fiddled with grass that he had plucked from the soil.

He was also thinking of a way to sabotage everyone else's fun on Parents' Day. He wanted them to get the payback they deserved for the way they treated him. Because he wasn't different; he had no parents. Some said they wondered if he was even human, or had any parents from the beginning. Others thought he crawled out of the darkest place of hell.

Whatever his origin was, Naraku didn't care; he just wanted people to suffer, possibly because he was treated in that kind of way by someone. Naraku one the other hand didn't know why that desire of tortured burned inside him so violently, and he did not want to fight it. He would be ready on that day. No one was going to get in his way.

What do you think of the first Chapter? Send feedback please. I love feedback! And Breanna, if you're reading this, can you tell me what I need to improve on?