Important Author's Note: Hello, Inu Kun here. I just have to tell you guys that this story starts outa teeny bitslow. (Well, the first page isn't so exciting.) But it gets really good so please please please stick it through. If you regret reading the whole thing then your time and money will be fully refunded. I'll even pay for shipping and handling costs!

This is a gruesome (kind of) display of teenage … life, thought … on the subject of …death, romance, suicide. It gets pretty angst towards the end and it picks up lots. I promise its good. Please review, please! I would really like to hear your thoughts on this piece. Feel free to babble. I looove babble.

Hush

Part I

Inu Yasha laughed. Miroku grabbed Sango's butt and he laughed. Why did he laugh? The mood was light and he was in the company of friends. He felt … happy. Yes, very happy. It was comfortable for him now. Miroku jumped up on top of one of the picnic tables at their high school and beat his fists against his chest and the small group bubbled with light hearted laughter. And even angry Sango let a small giggle loose at the boy.

This was life. Or at least, teenage life. The best years of your life, some will tell you. Some will tell you differently. But this is what Inu Yasha and his friends did. They socialized, they played, they laughed. Occasionally they fought. Sometimes Sango cried. But Miroku could just as easily make her laugh as he could make her angry, and all was well.

This was life. Life, indeed. And life … was very good.

Miroku curtsied at Sango, pulling invisible edges of the skirt he wasn't wearing, and grabbed her hand, tugging her up onto the table with him. She laughed and punched his shoulder and he grabbed her sides, making her squeal girlishly.

Inu Yasha stood and watched the two. Miroku liked Sango. He could tell. Of course, aside from the fact that she told him every day how much she hated him (She said it in the most endearing way possible of course.) and the fact that she always seemed angry when he groped her. Inu Yasha wasn't exactly sure if she was angry because of the mere action or because he stopped. He gave them two weeks. In two weeks or less they would be a couple. He was pretty sure.

He stretched out in the afternoon sun. The time was three forty seven and school had gotten out a mere half an hour ago, which meant he had another six hours or so to play around and be free before sleep beckoned and soon after sleep, school would begin again, like it always does. He was in high school, and that meant that he had to wake up earlier than usual. He hated that fact. Sleep was always a welcome luxury. He damned taking for granted all the free time he had when he was in elementary school. They should have nap time in high school, when people actually needed it.

However, he would make sure that the six hours of care free child's play and fun did not go to waste. He climbed up on the table and joined his friends.

A girl in a long skirt walked by the tables, unseen and unnoticed by the small group of school children. Her books were clung tight to her chest and her eyes never once left the pavement she walked on. She shuffled by the boys and girl and once out of sight, returned to a more normal slower pace.

The girl checked her watch again. A tendril of dark black hair came tumbling over her shoulder as she did so. She brushed it away from her face and nestled it behind her ear. It was three eleven and thank god, because in four minutes, school let out. That meant she had a full hour or so to sit by herself at the peaceful picnic benches outside of the cafeteria. And no one ever bothered her there.

She checked the wristband again thirty six seconds later, annoyed to find it was the same time as before. (Plus the thirty six seconds of course) She just wanted school to be over! And it was only three and a half minutes before that tiny wish was granted.

Alas, the bell rang.

She watched happily as the students left the room. They allgot upand as soon as she was sure they were leaving she put her head down, pretending to be involved in her studies. She always stayed a little later in her seventh period to do homework she had not finished in school. That way she wouldn't have to worry about forgetting it later, or being pulled away from it because of home happenings. She didn't make eye contact with anyone. She didn't do this because this was a mistake.

Eye contact almost always assured that she would be teased or get dirty looks. She found in fact, that just by looking at the floor all the time, she could avoid almost all negative confrontation with all the students. And how marvelous that discovery was! Sure, she might walk into a wall or two but at least she wouldn't know who was laughing at her and who was teasing her. Everything is much easier to ignore when it's just a sound.

She finished her homework about half an hour later. She had a light load tonight so it wasn't much. Just some unfinished math homework. She shuffled to the cafeteria slowly. Her feet scraped against the walkway she treaded upon because she didn't want her footsteps to be heard. If that happened, someone might look towards her and if they did thatthey might make eye contact and she would hate that.

She looked up just slightly so she could see further ahead of her. There they were. Her favorite cafeteria benches. But she frowned when she saw them because there were people there. And that meant she couldn't sit there. If there was just one person she might have taken it into consideration, but there were three and that meant that at least one of them would try to hurt her somehow. These ones didn't look quiet or friendly. They were dancing on top of a picnic bench. And quiet friendly people don't do that.

She quickened her pace so that they might not see her because if they did, they might speak to her and since she had quite a reputation for not responding to anyone, she realized that she might be better off if she spoke once in a while. But that meant she'd actually have to speak. Maybe people wouldn't think she was so weird if she spoke. Maybe then they might be nicer. Probably not. But it was worth a shot. She dashed around the corner and as soon as she was out of sight, she returned to a walking pace.

After the dance on the table top, Miroku and Inu Yasha hopped down. Inu Yasha checked his watch. It was three fifty two. "Any of you have a cell I can borrow?" he asked. Sango reached into her pocket and pulled one out. He dialed a number on the key pad. After a few brief words, he groaned and returned the cell to its owner. "Miroku, you can't by any chance give me a ride?"

The boy shook his head. "Nope, I have soccer . Speaking of which, I have to go." He said as he checked his watch. The dark haired boy leaned over and kissed Sango's cheek before running off faster than she would have had the chance to catch him. She balled a fist at him and swore that this time she'd really get him back … eventually.

"And I don't suppose you can either Sango?" The girl shook her head. Inu Yasha groaned and scratched his head. "Ugh, I'll just walk." he said. "My house is only forty five minutes or so away…" he groaned in agitation.

Sango gave a sympathetic smile and shrugged. "Have a nice walk! I'll see you tomorrow, kay?"

Inu Yasha stuffed his fists into his pockets and grunted in frustration. Walking sucks. Not only was there a two hundred ton backpack clinging to his back but it was cold and he only had a wimpy jacket on. He rubbed his arms, hoping to get some sort of warmth out of it. No use.

His house was not horribly far from the school. It was really all the intersection and street crossings that held him back. He pushed a crosswalk button and waited for the little white walking man to appear. When it finally did, he walked over the cross walk.

He had passed the more urban area of the town when he reached the area where the traffic wasn't so heavy. Here there was mostly homes and the such. He wouldn't be held up as much by traffic, but there was still a ways to go. His brows furrowed as he continued on the long walk to his house.

Yes, he was old enough for a license, but his family had one car and it belonged to his father. And his father was busy working right now, so he had to walk.

He continued on.

A strange sound caught his ear and he followed it best he could. It sounded like … crying?

A lump of a girl hunched over on the sidewalk caught his eye.

(More) Authors Notes

Well, please review. (Yes I am saying it again.)

I promise next chapter will be full blown angst and drama. Yay. And Inu Yasha/Kagome interaction next chapter too.

I ask you kindly to review for both chapters. :begs: Pleeaase? (Third time's a charm.)