Summary: Inuyasha's a loner, not part of any group. He doesn't have any friends, and basically has no life. When a beautiful girl begins to show him emotion, will he shun her or accept it?

WARNING: BY READING THIS FIC, YOU AGREE TO REVIEW IT! NO EXCEPTIONS!!!!!!! Just kidding...seriously though just tell me what's wrong with it, okay? Inspired by a Kagome/Inuyasha story I read on Animespiral (which, through the poor grammar, was actually pretty good...sike)

Hopelessly Devoted 2 U

By: Kikyo's Lova

My 3rd Inuyasha fic, and I was inspired to write this because of my successful (and still ongoing) fic, "Out with the old, In with the new". It's Alternate Universe, so just go along with it, okay?? It's very entertaining.

Hopelessly Devoted 2 U:

Chapter 1: Fuck It

Kikyou Haidika sat in her desk, listening to her History teacher carefully and chewing at the end of her pen. She was a beautiful girl with raven black hair and brown eyes, and her smile was almost perpendicular and it left whenever she was stressed or feeling down. Lately though, she had been frowning a lot and chewing her pen more often than usual. She didn't know why…it must have been all those stupid exams that she had to take. At least chewing her pen helped a little… it's better than eating chips in class and getting caught, right?

She looked around the class, inferring the people in it. Everyone stared at each other…it was a never ending cycle. Some looked like they were going to fall off of their own chair. Others just dozed away.

Kikyou sighed. She examined how some kids sat in their own group. The punks and Goths usually sat in the far corners, at the back so the teacher won't notice them. The preps were always the center of the attention so they usually sat in the center. The jocks usually sat at the right or left side but more likely on the right. The nerds sat in the front, always sitting up straight and listening to the teacher. They always had to be perfect. You can tell if they are nerds or not, judging by how they always try to dress plain and simple and their desks have perfect rows of pencils. The rest of the normal kids who didn't have groups, or just considered as "normals" sat wherever they wanted to sit, but usually at the front left side of the class.

But…there was that loner kid always sat in the far, far back of the corner of the classroom, never speaking to anyone. He never paid any attention in class and always kept to himself. He wasn't much of a social person anyway…he never really said much to anyone.

Kikyou looked at the loner kid. He was sleeping during the class. It was pretty obvious, the loser had no life. The teacher, who had finished writing down the notes, now faced in front of the class. He stared at the students who were just about to die from boredom. He sighed.

"This happens every week," he thought.

His eyes fell upon the loner, who was crotched down and fast asleep.

"Ishikawa. Inuyasha Ishikawa."

The teacher called his name but the boy didn't listen. Finally, someone threw a paper ball at him. When he woke up, he stood up. He looked awfully pissed.

"Dammit! Can't a guy get some sleep?"

Everyone laughed and stared at him. The teacher sighed.

"Inuyasha, were you been sleeping in class again?" asked the teacher calmly.

Inuyasha nodded. The teacher breathed in quietly.

"He was a hopeless one," he thought.

"Do you know what class this is?" the teacher asked hoping that at least Inuyasha would know.

"Is it the boring class?" Inuyasha asked. Everyone in the class laughed at him instead of with him.

"No Ishikawa. This is History class," the students replied. They began to laugh at him harder.

"Inuyasha, please try to pay close attention. At least try," said the teacher.

"I don't give a damn…about this fuckin' class," said Inuyasha, standing up. "Just like I don't a damn about you fuckin' assholes in this class either."

"Ishikawa, sit down." said the teacher.

"Shut up," the boy replied. He sat down and put his foot up on his desk. The teacher sighed once more. He always had to be like this.

Kikyou stared at him. She wondered why he had to be like this. All this time for three years, since the beginning of Junior high, he was always sullen, quiet, bad-tempered, someone you don't want to mess around with…the tough kid and anyone who crossed his line was a dead meat.

Kikyou sighed deeply. She wondered why that Ishikawa kid was so, bothersome, so dumb. Every time the teacher asked him an easy, very easy question, all he ever did was shrug and say, "Why don't you ask me when I find this class interesting?"

True, he was a sullen, tough kid but he wasn't really that dumb. Rumor had it, when the staff wanted to lower his grade down, they made him take the IQ test. He always got a very high mark on it, so that proved that he wasn't that dumb… but still, she always wondered why he didn't pay much attention to the class or why he got objects thrown at him.

"Whatever," she thought. "It's his life… let him deal with it."

After History class, everyone left the room, all but Inuyasha. He was always the last one to leave the room because the teacher always called him up. Kikyou didn't know why, but after today, she instantly figured it out.

Walking in an unsteady motion, Inuyasha walked in front of the teacher's desk.

"What is it? I gotta go," said Inuyasha with impatience.

"Ishikawa, I-"

"Call my last name once more and I'll torch this fuckin' classroom," said Inuyasha with spite.

"Sure. Inuyasha, I was concerned about your well being in school and I just wondered what's wrong with you. Is anything troubling you? Home issues?"

"I don't have no problem, teach. The problem is this whole History-thingy. It's draining the life out of me."

"Please, tell me why you are like this," said the teacher. Inuyasha stared at the teacher for a while, almost dead like. He finally spoke:

"I'm just a nobody…so just leave me alone man. I need to be alone, don't you understand? I'm just a nobody. Everyone has what the fuck they want but do I? No! I don't care! I just don't care anymore!"

Inuyasha took his books and walked out of the classroom.

"Wait! Come back!" shouted the teacher.

It was too late…Inuyasha was gone.

-Kikyo's Lova-