A/N: Well, I've decided to go ahead and post this new story (because i had a major writer's block when it cames to FMII- and I got a little distracted by Mario Kart, heh heh), so here it is. I've got about nine chapters written so far and still, the pairings are really undecided. It could be a Sango/Kagome (my favorite), Kagome/Koga, Sango/InuYasha; but the two main characters are Sango and Kagome. I've realized that my writing seems to have the same kind of theme over and over (i think that's a bad thing. D;), but try not to get this story mixed up with my other ones. It is strikingly similar, however, so that might be tough. Anyways, here's the new story and I hope you enjoy it.

(Just to tell you, all the situations in the classes; the teachers and students, are based off people I know in real life. Amazing, ain't it? XD haha, anyways...)

Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha; duh. XD
Rated: Mature For mainly crude language, sexual references, and mature situations.

CHAPTER 1

I sat in class with calculating green eyes scanning the room tentatively. I, by habit, examined ever person that stepped into the classroom and immediately assessed them. I don't really know why I do that, but I don't mind it because observing people really is a smart thing to do. In fact just by watching someone step into a room you can piece together a small part of their personality. Just by the way they walk you can tell their mood- if they're happy, angry, sad, frustrated…. Most of my classmates, however, were just plain tired. Why wouldn't they be? It happened to be the first class of the day and who wouldn't be tired at 7:30 in the morning.

Lucky for them, our first class was AP Calculus.

Yeah, I bet you're wondering what type of sick person I am. Well to tell the honest truth, I kind of am a sick person, but that's only because doctors want to tell me what's going on in my head and what I'm feeling- however, I'll save that for another time. At the moment, I'm explaining why having math first thing in the morning is such a great thing.

Well, if you happen to have this class in the morning you'll realize something and if you don't realize that something- since this is a yearlong class- then you're an idiot. First of all, the teacher just flipping rocks. He really does. In fact, I wish all my teachers were like him… the bad ones at least. In reality, I consider myself just the bit luckier than others because I've never really had a bad teacher. They've all been great like Mr. Banryu, my calculus teacher. He, at the age of 31 (which is quite young for a teacher), is funny and knows how to teach a class full of seniors just wanting to graduate. Last semester, on a day when he decided that we just weren't going to go anything, we somehow ended up on the practice football field behind the school shooting off rockets. No lie.

Anyways I, Sango Taijiya, am starting this story with explaining about my AP Calculus class because this was where I met her.

She walked in when Mr. Banryu was laughing about how the student cheer section started the "she's a flipper" chant when one of the opposing team's cheerleaders did a flip. If I hadn't mentioned, another cool thing about Mr. Banryu was that he assistant coached Boy's varsity basketball during the winter and Softball during the spring.

Man- I'm such an easily distracted person. Anyways, she walked in and the class started clapping. They happen to always clap when someone walks in because our class gets disrupted every few minutes by teachers coming in to get paper or just random crap. I know, it's stupid, but it's kind of funny to gauge the reactions of the teachers and administrators who come in and get a random round of applause.

"Thanks a lot for interrupting class, asshole," Koga said laughing causing a ripple of laughter to surge through the classroom.

Now usually, I ignore Koga's little antics, or mutter my complaint about him but this time I snapped at him- suddenly in a bad mood.

"Shut up Koga," I snapped. His frosty blue eyes glanced back at me, obviously surprised I had even uttered a word to him. He's lucky I hadn't really spoken to him all semester, or the only words he would've gotten from me were swearing words. He's so annoying.

"What?" he asked sharply with his dark black eyebrows dipping angrily.

"Can't you hear, or do you have fucking fur in your ear? I said shut up," I shot back in the same tone of voice. He looked down at the furry looking scarf he had stolen from Ayame and wrapped loosely around his neck just to piss her off.

"Ooooh," chorused through the room as Koga was forced to take the insult.

"Ok, class, settle down," Mr. Banryu said snickering and giving me a thumbs up. "We've got a new student in the class. She's new to town and all that jazz."

I looked away from Koga's scowling face to find deep blue eyes focused on me. A gentle blush snaked across my cheeks- which was surprising- because I don't blush. It'd seriously ruin my image.

"Hey, what's your name?" InuYasha, a boy in my class asked.

"Kagome," she replied with such an innocence I felt guilty just by listening to her voice. She had dark onyx hair that contrasted deeply with her pale light skin. She was an average height, probably a few inches shorter than me, and was just an overall ridiculously young looking girl. I noticed when she walked into the class that she seemed apprehensive about what was to come. She also seemed very scared and vulnerable. Even though she had a beautiful smile plastered onto her face- I could still see the fear in her posture and the vulnerability in her eyes.

"Kagome, why don't you take a seat beside Sango," Mr. Banryu offered. By habit I scowled ridiculously hard. "Or maybe not," he quickly switched. "Why don't you take a seat beside Rin?" he pointed at the smallest girl in the class who was seated just a few seats in front of me.

I crossed my arms across my chest and watched her take her seat, quite uncomfortably. She made small talk with Rin, who was very friendly. All class I just listened into what they talked about. Kagome was, not surprisingly, ahead of us in the class. She had transferred from a school whose block schedule was very similar to our own system.

"So, how do you think you'll like this school?" Rin asked as Mr. Banryu wrote up a formula for finding the area of a curve, which was better known as an Integral.

"Oh, I don't know honestly. I'm hoping for the best," she said carefully.

"Well, let me just tell you that you've got a good schedule this semester," Rin said looking over the teacher names.

Suddenly, I was wondering what classes she took- what kind of person she really was. I wondered if she was really a shy person, or if that shyness was actually the "first day jitters". I wondered what her first impression of our class was. I wondered what her first impression of me was. She was probably thinking in her mind to steer clear of me. Everyone does- I would too. I had long dark brown hair with natural highlights. My deep green eyes were bordered with quite the amount of mascara and eyeliner but my eye shadow was light. I was wearing a fitting black t-shirt that read, "When life gives you lemons, take them and squeeze them into your enemies' eyes" in yellow print and black baggy pants with many silver chains hanging from them. I had a good amount of piercings in my ears and a lip ring; my right eyebrow as well. My studded black belt had matching bracelet straps and a choker. In addition to that I had a crazy amount of other bracelets, yellow and black arm warmers, and a Fullmetal Alchemist dog tag.

All in all, I was one freaky looking chick.

"What the hell?! You're only a sophomore?!" Rin shouted, reading it on her schedule.

At that exclamation the room went silent and, simultaneously, you could hear the sound of movement as every soul in the room turned to look at the new girl. In an instant, she was bombarded with questions about how old she was, and how the hell she got into the class. I myself was curious, but I could tell how disappointed she was with people finding out- it was obvious she wanted to fit in. She was even more uncomfortable too. So I stayed quiet in the back of class.

After class, I was stopped by Mr. Banryu at the door. Kagome was still at her desk, packing her bag.

"Sango," he said immediately asking for my attention. My cheeks tinted lightly when I realized I had been staring again. When my eyes locked with his blue ones, he continued.

"Can you please be so kind as to help Kagome around today?"

"Why should I have to do it?" I asked back rudely.

"Well, you have classes on the same halls that she does and I figured that you'd be better suited to escort her than everyone else. I couldn't possibly leave her in Koga's hands could I?"

"Whatever," I muttered, looking up to see Kagome watching us quietly.

In an instant, my heart felt just a bit numb. So looked so downtrodden and pathetic- it was depressing to even look at her. She tried her hardest to push forward a smile, but I could still see it in her frosty blue eyes. I looked away- not able to continue watching her.

"Here Sango, let me write a pass for you to your classes."

He handed me the yellow pass and bid us farewell as we stepped out into the busy hallway.

"So, where'd you move from?" I asked as we shortened the distance between us and the science hallway.

"We moved down from Boston a few days ago," she said softly.

"What? Why'd you move to this crappy town?" Boston was such a nice place… I was planning to move there once Kohaku was through with college.

"My mom… she wanted to just leave everything behind- she didn't want anything to remind her of..."

She trailed off quietly and when she looked up she found a cocked eyebrow and a questionable look styling my face. If she was expecting me to be one of those people to respect the fact she didn't want to talk about it, then she was sadly mistaken.

"Ah- she's having a hard time getting over the fact my dad's gone…. We all are."

"All?" I held the door open as we stepped out into the cold atmosphere.

"My grandpa lives with us. I have a little brother too- he's in the seventh grade."

"Ah, same here," I said as we started down the steps.

The bell rang.

"He's the only one I care about. The only one I love," I said. It was eerily quite as I lead her to her class which happened to be just right next door to my AP Biology class. She had a good teacher for this class, he taught me honors biology my freshman year. I wondered if she was going to question why I said that, or silently make assumptions about me.

"What about your friends?" she asked as we stopped before the door. At least she didn't choose the latter.

"Don't want any, don't have any."

She gave me an odd look, "And your family?"

"Kohaku… he's all I have," I said peering through the window to see that they had already started.

"Sango… that's-"

"Don't bother yourself about it. Your class has already started. Let me walk you in and chat with your teacher," I said pushing the door open.

"Ms. Taijiya, it's good to see you've come to be disruptive in my class once again," he said sarcastically without even looking towards me, referring to the time I had gotten into a fight last year. He always mentioned it every time I saw him.

"Shut up Sesshoumaru," I said rolling my eyes and walking in. The first day he teaches a class he tells them to call him by his first name. Many students have a hard time doing that; but it just stuck with me.

A murmur of voices carried through the room, all whispering about me. I was used to this kind of unwanted attention and had learned to block it out by then- which was good. It showed I was almost at the point of not caring anymore. That was all that I wanted. To just not care anymore- that's what I needed to do to take care of Kohaku. Focus on only making his life better.

"So, did you merely stop by to rudely greet me, or was there a purpose to your interruption?" his voice boomed with a hidden smile.

"You've got a new student that I was asked to bring by."

His glance wandered to Kagome whose cheeks were blazing red. This was a typical reaction to first meeting Sesshoumaru. He was hot- every girl did it when they first met him. I'll admit even I did it. If you couldn't tell by now, Sesshoumaru happened to be the 'hottest' teacher in our school by vote of the girls. He was really popular. Even when he announced that he had gotten married over the summer, the girls' attention did not wane a degree. Then they soon found out he was lying to get them off his back.

She stepped forward and took the hand he offered.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Taishou, but you can call me Sesshoumaru."

I quickly slipped out of the room unnoticed as Kagome introduced herself.

I decided to ditch Kagome after second period. She'd find her way around somehow, right? It wasn't really a big school. Plus, I didn't want her thinking she had made a new friend, because she hadn't and it was stupid of her to think so.

I was impatient during third period like usual. I had scheduled my classes so that I had no fourth period. I was lucky enough to have second lunch as well, so after third period, I was out of there and off to work. The bell rang and I left as fast I could move. I always left as quickly as I could, or I wouldn't be able to get to work on time.

For the first time ever, however, I was stopped on my way down the hallway. I swear it was like everyone stopped to look and see who was calling my name. It was really creepy.

Beautiful blue eyes looked up into mine expectantly.

"Hey Sango," she said with a smile. I glanced around nervously…. Wait, why was I doing that? Wasn't it her who should've been doing that? Whatever- I didn't care. All I knew was that I was going to be late to work if she didn't hurry up and get out of my way.

"What the hell do you want?"

Her face showed discontent at my words.

"I was wondering if I could eat lunch with you," she asked gently, looking away shyly. God, she was so cute…..

"Look here, sophomore," I said stressing the word. "Never ask a senior to eat lunch with you because the only answer you'll get is 'go fuck yourself'." I pushed past her, annoyed that she even stopped me to ask such a stupid question. I walked away at a brisk speed. Everyone knew that seniors had open lunch and none of them stayed to eat lunch at school unless they had to make up tests or had detention during lunch.

But she was the new girl, wasn't she? I immediately felt regret. I stopped walking and glanced back once I got to the end of the hallway, but she had already left. With a sigh and a strange feeling in my chest I walked outside into the cool weather with a frown on my lips.

I got home late at night. I was exhausted- tired. I was so worn out. I unlocked the front door to my apartment and threw my stuff down on the couch.

"Kohaku?" I called into the dark.

When he didn't answer I sighed and set down the food I had brought home from work on the table. I worked at a restaurant with a southern style and always brought food home just in case he was sick of eating the leftovers from the weekend.

"Sango!"

I tuned just in time to see my little brother catapult from the front door and tackle me in a huge hug. I held him close, smiling.

"Yo," I said as he pulled away. "Were you with Kagura?"

"Yeah- I had some questions about this homework I had, so I went over. I hope you don't mind," he said sheepishly with brown eyes twinkling.

"Yeah, I was just worried," I said messing up his hair. "Are you hungry? I brought some food back."

"Naw, I just ate with Kagura," he said kneeling down next to the table and packing his things into his bag. I was disappointed. This was usually the only time I got to spend time with him during the weekdays- when we ate together.

"Oh," I said quietly. "Well then, you should get to bed."

"Ah, yeah. I'm pretty beat. Goodnight," he said walking off into the bedroom.

I stared after him, a bit hurt that he didn't let me give him a hug or a goodnight kiss… It was painful to say the least. He was growing up; relying on other people to take care of him other than me. Slowly breaking away from my weaning.

"Hey, you- You going into shock or something?"

My head snapped to the right and I saw Kagura standing in the doorway looking like a total whore. I still can't believe she was who Kohaku and I were left in care of; I don't even know how it happened. She was obnoxious too- always egging me on.

Kagura was a young woman of about 27 or so. She had short black hair and the strangest brown colored eyes known to man- in the sun they looked redder than anything else. She always dressed like a whore and had a smirk on her lips that just screamed "I just got laid". That wasn't the case however- she ran a respectable business in oriental merchandise and she always happened to have a fan to show off from her store.

"Fuck you," I said, looking away from her.

"Aw, getting angry because Kohaku's finally figuring out that he can survive without you?" she asked letting herself in. I looked up, surprised she even figured that much out. Was I really that easy to read? My eyes hardened and a glare darkened my features.

"What the fuck do you want anyways?" I stood my ground as she neared me, tense. My fists clenched in anger.

"Hmmm, I don't know," she said calmly reaching for her pocket.

"God, if you fucking pull out a fucking fan right now I'll fucking nail you in the face," I hissed through clenched teeth.

She stopped moving altogether. She dropped her hand and sighed.

"Kids these days and their foul language," she muttered, tucking her hair behind an overly pierced ear.

"I'll fucking say what I fucking want to fucking say," I continued childishly. I was really was upset about Kohaku. I had been noticing it more and more- but this was nearly unbearable. It was killing me inside.

In an instant her body was up against mine and her arms were around my waist.

"Do you want to fuck that bad?" she whispered causing my face to flame uncontrollably. I glanced down at her lips for a moment before I realized what was happening.

I pushed her away sputtering, "What the- Kagura!"

"Don't give the wrong impression, Sango. It's the last thing you want to do."

I looked after her as she shut the door. She was gone.

"Argh," I heaved a sigh heavy with frustration.

She had always been a flirt. She had always flirted with me- and it was strange because she was legally my guardian. What's worse is the fact that we'd made out on more than one occasion. Ugh, it made me sick to my stomach to even think about it. I never really found out how she got me all worked up the way she did. I just assumed it was from the fact that I was a woman who liked her solitude- a woman who looked upon relationships as the spawn of the devil. Meaning I certainly wasn't with anyone- and Kagura was quite tempting at times.

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