Hello, everyone! I really hope you like this Ses/Kag fan fic. I only want to warn you that this first chapter is the most boring one out of them all. I just wanted to give you a bit of an insight to Kagome's way of thinking in this story and that is the whole purpose of the chapter.

This story didn't start out as a fan fic. Together with fan fics I'm also writing actual books and this was one of my abandoned ideas. It has changed slightly to compensate the Inu cast but the basic ideas are the same. The thing is that with this new version, Sesshomaru doesn't make an appearance until much later in the story so please bear with me.

Disclaimer: InuYasha belongs to respective copyright owners. I do not claim ownership.

Selfless

Chapter 1: Kagome Higurashi

By: ishala8

"Dad, dad, you're back!"

My dad owns half of the most successful of multinational companies around the world. Saying that dad is one of the richest men on Earth isn't considered bragging in my case. The fact is recognized internationally, reason as to why he is always away on business trips.

Yes, you pretty much get the idea: dad had been everywhere! Hearing that he gets to spend each week of the year in a different country would have been enough to make anyone jealous. Not me. Oh, yes, he gets to live in five star hotels all the time and fly around the world while we, as his family, get to live in a huge, luxurious mansion with hundreds of servants and loads of money.

Who even cares about all that? Who is happy growing up without a dad? We do get to see him every other weekend, but was it enough? Is it enough to have him home for such a short time that he doesn't even get to unpack his suitcase before leaving once more? Even when he is at home, who wants a dad who doesn't look up from his computer screen unless it is so that he can answer one of his numerous phones?

I hate not having him at home, not knowing him. Never had I seen my dad for more than two days in a row. How do you think that makes me feel? Not so good, let me tell you.

Just a week ago it was my birthday. I had a huge party at the most expensive hotel in the state. Practically everyone who was anyone was there! The most prominent chefs in the country designed my cake and birthday buffet, world famous celebrities came to perform and first-class businessmen attended the party in order to please me, the daughter of one of the most powerful in their field.

All was good and well but not if it stood in place of my dad. He believed that money could substitute for him. Well, he was wrong. He sent presents; diamond earrings and necklaces were nice but I don't need them, I need my dad. Why doesn't anyone seem to get that?

Whenever dad comes home he makes my day, that is, until he makes it clear that he doesn't have time for his family. This time he came back from America. He seems to think that my enthusiastic greeting is a show since the only things I can possibly want from him are presents. As if! That just goes to show how well he knows me.

"Dad! Look, look! I got my report card!"

"Not now sweetie, I'm on the phone with Kenya's– Oh, yes the company will provide the two billion American dollars that are needed to set the project in motion…"

That's it! I lost him! I guess my report card is not all that impressive to him. Getting perfect marks is nothing new: you learn quickly if you are in accelerated learning with ten tutors and endless loads of free time. Attending a normal school instead of an elite academy also helps. I have insisted on that.

Being leagues away from normal people makes you lonely. By enrolling in a public high school I am hoping to close the distance between high and middle class society that seems to have been so carefully maintained by my parents.

Not that my parents would ever allow me to go to a normal high school. I attended the best public high school in the state. I guess it is okay though, better than attending an elite academy for the geniuses or the super rich. Having had to endure that throughout my primary years was enough of one experience to last me a lifetime.

Giving up on pursuing dad around the house, I escaped to my room. Like everything else around me, my room is… flawless: huge, luxurious, just like in a fairy tail or a Hollywood movie. I sluggishly drifted towards my bed. Double, surrounded by translucent curtains, made up with countless pillows and light covers, it is designed to impress rather than comfort. Sometimes I feel as if I live in a movie set or display home – everything is just so perfect.

I collapsed on the pillows with a sigh. I had free time, a lot of free time. My first tutor for the day wasn't due until noon and my tennis lessons had been cancelled due to the heat. Everything was boring, so boring.

Why wouldn't my twin sister, at least, talk to me? Kikyo seems to think of me as an alien creature. Being the oldest of the two I should have been the one setting an example. Too bad no one wants to follow my example.

A good example in my sister's opinion is someone who is always the first one to lead others to the newest fashion trends and cosmetics. Why should I? I no longer attend her freaky school. No one even knows who my parents are at my current school so why should I care if my image doesn't represent my house accordingly? I didn't need those things anymore.

Mentioning my opinions once over the dinner table had been enough to mark me as the house nerd. Do I seem as if I care? I didn't think so. I can't escape from using all the cosmetics and clothes anyway but its good enough that I don't have to learn about them first hand.

I pressed a button on the phone standing on my bedside table with a perfectly manicured finger.

"Kagome-sama," replied a courteous male voice over the line.

"Where is Souta?" I demanded.

"Your brother is situated at the nursery but is banned from having visitors."

"Why is that?"

"His punishment for biting the son of the Korean Health Minister."

I grunted. "Arigato, Daisuke-san."

Being formal with the house staff disgusts me. I've tried to befriend them but they stubbornly keep their distance, treating me as if I come from another world.

I ended the connection sharply. Today my patience was running out, I had to do something before I lost my mind.

I pressed a new button on the phone.

"Send Sango up," I snapped and terminated the call before they could shower me with all the politeness.

Just seconds later, a young woman appeared at my door. Sango is the closest to my age out of all the house staff. She seems harmless with her feminine appearance and scrumptious curves but in truth she is part of the security staff, one of my five personal bodyguards to be precise.

I prefer her because she is the most inconspicuous, so unlike Bankotsu, the hanyou or Kouga, the wolf demon. Whenever one of the two accompanies me, I am asked if I serve as their mistress. As if, that is so gross! There is always Paul and Austen, the Americans but everyone can tell they are bodyguards. They are so old fashioned, dressed all in black and everything. I only allow them to accompany me in formal occasions where bodyguards flank everyone present.

"I want to go shopping," I announced.

"Which shops?" was Sango's immediate response.

I can't say I blame her. That is standard procedure in our house. When one of the family members feels like shopping in the same shops as 'pheasants', the specific shops are notified to stay open after closing hours in order to serve us. We don't tend to mingle with 'mere mortals' as you might have realised. What really annoys me is the fact that no one seems to get that I am the exception to the rule.

I smiled. "No, Sango."

That seemed to register with her. "Oh, I'll call the car then."

I shook my head. "No, Sango. Call a taxi, like normal people. If you have any objections you should know that I'd absolutely love to catch the bus."

The last thing I wanted was to be seen getting out of a limousine at the local mall!

"Taxi." She blinked in confusion for a second not seeming to understand what it was I was talking about. "Oh! But Kagome-sama, you know I can't allow that!"

"Dad is back," I said simply.

"Oh," was all she said before snapping orders in her headset.

"Thank you," I whispered not expecting her to hear me.

She did hear me anyway and nodded acknowledgement before turning her back to me to argue with someone on the other end of the line. I stood up and walked to my room-sized wardrobe. Going to the mall required… less expensive clothes, to put it mildly.

Even if dad ignores me, it is nice to have him back. I smiled at the thought. He is so much like me. No matter what I ask from him I get it. He never finds my requests unreasonable because he remembers himself asking for the same things at my age. Everyone in the house knows that so they don't go against me when he is around. When he isn't and all my requests had to go through my mum… well, that was a different matter all together.

Choosing a mini jean skirt, a plain orange top and my only non-designer sandals, I changed quickly. My wardrobe is a labyrinth. Huge and packed from floor to ceiling, it has everything. When I say everything, I mean everything, from the most expensive clothes in the market to sunglasses, to jewelry, to hairpieces, to wigs (my mum's idea, it has nothing to do with me).

"Kagome-sama, the taxi you requested is here."

When Sango is in charge I trust everything to happen in an instant with not so much as the minimal mistake.

"Just a sec, Sango."

I hurried to my dressing table and started pulling ornamental pins out of my hair. My head hurt! Why did those things have to be so tight? Quickly tying my hair in a loose plait, I stepped out of the room lightly.

"While we are in public forget the '-sama' nonsense," I told Sango over my shoulder as I half ran down the vast, marble stairs.

"Of course, Kagome-sama."

I threw her a disapproving glance but didn't have time to pursue the matter further as three members of the staff came to fawn over me when I reached the house's front door.

Okay, so this is the space in which I provide you with the meaning of any character names I used in the fic (not those of the original characters though, you all know them).

Daisuke - great helper

Don't look at me like that! If this was to be an actual story to be published, it would have gone through ten more proof reads before submission, but I've got the feeling that you value speed and material produced over my ability to pick up a misplaced comma so…

Please review, I know I shouldn't have used this as the first chapter to my story but I really wanted to make things clear early on. Be patient with me! ^_^