The lunch bell had rung and students were rushing to the cafeteria chattering animatedly whilst the enraged Hanyou grumbled hotly to himself in the lunch line. He ignored all the obvious flirting from giddy girls and was just about ready to go on a rampage when someone cut in front of him.

"Watch it!" he barked at the boy but instead of fearing for his life like any other innocent bystander afraid of being chewed out by Inuyasha he turned to face the half demon with a genuinely friendly smile.

"Hey old friend. It's been a long time," he spoke his purple eyes gleaming brightly on his tan face.

"Do I know you?" Inuyasha asked rudely his velvet white ears twitching with annoyance. He narrowed his amber eyes at the other boy thinking that he should just knock him out and get it over with so he could just go through his day peacefully.

"I don't smell familiar to you at all," he asked worriedly scratching the back of his head. The half demon looked bewildered and sniffed at the boy. The smell of herbs and something distinctive filled his nose he took another whiff and then he remembered where he smelt it before, "Miroku? Is it really you?" The monk smiled again and nodded.

"It is. I'm surprised it took you so long to figure out it was me." He reached for his own lunch of inedible looking pizza and beckoned for the half demon to follow him to an empty table. Still dazed and slightly curious he did and they sat across from each other.

"Why are you here?" and a suspicious look was shot at the young monk who took it with grace.

"Your father asked me to keep an eye on you," he said easily, "You have been slightly more reckless since the incident, have you not?"

"Yeah whatever," he snapped before looking away. He didn't want to talk about what had happened and just turned away giving his friend a good luck at his injured cheek.

"What happened to your cheek?" curiosity lighting up the boy's handsome features. Inuyasha growled, "Some ugly bitch slapped me."

"Ugly?" he questioned slightly amused, "Coming from you that is bad."

"I know ri… Wait one damn minute! What is that supposed to mean?"

"Don't get riled up we're in public," Miroku warned calmly under his breath before answering his question, "I was just implying that you don't really care about a girl's physical appearance."

"Not true," Inuyasha defended but it fell on deaf ears because Miroku continued, "So is she appalling because she didn't show interest or is she truly unattractive?"

"Why is it important? Can we just drop the subject?" the hanyou grumbled stuffing food in his face while Miroku had only picked at his plate.

"She didn't show interest," he answered his own question earning a glare from his companion, "That's intriguing. What else did you notice about this girl besides her finer taste in men?"

"I don't know. She doesn't talk at all and wears black. Overall bad looking."

"Still she left a bruise. For a human that's remarkable."

"She's a miko," Inuyasha said casually, the monk raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"A miko? Impossible Sesshoumaru would have sensed her and alerted me," he paused, "Unless she's masking her aura. Only a highly trained miko could though. So she's been right here this whole time."

"What are you going on about? I don't even think Sesshoumaru came to school today," Inuyasha snapped frustrated, "So what if she's a miko?"

"There were only two mikos known a couple of years ago," Miroku explained as if it was obvious.

"Yea they died," Inuyasha spoke bluntly but at the same time his ears fell a little.

"Wrong. Only one died but the other disappeared without a trace," Sesshoumaru interrupted, making his presence known, staring at his brother intently as he walked over to their table. His eyelids had drooped lazily over his golden eyes as he looked at Inuyasha disapprovingly.

"So what you're saying is she's the one we've been waiting for?" Inuyasha asked ignoring the look he was far too use to, to give a damn, Sesshoumaru gave a quick nod and his brother laughed. He doubled over and clutched his side, squeezing back tears, "You've got to be kidding me? Her? Hell no!" When the monk raised his eyebrows in question he kept going.

"They said a beautiful woman and she's nowhere near it. It couldn't possibly be her." Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes, "This is where I depart. The ignorance in here is stifling. I will alert my father." He made a leisurely stroll out the cafeteria, eyes following him with admiration the whole way out.

"Show off," Inuyasha scoffed.

"Inuyasha, this is very serious," Miroku spoke lowly, "If this information falls into the wrong hands it could be the start of the worst war in history for humans and demons alike."

"Over that girl?" Inuyasha snickered, "Nice story, Miroku but you might want to work on it. See you after class," he finished throwing his tray away and strutting out the room throwing a few smiles along the way.

"This isn't going to end well," the monk mumbled under his breath, his nimble fingers beating rhythmically on the greasy tabletop in thought, "Not well at all."

Ugh, I'm so furious! How dare that asshole speak so boldly to me. I huffed and ripped out another piece of paper covered in scribble. I tossed it and began writing anew as words flowed through my heads and down my arm to my fingertip and onto the paper. I blocked out everything until there was nothing but stark silence and wrote. Not even that thick headed baboon could distract me from the only thing I cared about. No matter how cute he thinks he is or how strong he wasn't going to get under my skin. It was weird that he aggravated me more than Koga and Hojo combined. In fact, I rather have those two idiots on my back everyday than another class with him. Shit I let him get to me!

I slapped the composition book shut and sat back against the school wall. Rin was skipping over here a bouquet of flowers was held tightly in her hands. A smile lit her innocent face as she hummed. She reached me and waved excitedly before handing me the flowers. I accepted the dumb weeds and threw them down by my side but she didn't seem faze at all since her smile just widened. I watched her sit next to me. She took some paper out, and began doodling.

Rin was an excellent drawer, amazing even. For some reason she often drew portraits of me that varied from depressing to happy then to angry and she always captured the emotion so perfectly. I'm the only one who knows about her talent though. I looked away from her sketch and down at the messy, angry writing on a perfectly innocent sheet of white paper. What a waste, I thought before crumbling it up. I was a writer, somewhat. I'm a big fan of Edgar Allen Poe and wrote my own dark pieces from poetry to short stories. Most of them included suicide. Not that I was suicidal, I didn't even cut myself. I just thought about it often, at least I use to. It's a good time as any to mention I take pills for my depression so I usually try to stay away from thoughts of killing myself before I end up in a place for crazy people. People worst than me.

I felt a finger against my arm and I glanced at Rin. She was poking me. I moved my limb out of her reached and eyed her carelessly. She showed me her sketch. I looked over it and froze. My whole body shook with fear and anger. I was mortified at the picture of a familiar face but then it wasn't familiar either. But it was definitely him but all his soft gentle features that I remembered were twisted into a look of pure evil and it scared me. Without thinking I snatched the sketch book out her hand, ripped the drawing out, and tore it into pieces every tear caused bits and pieces of my heart to fall apart.

How dare she?

How could she picture the only man I ever loved as some hideous monster and draw it on paper? I thrust the remains of the terrible picture to the ground, stood up, and stomped on them. When I was done I glared at her. She looked away, tears rimming her eyelids but I didn't care. I turned on my heels and left angrily.

I was outraged. No doubt it showed because students looked at me from the corner of their eyes warily, moving out my way. Except for one, who looked at me with little interest. I stared him down stopping a few feet in front of him. He didn't move, his molten gold eyes swept over me, bored. I did the same, noticing how much he resembled that ignorant pompous ass half demon. They were probably brothers. I scoffed and quickly walked around not wanting to hear what he had to say if he was going to say anything at all. The look on his face said he wouldn't but I wasn't going to take my chances. One loud mouth arrogant son of a bitch is all I can take for one day.

(A/N) – Finally another update, right? Well this is the third chapter and so far nothing out of the ordinary has happen. So please review, tell me what you think and…um…. Oh Tell your friends about it too!