A Tragic Love: Inuyasha and Kagome
Disclaimer- I do not own Inuyasha OR any of the characters by Rumiko
Ch. 1: A Bad Start
Yawn.Kagome opened her eyes to the six o'clock sunshine beaming through her
second floor window. She quickly turned to her side, shielding her eyes
from the bright sun. It was no use; she could hear her mother's squeals
She knew in a matter of moments, her door would open and Patricia, their
maid, would open the drapes and force her off her bed. Like clockwork,
Patricia swung open the double doors and yelped, "Kagome, get up!!!"
Kagome, ignoring the maid, pressed the covers tightly around her body
and pretended to sleep. Of course, who could sleep with her mother yelling
like a banshee below and the maid screaming in her ear?
Kagome knew it was no use, she could not pretend to sleep forever. She had
to get up sooner or later and face her fears. What exactly were her fears?
Well, that answer lies in two words: high school.
"Kagome, you can't stay in bed forever," Patricia calmly said. Kagome
slowly lifted the covers and opened one eye. She saw Patricia hovered over
her, both arms on her waist, looking surprisingly happy. "Kagome, you do
this every morning. Don't you think its time to grow up?" she said.
Kagome was shocked. I am grown up! Kagome thought. Kagome gradually
let go of her hold on the covers and sat up in bed. Patricia stood back
and opened the remaining drapes. Kagome looked at the clock and realized
she had only fifteen minutes to get dressed and go to school.
Good, its five minutes more than usual! Kagome smiled and picked up the
outfit Patricia had laid down for her the night before. Thirty minutes
later, Kagome arrived at school, tardy as usual.
Kagome raced down the hall to classroom number 366. She looked down at her
excuse slip and sighed. It was obvious the secretary had excused her
because of her father. He is the leader of a multi-million industry that
ironically owns half the country. Therefore, practically everyone's job
relies on her father's happiness.
But who was her father? Kagome thought. For the past 15 years, Kagome had
only seen him maybe five times. Although she saw her mother everyday, she
was as distant as her father. Her mother would rather party at the country
club than spend some quality time with her daughter
Patricia was her only family and she was happy she had her.
Kagome ran towards 366 and stopped suddenly before entering the door.
She gradually made her way in front of the door and peeked through the
small window. She wondered if she could get away with being tardy. She
would just have to slowly open the door and then tiptoe towards her seat.
But, she found that was impossible. The students were surprisingly
Kagome looked towards her teacher, who was smiling and waving her
hands in excitement. Kagome stepped back and read the numbers on the door.
3-6-6.there was no doubt about it; she was in the right place. But where
were her sleeping classmates? The sound of chalk banging against the
chalkboard? It was an alternate universe.
Just then, Kagome was immediately drawn to a boy, who was standing in
front of the classroom, next to her grinning teacher. Who was this boy?
Although this was the first time Kagome had seen the blacked haired boy, he
looked so familiar as though she had seen him in a dream some time ago.
Kagome realized this was the reason why everyone was so drawn to the front
of the class-not because of their weird teacher Ms. Kaede, but because of
the boy in class.
Kagome watched the boy for several minutes and was caught off guard
when he turned her way. She quickly jumped back and hit the trash can
behind her. She, along with the trashcan, fell onto the floor with a loud
crash. Suddenly, all the doors along the hall flew open and every eye was
"Kagome Higarashi!" Ms. Kaede yelled, "What on earth are you doing on
the floor 20 MINUTES late for class!" Kagome cowered over the curious faces
looking down at her and sighed.
"Good morning Ms. Kaede."