Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Rumiko Takahashi does.

Also, I would like to congratulate myself on writing my very first fic without an original character as one of the main ones.

This is just the prologue. PROLOGUE. It will get better.

Prologue

Starting highschool was, for me, like trying a new food. I was excited, apprehensive, and a bit scared as to how it would taste. I mean, come on, you know how some cafeteria food is, don't you?

Anyway.

My freshman year was awful– being bullied by everyone, having my lunch money stolen, getting bad grades, being dumped, the whole shebang. The only friend I had was Kagome Higurashi, the overly-cheerful, short-skirt wearing, best friend type girl.

Then Inuyasha came just in time for my sophomore year and we started going to the gym together.

Girls don't dump me anymore.

Girls can't even resist me anymore. Well, ok, I tried to pick up Kagome, but she fell for Inuyasha. But that doesn't count, I've known her since forever.

Again, I've interrupted myself and gone off topic. I hate it when I do that, it's so– ok, I'm doing it again, must tell myself to stop!

Back to what I was saying before I so rudely disturbed myself.

Junior year. I joined the football team. I was big bad Miroku, then. I had slept with every cheerleader by December. Kagome was slowly starting to get annoyed with me. Inuyasha was always one to take my side around Kagome, then beat me up for it (not literally) as soon as she was gone.

Hey, I could live with that. Especially when, as soon as they were done, there was some chick waiting for me in a thong.

So back to my story yet again.

Junior year, I'd say, was just short of excellent.

But senior year was when she came. She wasn't the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen (don't get me wrong, she was absolutely gorgeous), but she was real. Real like I had only seen before in Kagome. She was authentic, perfect.

And vicious.

The first time I tried to grope her (it's a habit, I couldn't help it!) she actually smacked me with her textbook! And it hurt! She didn't even giggle! Even Kagome would have, just because I tend to tickle a bit.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

It would probably easier to follow this if I started from the beginning, not the end. That would be like trying to eat a sandwich out from the middle, or singing a song backwards, or– wait, sorry, I'm doing it again, aren't I? I must get to the point before my computer gets taken over by Inuyasha or another of our dorm-mates.

I started thinking about writing down a diary of my life when my new language arts professor at the university assigned us a diary to keep for a week. High school had been a pretty interesting time for me, and I was always writing diaries of fictional characters to possibly publish someday. I hope one day I'll be the famous Hoshi Miroku. And what better to get famous for than my own diary?

And who better to proofread that diary than a bunch of online readers?

I'll let you stew over that one for a bit.

You done yet?

That's what I thought.

Matt: If him outright saying it isn't proof enough.

Tera: Shut up, matt.