Note before reading this:

I know that this is in first-person, as do I realize that it is in the present tense throughout. That is not a mistake. Just for the grammarly-smart people (which, I know that it improper grammar as well). I will avoid writing much notes in this story other than this.

Second note: I go to a similar school in a similar place, but this is not a real school. (you'll see). I do not know if the name is the same as a real school. If it is, ignore that.

On with the story:

August 10, 2005

Dear My New Journal,

Hello. I believe in a new start to each new day, and a new start to the new life I am about to live, but first, a little background:

My name is Sesshoumaru, son of the Great Inu-taiyoukai. I am fourteen years old as of now. I will turn fifteen on June 21, at the turning of the seasons. In four years, I will become the vice-president of my family's business. We are land owners. One may say that we are a part of the government conspiracy, but we try not to think of it that way. I plan to start a family in about three hundred years.

Oh, I must not have specified. I am a youkai, a full dog youkai, however rare that may seem. I live with my step-mother, father, and half-breed brother. My feelings about Inuyasha, my brother, are mixed. I do not believe that he should exist, but with the death of my mother, my father had to find someone else to help raise me, though I have no idea why he would chose a human. Not that she is bad, but the monstrosity that they created pesters me all the time, unaware of his problems. Unlike me, he has the typical hanyou ears, resembling those of a mutt.

Life has been going OK, until now.

I don't believe Father with his current choice of schools for next year. He does not understand that I do not need any more people skills than the next boy my age, even though I am the heir to the family business. This coming year, my freshmen year will be spent at Saint Maria's College Preparatory School. Father thinks that in order to be well-rounded, I must understand Christians. Truthfully, between you and me, I do not wish to give up my simple home schooling education with my private tutor—Jaken.

Besides, if I do go to the school, I will have to hide my appearance from the easily frightened students. Even more, I cannot say the company I am heir of. Those humans are not to know that demons exist in this realm, nor should they have any knowledge that demons are the main land-holders for the government. We demons have kept this under control since the forming of a united Japan, even until we moved all the way to the true West, where we are now. My family is always in charge of the West, no matter where, until now. At the moment, we are on the United States east coast: Maryland, due to circumstances beyond anyone's control.

"Father, are you sure you want to go through with this?" I ask a final time before I head out to the car. Inuyasha, at sixth grade level this year, looks at me oddly, seeming like he does not know why I am going away, or why I look the way I do. 'Always the odd one,' I think as I give my dad one last look of inquiry. He shakes his head and points to the door. I scowl as I head out the door.

The uniforms we must wear are ugly. Khaki pants with the initials "SM", to represent "Saint Maria's", were to be worn with either polo or a button-up shirt, both of which must have the logo or initials. No tennis shoes may be worn, except with shorts. I do not like to show off my legs, so tennis shoes are out.

Over my shoulders hangs a black backpack with white zippers. On the back is my full name—Sesshoumaru Taiyoukai—embroidered by one of the many maids taking care of the mansion, in a mix of white, gold, and green.

School rules are strict on not only on the way we dress, but also the way we look. Because I am a guy, I am not allowed to have my traditionally mid-back white hair. To get by without cutting or dying it, I have found a spell to change hair color and hair length. I wear brown contacts, and I have another spell to hide my family markings.

As I ride in the car to school, I wish I could think of good things about the school, but I know none. I take out my journal—white with black writing and a gold lock engraved with a picture of my demon form—to write my thoughts:

August 20, 2005:

Dear Journal,

I am on my way to school, not that I care. Father has tried to explain to me why I am going here, and though I continue to nod him off as I continue on with my life, I do not think he made the right decision.

Today is the Freshmen Orientation, something I am not looking forward to. I have all my books to put in my locker. I have toured the school many times with Father, and each time I see it, I dislike it even more. The four brick buildings that tower overhead are plastered against a blue backdrop, taunting me with their ancient past, though they are only a few hundred years old.

Well, the car is slowing down at the road, and soon I will begin my life as a high school student.

"Do you know where we need to go?" a pathetic chubby freshman asks me. I ignore him, toying with the idea of him being a little brown haired teddy bear with a smiling complex—his smile was beginning to scare me, which means a lot. "I was talking to you," the boy continues, apparently not taking my hint that I did not want to talk to him.

"We go to the auditorium," I say offhandedly as I start on the walk from the first building to the second to last building, which was about five minutes away if a person walked.

"Where is that?" the boy asks, confusion written on his face. I ignore him and begin to walk faster, though my efforts are in vain. Three more freshmen—a blonde female, a brunette male, and a Japanese female—come into my path.

"Move aside," I say as I try to use my superior height to get away, but they refuse to yield.

"You shouldn't treat people like that," the brunette boy starts, "Especially one of my friends."

"What will you do?" I ask calmly.

"Excuse me, are you Japanese?" the Japanese girl asks, "You have a strange word on your backpack under what I assume is you name. Do you know what it means?"

"Of course," I reply, "It means Demon Generalissimo. It is my last name."

"What a strange name," she replies, "Mine is Kagura Yamashima, or traditionally, Yamashima Kagura."

"Pleasure to meet you, but I must be going," I say as I walk off to the auditorium, thinking to myself, 'What a strange girl. I will have to watch out for her tricks.'