Somewhere Beyond This
(Co-written with LoversKagXInu)
Chapter 1: Biology
In order to be betrayed, you must love.
In order to love, you must trust.
In order to trust, you must be willing to give your heart to someone, having faith they wouldn't break it.
His amber eyes glared at me, swirling with the infuriating depths of hate, anger seeping out of his muscles like water. I was so close to him, I could smell the alcohol in his breath. My throat was sore and raspy from yelling. I had no more strength to battle him, no more strength to love him.
My eyes stung with foreboding tears, but I would not allow them to fall, allow him to see weakness. I could only fist my hands at my sides, trying to make him back down.
But he wouldn't budge.
That's just the way he was. He acted as if he didn't care, as if nothing hurt him, but deep down, he has scars upon his heart just like the rest of us.
At the moment, it didn't seem he had any emotions at all.
We stood there, facing each other, for several minutes. A low growl reverberated in his chest, daring me to say something. Finally, drained of all my strength, I took a step back. My hands relaxed at my sides and my teeth bit my lower lip to hold back my cries.
I looked at him, the first time in a long while. His silver hair brimming with promise, his eyes darkened with knowledge, his frown deepening with anger. How could I continue like this?
So I made up my mind. I wouldn't.
With the anger still evident on my face, I glared into his eyes. "I hate you," I mumbled harshly, just enough so he could hear.
His eye seemed to twitch, but that was all the reaction I got from him. With no more words, I huffed and turned around before stomping out of his apartment. I closed the door, without turning back, leaving memories of my love behind.
I hated Biology class.
It wasn't the subject I hated. Actually, I love Biology. The knowledge of knowing what went on within one's body, the certain substances used to fend off disease, the different aspects of promoting new research to find more cures. To be honest, I was studying to become sort of an expert on the subject.
No, I hated Biology class because of the obnoxious jerks who decided to take the course as well. I swear, they only did it to get on my nerves.
I watched in my peripheral vision as one of my fellow classmates tapped my friend on the shoulder. Her brow furrowed immediately, sending the man signals as to leave her be. He just couldn't comply. "Hey, Sango," he whispered to her, twisting a knife in my heart for each word he breathed. I kept my eyes trained on my professor at the front of the class, trying to concentrate on the descriptive diagram he was drawing of the human heart. "Psst! Sango!" he hissed again, causing a spark of rage to light within me.
She turned around, her auburn hair softly falling over her shoulders at the movement. "What is it, Inuyasha?" she dared to ask, keeping her voice low in an attempt to avoid the teacher's eyes.
He smirked, glad to have succeeded in getting her attention. "Got a pencil I can borrow?" I think I heard a grunt sound from her throat. Her teeth grounded against each other as she quickly handed him the item he requested. It seemed like a stupid thing to ask, considering we each had personal laptops atop our desks.
And he couldn't even say thanks. The nerve of the guy! I sighed in frustration, tuning out the tapping sound emitting from his pencil as it pounded rhythmically against his desk. I had to fold my arms to refrain from turning around and ripping the writing utensil away.
My professor was an elderly man. His gray hair was pulled back, leaving his balding scalp uncovered. He had large eyes that always seemed to be darting from person to person, zeroing in on those who weren't paying attention. I think he had some sort of radar and knew exactly if a student had any idea of what was going on. He had a crick in his back; evident from his hunched shoulders and the walking stick he always appeared to carry. I'm surprised he remembered it half the time. You see, he tends to forget things. "Inuyasha!" he bellowed, quickly coming up the steps into the group of desks. "Stop that infuriating sound, immediately!"
Surprisingly, Inuyasha did as he was told and placed the pencil on his desk. "Keh, whatever, Totosai."
Mr. Totosai nodded his head slightly, still wary of Inuyasha's statement and wasn't quite sure if he should believe him or not. "Very well then ..." he mumbled, making his way slowly down the aisle and back to the front of the classroom. He turned to the board and picked up a dry erase marker, intending to continue his lecture. He was still for a moment. "Uh ..." he said, at a loss for words. "Where was I again?" See what I mean? Forgetful.
"You were finishing up your lecture on the human heart, proceeding to tell us of an upcoming class trip we are to take," a masculine voice called from the back of the room. I glanced up at the source to see Miroku Houshi leaning forward in his chair so the old man could hear better.
"Wha ...? Oh yes, that's right," Totosai mumbled before setting down the marker and taking a few steps towards the class. He cleared his throat, preparing for the instructions. "I have some news from the board of directors. It seems we have almost enough money in the school budget to support a field trip for the science department. Of course, we have planned a trip every year in hopes that we may just have a chance to go and it seems like your the lucky ones." He nodded his head, folding his arms around his walking stick, and closed his eyes, mumbling a string of agreements. "Yep, yep, you guys are it."
I rose my hand. "Oh, ah yes Kagome." All eyes turned to me and I felt a pair of golden orbs burning holes in the back of my head.
"Did you say, we almost have enough money?" I asked hesitantly, unsure if what I heard was correct.
"Oh I did?" He scratched his head for a moment, thinking about his previous statement. "Oh yeah!" he declared, pounding one fist into his hand. "We are in need of 90,000 yen per student in order to complete the payments."
I heard Inuyasha scoff behind me. "You're crazed old man. Where the hell are we supposed to get 90,000 yen?"
"Well, we can raise the money," a bubbly girl called from the other side of the room. She swiveled around to meet everyone's curious stares. "We could have a sort of fund raiser. Like car washes, garage sales, bake sales, stuff like that." Her rose petal lips curved upward in a smile and her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"That isn't such a bad idea, Rin," Sango called. "We could separate the money between us. That way, it won't seem as much and we can gather it faster."
The class broke out into a heated discussion, various students getting involved with the ideas. After all, you're talking about a group of science geeks who have just been told they're one of the lucky groups to be chosen for the trip. I sighed, shaking my head slightly.
"Woah, wait a minute," someone spoke up. "Who says we're all goin anyways?"
All eyes turned to the man sitting slightly behind me to the right. Kouga Ookami, the man who held my heart, was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. His piercing blue eyes darted between our collective group, watching as each person's face filled with the same unreadable expression. "I mean, we're all not rich ya know. Even if we could empty our bank accounts or raise the money, what about expenses when we get there?"
"Keh," Inuyasha grunted behind me. "You're just scared Kouga. We all know you got the money."
He fisted his hand and abruptly stood. "I'm not scared, moron!" he snarled at the silver-haired man. "I was just thinking of others in the class." His eyes immediately turned to me, causing a blush to rise in my cheeks. He knew of my financial struggle. I was lucky to get a full scholarship to attend Tokyo University. If it weren't for my academic record, I would probably be in a community college instead of a private university. My eyes broke from his and I fidgeted slightly with my hands.
Inuyasha followed his gaze and met mine, causing a lump to stick in my throat and my heart to miss a beat. He smirked, as if he knew a secret. "Well screw them. They don't have to go," he said, referring to our classmates without proper financial aid. I glared at him, but it had little effect on his cold demeanor.
"I suggest we go over this trip a bit more. After all, we know nothing about it," a cold voice spoke up from the back of the room. Everyone turned their head to look at the woman behind it. Kikyo glanced over the faces of her classmates, her gaze resting on mine for a bit longer. She had her usual emotionless mask on, causing a shiver to run down my spine. Her midnight hair trailed softly down her back to kiss her waist and her skin was a ghostly pale. Don't get me wrong, she was beautiful, but there was something about her I just didn't like. I'm not sure what it was ... I can't explain it.
"Oh, ah yes, Kikyo," Totosai said, folding his arms behind his back. "We are to be traveling to the Human Studies Facility on the west coast of the United States. Our trip is scheduled precisely one month from now." He hobbled over to his desk and pulled out a pile of papers, immediately shoving them into Rin's possession. She smiled brightly at him before doing the unspoken task, handing each person a pamphlet.
Inuyasha took one glance at it and scoffed. "So old man, how do you expect us to come up with 90,000 yen in less then a month?"
The professor scratched his head for a moment, contemplating his question. "I'm not gonna tell you everything," he abruptly shouted, stomping up the steps to stand before the silver-haired student. He used his cane to playfully whip Inuyasha upside the head. Inuyasha rubbed the lump on his head, muttering something about old men and their short tempers.
"So, Mr. Totosai," Miroku spoke up again. "We are supposed to get 90,000 yen by the end of the month, correct?"
"Yep, that's what I said," Totosai replied, coming to stand in the front of the room, crossing his arms behind his back. "Now there is the small part about chaperone's."
Inuyasha grunted. "We don't need no babysitters." I hate to agree with the bastard, but we are sophomores in college. I think we can take care of ourselves. I glanced over at Sango and followed her hardened glare to the back of the room. Miroku smiled sheepishly before dropping his gaze in defeat. On second thought, I'd rather have someone there to stop the perverted guy from rubbing my ass, although he seemed to have taken a liking to Sango. I shuddered, happy not to be the victim of Sango's fury. Let me tell you, don't get on her bad side.
"You young whippersnappers are gonna be the death of me," Totosai muttered before shaking his head. "I found a senior here at TU who I owe a favor to. Having him come on this trip would buy me some time."
Kouga crossed his arms and glared at the poor professor at the front of the room. To be honest, I feel bad for the guy. He has to deal with us almost every day. "For once I agree with dog-breath. We don't need someone to watch our every move. We're adults for Kami's sake." He's so hot when he's mad.
"Just spit out a name, would ya old man?!" Inuyasha interrupted, clearly agitated by the way Totosai kept avoiding the subject. I'm surprised he didn't take out his anger on Kouga. Usually those two are at each other's throats.
"Ah, yes, well ... " he stuttered. Taking a glance at Inuyasha's molten glare, the professor shuffled behind his desk, bent over, and clasped his hands over his head, as if he was trying to protect himself from something ... or someone. "The guy who is going to come with us is ... Sesshomaru Takahashi."
Oh ... this was going to be good.
"What?!" Inuyasha shouted, abruptly standing up and taking a few steps towards Totosai, cowering behind his desk. "You invited my fucking brother to come? Are you insane or just plain stupid?" He grabbed the professor by his shirt collar and held him up so they were eye to eye.
Meanwhile, Rin was squealing on the other side of the room. She had her hands together and a starry look in her eye, repeating "Sesshy" over and over again. I swear she's in love with the guy. Its completely obvious.
"You pervert!" Sango screamed at the top of her lungs; a resounding smack echoed through the room seconds later. I looked over to see what had her all worked up, only to find Miroku sporting a red hand print. In the middle of all the confusion, he had managed to make his way to the front of the room and allow his cursed hands to wander.
"What? Ya scared of your big brother?" Kouga taunted Inuyasha before he dropped Totosai from his grasp and pounced upon my boyfriend.
I sighed. This was going to be the longest month of my life.
A/N: Hope you guys liked the first chapter. Me and my co-author were supposed to put it up at the same time, but she kind of got impatient. lol. Don't worry, I'm still working on my other fics. Hope to give you guys a new chapter for each story this week and upload a one-shot. Please let me know what you think. Thanks!