• 1-Overcoming Adversity
• 2-Chapter 2
• 3-Chapter 3
• 4-Chapter 4
• 5-Chapter 5
• 6-Chapter 6
• 7-Chapter 7
• 8-Chapter 8
• 9-Chapter 9
• 10-Chapter 10
• 11-Chapter 11
• 12-Chapter 12
• 13-Lucky 13: Interlude, Family Honor
• 14-Interlude II - Secrets
• 15-Chapter 15
• 16-Chapter 16
• 17-Chapter 17
• 18-Chapter 18
• 19-Chapter 19
• 20-Chapter 20
• 21-update soon
• 22-Chapte`,

Disclaimer: Don‘t own it. AU type fic with usual pairings.

It was the most gorgeous shade of hazel that Kagome had ever seen her entire life. Gold, much like that of a well made trinket of jewelry, or like the sun on a clear day during the noon hours when it rose highest in the sky, casting out precious rays. She could have stared into his eyes for hours on end, captivated and enraptured by their startling innocence.

He’s so much kinder than he was before, she thought to herself, leaning in for a closer view, unaware of the discomfort she caused her schoolmate.

“It’s just an inherited family trait,” he mumbled gruffly, eyes crossing as he looked at her. She was nearly within kissing distance if he dared to do such a thing, which he had no intention of doing. She was pretty, hell, most of the young girls in his school had a hot body and a pretty face, but hers was a face that held a certain quality of kindness to it as well. Her behavior now was much different than the wench he had bumped into in the hall at his school.

“Why were they a different color in the school?” she asked curiously.

The mental alarms went off, and he searched for an excuse to get him out of this situation, and a reasoning to explain his unnatural eye color. They were far too bright for anyone to mistake them as hazel. “Prescription contacts for my eye problems. It’s kind of like being albino. I can’t see good in bright light without them.”

“Aa…” t ext explained much. It was fairly dark in the area surrounding the shrine where she and her family resided, due to the growth of the trees. He wouldn’t need to wear his contacts here. “Would you like to come up with me? My mom’s probably made dinner and--”

Inuyasha blinked, reminded suddenly of his own mother. “No thanks, gotta go. My own mom is waitin’ for me,” he explained, before turning and running off with some of the speed he often demonstrated in physical education class.

Maybe he was just nervous because it was his first day, Kagome decided as she turned around, making up her mind about the new boy despite her first reaction to him.

***

His mother had begun sending him to school with lunches, claiming that she didn’t want her child to eat out of vending machines to gain his nutrition. Because he was still a growing boy (or a growing hanyou) it was important he have full meals. He was at least thankful she’d decided on brown-bagging, rather than her previous preference for making up for lost years of childhood and buying a lunchbox set. Luckily, he had been in the store with her to vehemently refuse the offer and talk her out of the idea.

Today was a day like any other. To avoid running into Kagome, whom he knew would be with her friends in class during the lunch period, he chose to partake of his sack lunch outside on the school’s lawn, choosing a plush grassy knoll to hunker down on his haunches, which gained very many stares from passersby who thought he resembled a dog by his position of sitting.

The weather was clear, the sky bright, and sun warm, making his ears cramped and uncomfortable, too warm beneath the bandanna he now wore. Despite school rules and regulations, they had allowed him ditch the hat for now in exchange for the much lighter wide bandanna scarf, sympathetic with his plight and discomfort.

The weather was still rather nice, and many students often came outside to enjoy the weather during their lunch period, although many stayed clear of the surly silver-haired boy (who they had decided bleached his hair and manicured his nails). A few dozen yards behind him, some girls chattered at the benches, speaking about the upcoming party at some senior’s house, and how all of the cool people were invited. About thirty yards ahead, a bunch of guys shuffled about, having a ‘manly’ conversation about the hot babes they wanted to ask to said party.

Inuyasha knew he didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of being invited, nor did he care. All his life, he had been the loner without friends, and it was perfectly fine with him if they ignored him. The girl he met the previous day had been nicer than during their first encounter, but something about her smell bugged him out. Naraku, he thought, sourly, still slightly peeved. Apparently the jock had told some story about Inuyasha to anyone who’d lend an ear to listen, because he received several hateful stares throughout the day from those that he knew associated with the guy.

Inuyasha tore another angry bite out of his sandwich, glaring ahead at the busy streets of Tokyo. He was jarred out of those thoughts by the sound of someone suddenly dropping into the grass beside him, and glanced to his side to see another boy, perhaps in his last year of high school, settling in the grass Indian style, his own sack lunch on his lap.

“What do you want?” he growled at the stranger, who merely gave him a calm look.

“A place to eat and someone to talk to. Thought this looked as good a place as any,” the youth retorted, although there was no anger or hostility in his warm close to violet eyes. He smiled, charmingly and Inuyasha suddenly recognized the pony-tailed teen. “I’m Miroku--”

“I know. You’re on the track team,” Inuyasha interrupted. “Why’re you suddenly wanting to sit next to me?” he demanded, distrust glittering in his eyes. All of his life, he had trusted no one but his own father, now he was thrust into the human world where kindness was a necessity and keeping his origins was required for him to live.

“I’ll get right to the point then,” the dark-haired teen murmured. “I heard about what you did for my girlfriend’s cousin Kagome. That creep Naraku has been after her for a while, and my threats weren’t enough to keep him at bay. Thanks. Sango would have come to give her appreciation too but…a lot of the girls are kind of scared of you.”

Inuyasha smirked.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to come to the party I was having this weekend. It’s going to be a blast, and you can come with someone or alone,” he said, handing Inuyasha a slip of paper with his address and phone number. “It’d be cool if we could be friends.”

“I don’t have anyone to bring,” the hanyou replied as he resumed eating his sandwich, the note shoved into his pocket with his free hand.

“Find someone then, man. I’m not sure if you’re aware of this but, you’ve also caught the eye of many of the ladies even if they are a little intimidated. They like bad boys,” he added with a wink as he climbed to his feet to leave the silver-haired boy to the rest of his lunch in silence. Inuyasha got the feeling that Miroku was classified as a ‘bad boy’ himself, and he could almost smell the lecherous intent on him. How a guy like him could have and keep a girlfriend, Inuyasha would never know.

***

“So!? What’s he like?” Sango repeated once Miroku returned to their table within the cafeteria. Kagome, who had escaped the presence of her bubbly, air-headed friends this lunch period to sit with her older cousin Sango and her boyfriend Miroku, studied her nails as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Well, he doesn’t talk much. He’s a bit gruff, definitely the loner type. That’s the first time he ever spoke to me, and we’ve shared a gym period every day since he started at the school.” Miroku rubbed his chin, pretending to gaze thoughtfully, when in reality he was staring at the behind of a nearby girl who’s skirt had ridden up a bit too far when she bent over to pick up spilt change from the floor. “He’s not mean, nor is he like the rumors claimed he was.”

“I think he’s just lonely,” Kagome added in, causing Sango and Miroku to exchange glances, after the older girl caught him staring and smacked him as hard as she could to return his attention to the current discussion.

“Did he agree to come to the party?” Sango asked. A boy like that could use some friends, and as someone who had lost most of her family only a few years ago, she understood the loss that Inuyasha was suffering with the death of his father. Friendship had been the only thing to help her through the loss of her family, and crisis involving her younger brother who turned to a life of crime to vent his frustration. Kohaku was now in a juvenile detention center, and had been for several months.

“He took the note, that’s as close to a yes as I figured I could get from him,” he replied, lightly shrugging his shoulders.

***Friday Night***

His mother had fussed over him, making anxious circles around him, picking lint from his clothes, brushing down stray hairs and flyaways within his mane of silken silver. Her baby’s first party, amongst other teens was not something she wished to take lightly.

He finally escaped her some time around seven, and she chased him to the door way, intending to call after him to remember to be home by midnight, until the idea of giving a curfew seemed ridiculous. Any reason that another parent may have delivered a curfew, was not Inuyasha. Her son didn’t smoke, drink, party, womanize, steal, or do anything that may have gotten him or herself into trouble. He was too strong to be taken advantage of, and too quick to get into danger. He was her hanyou son, and in her eyes he could do no wrong because he was perfect, despite the flaws that he saw within himself and knew in his own heart to be present.

He’d decided to walk to Miroku’s house, rather than running, allowing his mother to drive him, or taking some other form of transportation. Miroku lived in the upscale area of town, where the houses gradually began to grow taller and larger, and were surrounded by tall gates and metal fences. The youth’s parents were out of town, although they gave their blessing beforehand as long as nothing came up broken, no one came up pregnant as a result, and no drinking occurred on their property.

From down the street, Inuyasha could smell the scent of beer and sake on the wind. He sighed. So much for the lie he told his mother about their being no alcohol. Well, perhaps it hadn’t been a lie after all. He had no intention upon drinking anyway.

Several people glanced his way as he made his way up the long driveway leading towards the garage and house. Teens were out on the lawn, music played at a sociable, yet gentle volume for the sake of the neighbors, and to avoid complaints to the local police or Miroku’s parents upon their return. The scent of beer was carried from within the house, which Inuyasha decided to carefully avoid by trekking into the backyard where many had collected by the pool. Despite it being night time, many teens were clad in bathing suits, diving into the water to enjoy the fresh, cool water.

He might have appreciated a dip were it not for the onlookers, who would have questioned why his bandanna remained on, were it not for the fact that the chlorine would make his silver hair green too easily, and were it not for the nature of his dress that night. He had no swimming trunks with him, and wore loose black jeans, with a dark button down shirt, open to reveal the white wife beater beneath it. Even if he did choose to swim in his clothes, black and chlorine water didn’t mix.

Certain it would be a long and boring night, and regretting his decision to come, Inuyasha sat far from the actual party, resting his back against the fence and merely observing those in the distance as they observed themselves.

Inside the house was another matter entirely. Sango and Kagome peered out into the backyard from the window of Miroku’s second floor bedroom. From where they observed that area of the party, both could s sil silver-haired young man make his way through the crowd, easing his way through the people until he found a lonely place far from any others.

“He’s here!” they both squealed together girlishly in that way that only best friends could pull off.

“Sango, I don’t know what to do. I don’t think he would even notice me.”

“In that get-up, he would have to be insane if he didn’t notice you. Even Miroku couldn’t keep his hands to himself!” she reminded her younger cousin, while Miroku mingled with his guests, sporting a bright red hand-print on his cheek. He occasionally did something braindead and supremely stupid, claiming when she beat him into the ground that it was worth the pain, yet she always forgave him, and he never did more than childishly stealing a grope every so often.

“I hope so,” Kagome said, tugging at the waistline of her pants which suddenly seemed too tight, too low, and too slutty. Sango was into bodysuits and tight leatherwear, and had convinced Kagome to wear one of the many outfits she had. This one, consisting of a black halter of the not very revealing type, and form-fitting pants, clung to every curse of her body. The halter only revealed her arms and shoulders and carefully showing no cleavage, while her back was hidden anyway by the cascade of her long, rich ebon hair. The pants hugged her hips, riding low, at least three inches below her belly button. The outfit couldn’t exactly be described as scimpy…it was just…so…tight!

“Quit hitching them up and go get his attention!” Sango shooed Kagome out of the room, and they made their way down to rejoin the rest of the partygoers. Sango crossed the room to find Miroku, while Kagome threaded through the crowd of dancing teens and guzzling kids until she had stepped out onto the rear terrace. Thankfully, it wasn’t necessary to wear her shoes again, because she doubted she would have ever found them amongst the sea of footwear that crowded the porch. Drawing in a deep breath, Kagome weaved through the crowd towards Inuyasha.

The scent of beer was overpowering, and the stench of someone who had lost control of their stomach and vomited the contents (which had consisted mostly of alcoholic beverages, sushi, and snack foods) was practically dizzying. Inuyasha’s head spun, and he found he couldn’t get up to leave even if he wanted to. The smell nauseated him, and were he to stand, he was positive he would topple over, helplessly collapsing onto the ground, where someone might take liberties with his prone form and discover what made him ‘different’.

Because of his unawareness to his surroundings, he didn’t see the petite beauty creeping up to him, or notice the gentle bounce and swf hef her supple breast beneath the confining halter that forced her braless, or the way that the waistband of the hip hugging leather pants clung to her hips, riding dangerously low while the material wrapped around her slender thighs.

“Inuyasha?” Kagome’s concerned voice murmured over the din of the music. He was slumped there, nearly on his side, eyes glassy, and skin pale. “Inuyasha?” she repeated, unable to crouch down without fear of maybe ripping Sango’s favorite pair of pants.

“Huh? What?” He seemed to snap out of it, although he didn’t seem very good, in fact, he hardly seemed to be coherent. Her first thought was that he was high, but she soon realized that it couldn’t be that. He didn’t smell like weed, and he didn’t have any other signs of narcotics abuse.

“You don’t look very well,” she squeaked when he stared at her.

“I need to get out of here,” he groaned, nearly stumbling to his feet, a growl dying on his lips as he pushed past people to make his way from the party. Kagome blinked, then stared at him. She had dressed in this ridiculous get-up to ‘get’ his attention, now he was leaving without even noticing!

Not only was the music too loud, but the smells kept assaulting him, from time to time the intensity would increase, creating a pounding headache and migraine that only rest, or peace and quiet could cure.

Feeling concern for him, and unaware of the true reason behind his hasty departure, Kagome ran to find her shoes and to give chase to the fleeing hanyou before he could make it off into the night. She had to talk to him tonight, before her courage was gone.

More coming soon

Sorry for the delay, someone came to visit my home and I was unable to update any of my stories. Sorry for bumping, was editing mistakes out and proofreading so I could add it to other fanfiction sites.