Ghosts of the Past by INU_BABE

Chapter one: Who was that?

Chapter one: Who was that?

Sesshomaru entered the large, college classroom, his beautiful golden eyes scanning for a place to sit. He spotted a desk in the very back by the class window, where he could see the entire classroom. A senior's place. As he silently climbed the stairs to the last row of seats, he walked by a group of girls who started whispering as he passed. His placid features didn't change as he set his stuff down by the desk he now claimed and glanced out the window and into the pouring rain and thundering wind.

His time here has been completely boring. Being at the top of his class, the classes were too easy and the girls too stupid. For four years this place confined him and wasted his precious time. He couldn't wait to leave this place and get out into the real world, where his intelligence and talents can be put to a profitable use.

The group of girl started giggling and laughing, glancing in his direction. Stupid cows... He thought venomously as he met their starry glazes with a glare of pure hate. Their infernal noise was annoying him. He glared hard at them until their insensible chattering ceased and they uncomfortably started to write down the assignment on the board.

Again he looked out the window as rain that came down in misty sheets, making large puddles of water that reflected the stormy sky and rain that beat relentlessly.

He heard the bell ring and the students file in and find the sits they will be using for the rest of the semester to start another boring day of notes and work. It was the same thing year after year.

He looked out the window again as the rain came down harder and the wind blew faster.

He didn't know why but he suddenly felt things were going to be quite different this year...

Kagome ran off the subway train as it squealed to a noisy stop, shooting past people in the growing crowd as she looked down at her watch that ticked away on her wrist. Oh my god! I'm going to be late on my first day!

She sprinted up the subway station stairs and out into the pouring rain. Damn! She thought violently as the rain immediately seeped through her clothes, causing her skin to shiver and her teeth to chatter. She kept on running, cursing herself for not bringing an umbrella.

Of all days not to listen to my mother! She glared up at the sky as a lightning bolt flashed above her head followed by the boom of thunder. Can't you give me a little break?! She screamed in her head as if her very thoughts could cause the clouds to disperse. Her breath came in short gasps as she tried to remember where her first class was. She could barely see through the pouring rain as it made an impenetrable mist that shrouded everything around her in shadows.

She didn't even see the figure through the rain until she felt herself slam right into it and knocking it, and her, right into a huge mud puddle right in the middle of the courtyard. She slid right on her back right into the slimy stuff, becoming caked with mud, but somehow managed (by nothing short of a miracle) not to get her bag, and the important school books in it, too wet. She sighed in relief as she hugged it close to her body, silently thanking the gods. Those books had cost a small fortune!

"GET OFF!" Kagome jumped as she felt the "something" she knocked over, move underneath her and growl. She scrambled to move away but only succeeded in slipping in the mud again right beside the person she knocked into. This time face first.

"Gomen! Gomen! I'm so sorry!" she said as she got on her knees and bowed respectfully, wiping mud from her eyes. Or at least trying to. The figure, a guy, sat up; his face and clothes covered in mud as he glared at the young woman in front of him.

"Well apologizing won't clean me up and dry me off now will it?!" He retorted as stood up and tried to wipe off as much mud as he possible could before he tried to gather his bag from the mud. Kagome fumed but grabbed one of his books that fell out of his bag and offered it to him politely "I'll be happy to pay for your cleaning bill." She said gently, forcing a smile.

He angrily grabbed it from her and shoved it in his bag. "Forget about it." He swung it on his shoulder. "Just make sure I never see you again." And with that he started to walk in the direction Kagome just came from. Kagome shot him a "Look" mingled with confusion and anger. Of all the nerve! She threw her own muddy bag over her slender shoulder and started to rise from the mud pool.

"Later wench."

That did it.

She jumped up and out of the mud, ignoring the mud that fell off her clothes in oozing clumps and ran in front of him. He tried to walk around her but she stood her ground, her silver eyes meeting his golden ones. "Look! I apologized, I offered to pay your cleaning bill, and I tried to be polite and nice but you threatened me and insulted me! What is your problem?"

The boy looked at her, a flash of surprise flickering in his golden eyes before it was replaced by rage. "Well, thanks to you, I am now wet and covered in mud! How did you think I would act?" He moved to the side and walked past her.

She was about to give him a piece of her mind when the bell tower chimed the start of class. "DAMMIT!" she yelled as she bolted for the building door, now that she could see because the storm had now turned into a gentle drizzle. She glared furiously at the retreating figure, staring knives into his back, hoping that he would just burst into flame. Who was that jerk? She pushed that thought off to the back of her mind and ran to find the classroom she was supposed to be in.

Inuyasha looked in disgust at his now dirty clothes. What a way to start the day! All muddy and wet! He glared back as the girl screamed "DAMMIT!" and bolted to the building to get to her class. At least he didn't have to go to class till the afternoon. He smiled slightly at his little "revenge".

He also caught the best "Go-To-Hell" look that has ever been aimed at him in his entire life! If looks could kill, he probably would have died a hundred times in a hundred different ways! It gave him the shivers! How can such a small thing have so much rage? He asked himself, remembering her small weight on his chest and how she only came up to his chin.

For some reason, he felt like he met her somewhere before. School? No. She looked like a freshman. Around town? No she looked lost which told him she was new to this part.

Where could I have met her? The only thing that he really remembered about her during their little encounter was her eyes. They were a unique silver-blue. He had never seen anything like them before. Well... he had once. A long time ago...

He tried to wipe the mud off his face but only succeeded in putting more on there. DAMN how he wanted to get out of these clothes and into the shower!

He ran an inhuman speed to the on-campus apartment building he lived in.

Kagome stood outside MR. KAKASHI'S ADVANCED FEUDAL JAPAN STUDIES 101 and tried to wipe some of the mud off her clothes and face before she entered the classroom. DAMN how she wanted a bath and a change of clothes! She squeezed as much water from her long, raven hair as she could before she opened the door to the classroom just a crack to peek inside. Maybe if the teacher was distracted enough...

Indeed the professor was in the middle of lecturing and writing important stuff on the board so her silver eyes quickly scanned the classroom and found an empty spot by a beautiful brown-haired girl furiously writing notes near the aisle. Now if she was quiet and quick enough she could slip into the classroom and up the mini-stairs to that seat and no one would notice.

She quietly stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, not making a sound. She slowly crept up the stairs, ducking low, and was almost to the desk in a matter of seconds. Almost there...

Suddenly her feet shot out from under her as she slipped on a clump of mud that fell off her clothes and rolled back down the little stairs as her yellow back pack slid across the floor, spilling its contents and books all over the place. The teacher stopped in mid-sentence and it got so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Higurashi I presume?" asked the sensei as he made his way over to her fallen figure. She blushed furiously as she nodded and scrambled to gather her books. She could feel everyone watching her, their stares burning into her soul.

Mr. Kakashi bent down to help her pick up her books, handing her "War and Peace" which she quickly crammed into the confines of her dirty bag once more. When she had everything in order she stood in front of him, her face bowed low so that her bangs covered her eyes as her face turned a darker red then before. "I am so sorry for being late..." she said, doing a little bow of respect.

Kakashi waved a had dismissing it and said in a voice calm but stern, "Just take a seat and see me after class."

Kagome released a breath she wasn't even aware she was holding. "Thank you so much!" she exclaimed as she ran to the desk by the brown-haired girl, who gently smiled at her arrival. She couldn't believe her luck! She pulled out her slightly wet notebook out of her big yellow back pack and began energetically writing down what was written on the board while he began lecturing again.

Sesshomaru could not believe that Kakashi let that girl into his class after her "entrance"! Of course, from his perfect view of the classroom, he had seen her foolishly open the door and try in vain to get to a desk and slip on the mud that caked her clothes and raven hair. How did she manage to do that anyway? Surely she was not uncoordinated enough to slip and fall in one of the many mud puddles outside. He watched her as she scribbled down the notes in a swift, neat manner.

He carefully examined her. Mud covered every part of her like she was sculpted from it. Her clothes were now a dull brown and so sopping wet that there was now a little puddle of muddy water forming under her seat. He saw her shiver as the cool air of the classroom washed over her wet and filthy clothes.

He still pondered the fact on why Kakashi let her in. He was one of the toughest teachers. He was well known for kicking students out of his class if they were late EVER. Not to mention she looked like a new freshman, which was strange for this was an advanced course for upperclassman and freshman are never admitted. Again he glanced at the mess of a girl who sat a couple rows before him. She must be more than she appeared...

The girl must have sensed someone was watching her because she turned her head ever so slightly in his direction, her silver- blue eyes meeting his golden ones for a mere moment before she barely blushed, embarrassed, and turned away to continue the notes. He also went back to writing notes his own but the image of her eyes stuck in his mind. He knew only one person who used to have eyes like that and she was gone.

'Who was that girl?'