Every cloud has a silver lining by Miffy-Chan

Prologue

Chapter 1

The city of Tokyo bustled with life as many busied themselves with the upcoming festival. Flashy lights flickered on and off; malls were adorned with lush decorations; yells of "tailgate!" became audible even to the nineteenth floor and people from all walks of life littered the streets.

However, it wasn't the merry lightings per se that made the city so unbelievably breathtaking, but the imperishable mirth of the residents and their contagious laughter that coursed through each individual.

But Kagome Higurashi did not them. Dark tresses contrasted sharply with pale skin while slim fingers held a vice like grip over an enchanted collar. A wry smile crept up her face as she recalled her days with a certain imperious hanyou. She never could forget him and the little group they led to victory.

A sister she never had. A skirt-chaser as a mentor. A son she treated as she would her own. A cuddly friend for warmth. And... a hanyou, that taught her love. They were all viciously wrenched from her grasp and thrown centuries back in time.

Alas, she decided, her solitude would end that very day. She was free from Inuyasha. They both knew that he could not forget Kikyou, and never would. A silent agreement that only the two knew was forged and adhered to. She had let him go... and vice versa.

She was stunning. And she knew it. At the age of nineteen, her curves turned heads and her innocent beauty surpassed Kikyou herself. Offers she had rejected were countless. She was adamant about finding true love, for examples such as Miroku and Sango put present day relationships to shame. No exotic gifts were exchanged, but something as simple as flowers made no one doubt the unbreakable bond they shared.

Though her education was neglected, she kept up with her nimble mind and swift reactions to sticky situations. She had her best friends, Ayumi, Yuuka and Eri, who believed in her when half the school thought her dead. Now in college, she relied more on her eccentric and perky friends, who offered their support without a tinge of hesitation.

Tonight she would sleep. And tomorrow, she would begin her new life at Tokyo University without regrets.

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"Kagome! We missed you! Are you better now?" Her three friends relentlessly bombarded her with questions, concern written plainly on their faces.

"Thanks guys, I'm fine. The doctor said that I wouldn't be sick as often anymore." Kagome gritted through her teeth. A white lie should be fine right?

"That's great! Also, we got ourselves a drop dead sexy professor this year! I couldn't believe it!" Ayumi squealed, clenching her fists with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Yeah, I wonder if his hair is as soft as it looks." The three chorused with a dramatic wave of the hand before slapping it to their foreheads.

Kagome rolled her eyes. How hot could modern guys get? They should have seen those in the feudal era...

The morning flew past and after what seemed like eons, the lesson of the mystery professor was finally about to begin. Just five more minutes... The suspense was killing her. Her friends had refused to reveal the name of Mr. X, which was what she was forced to label him as, for calling him Mr. Jerk had sent her several invisible notes of death.

Tearing her eyes off the board, Kagome perused through the chapter they were currently studying. Assured that nothing the professor gabbed about would be too difficult for her to manage, she carefully analysed her surrounding peers.

To her surprise, the females were all sitting erect, applying make up in generous amounts whereas the males looked disgruntled for failing to wrap their girlfriends round their finger.

Kagome couldn't help but grimace at the situation. Several loose whores went a step further. Not only did they unbutton their blouses to the middle, their bra straps were intentionally dragged to the sides, attracting the attention of the horny losers. Who is this professor to provoke such a reaction?

"You're dismissed." The professor announced. Silent cheers could be heard as Kagome did a little dance in her head.

Her cheer went by the board when a deadly silence descended upon the class.

As soon as she snapped her head up, her stomach started doing exercises. Her brain ceased to send signals to her organs as her jaw plunged to the floor.

Silver hair, gold eyes. No fluffy little ears.

"S-s-e... SESSHOUMARU?!" she stuttered before raising her voice by several decibels.

All attention seemed to be focused on her as soon as his name left her lips. Slapping a hand over her mouth, she muttered an incomprehendable apology.

Dressed in black slacks and a white button-up shirt folded to the elbows with his hair tied into a low ponytail, Sesshoumaru looked almost ethereal. Sure, in the feudal era his regal appearance had attracted many females, humans and demons alike. But in modern clothes, he was, as they had bluntly put, drop dead sexy.

Despite that, she had made an irrevocable gaffe. Okay, a gaffe is always irrevocable. She just called- no, screamed like a banshee, Sesshoumaru's name in an informal manner. The girls are not going to be happy. That, unfortunately, was an understatement.

More importantly, what is he doing here? Do demons really live that long?

She was dragged out from her stupor when his baritone voice echoed through the class. As if to irk her, he looked down at the name list before smirking and declared, "Higurashi, meet me for lunch."

She could have sworn that the female population was literally throwing daggers at her back while Sesshoumaru basked in schadenfreude. That jerk, after all these years, he's still such an arrogant bastard... Couldn't he have helped her mitigate the situation?!

Time seemed to crawl as Sesshoumaru conducted their lesson. Although he was definitely a much better professor than the rest of the old farts, his commanding tone just seemed to rile her up. Furthermore, he had just left her under a cloud with five words.

The lesson went rather uneventfully till Sesshoumaru displayed the attitude of a demon lord with the gift of the gab- that degraded even the undegradable.

The clueless girl sauntered up towards the demon who was about to leave, the tube she wore looking as though it would fall into pieces any moment.

"Professor Takeshi," she purred, "My grades are not up to expectations this time. Perhaps being better acquainted with you would produce better results." Reading in between the lines, you'll get what she means.

His stoic face looked impassive but Kagome knew better. She had seen it all too many times. He could easily remove her existence without leaving any evidence that implied the possibility of him being the mafia. Too easily...

She was about to leap into a heroic role when impressive words spewed from the demon's mouth. Not vulgar but baleful, the verbally tormented girl looked as though she could not have been more insulted nor afraid in her life. She was bound to get persecution complex.

This man, this demon, could drive a saint nuts. With words.

Relief overwhelmed her as she thought about the times they had sparred with Sesshoumaru. Not only would he have trashed them in combat, but also trounce them in a verbal spar.

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She never quite did hear the end of it. Ever since her little outburst in class, all the females seemed to be getting into her hair. And she hadn't even left the classroom!

The opposite sex however, seemed to be wearing a smug look on their faces. No doubt jubilant over the fact that their professor was taken, which implied that the girls would come crawling back on hands and knees. They wish.

Burrowing her way out of the Sesshoumaru fan club, which included the entire campus of females save her three friends, Kagome decided to keep her trap shut about the touchy topic of Takeshi Sesshoumaru, the world's most eligible bachelor, for the rest of her miserable life.

Doing her damnedest to reach for the door, she literally charged with every ounce of her strength for the threshold that had the sign `heaven' dangling from it.

Just as she crouched into a sprinting position, two pairs of hand roughly slammed her against the wall.

"Just who do you think you are, bitch? The professor ain't yours so you better watch that mouth before I glue it shut." Shiyori, the world's biggest slut declared, her crackly voice besting nails being dragged against the chalkboard.

Apparently the two who had unceremoniously given her spine a bruise were her lackeys. Just like Naraku... The mere thought of him made her indisposed.

Fortunately for them, she felt like being merciful or they would have been blasted into oblivion.

"If you're done," she calmly replied while shrugging off the hands that pinned her against the wall, "I have matters to attend to."

An angry fist came flying towards her and she caught it with ease. Spending time in the warring era had not taught her nothing. She was not a little girl anymore.

The air crackled with energy that had a pink hue to it as she delivered a sharp pain to the offending appendage. Shiyori hissed in pain while jerking her arm back, incessantly shrieking that Kagome was a witch.

The others merely thought her a schizophrenic and schmoozed Kagome, seemingly like a paparazzi. (Hey, two `sch' in the same line!) Perhaps they were brainwashed into positive thoughts and had switched on their anything-for-Sesshoumaru-information mood.

Kagome edged away with a sweat drop on her face at the sight of the undignified females while cautiously sneaking towards Sesshoumaru's office for refuge. Stumbling into a major pitfall regarding the fan club was unpleasant, which made the miko somehow sorely impelled to throttle Sesshoumaru as well as her big mouth.

Successfully getting out of sight and range, Kagome congratulated herself on a rather smooth getaway. Praise the lord for miko powers! Praise my schoolmates for not having special powers to see mine! God damn Sesshoumaru for his existence!

Amidst pillorying the demon, anxiety coiled in her stomach. Is Inuyasha still alive? What about the others?

Body taut with nervousness, Kagome grasped the doorknob in a crushing grip.

It had been so hard to let go. Why did destiny jigger her fate and so unmercifully throw her efforts back to her face?

Nonetheless, why was she given back a piece of her past? There was only one way to find out.

"Miko, it's been a long time."

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Detail: The big fuss about everyone staring at Kagome like a fish when she sputtered out Sesshoumaru's name is because it's rude to call someone by their first name unless you know them very well in Japan.

Secondly, no offence but you guys know that the girl who went up to Sesshoumaru is proposing to sleep with him for a passing grade right? If not, my bad. I didn't quite go into detail... =P

AN: This story isn't edited because I will probably not continue. It's kind of, a spur of a moment thing. I wrote it and MC read through it. Though she agreed to edit at first, I decided that since it's going to stop here I might as well not bother her. See how thoughtful I am! lol, kidding. Don't worry about Kick and Kisses though; it's still alive and kicking. Unintended pun by the way.

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Jaken: Sesshoumaru-sama!!

Sesshoumaru: What.

Jaken: I lost my contacts!

Sesshoumaru: Is it my problem?

Inuyasha: Feh. There are contacts that big to be put in his eyes?

Somewhere in the background: Inuyasha you unempathetic wuss! Osuwari!