It’s 11:00pm. I just finished watching ‘Inuyasha Movie One- The love that transcends time’ which finally got here from ebay! I’m VERY hyper. Do I really need a reason to be writing this fiction?

Title- Chissai tsuru- This means ‘Small Fish’. God, I need a better title.

Disclaimer- I do not own them. I am not, in fact, Rumiko Takahashi. So, can I ask you people to stop sending me fan mail? I can’t read Japanese.... ;.;

Summary- Inuyasha is a renowned surfer from Japan. Kagome is your average, every day- ‘OMG! THAT MORON CRASHED INTO THE REEF! I HAVE TO SAVE HIM!’ Girl. If you were Kagome, wouldn’t you save some hot guy who just crashed into the ocean reef? Did we mention that this guy was Inuyasha?

Mini Rant- Pro Surfer Inuyasha. You know it had to happen.

Ok. I have no idea where this came from. But I’m very happy! Do any of you read Shounen Jump? Well, two months ago, I submitted an email to their magazine about ‘One Piece’, and they actually put in in this months magazine! It was signed ‘Wolfy-Chan’ for those of you who care.

Anyways, don’t you just love these Mini rants? I find it fun to talk freely to the people who’re reading this fiction. Some of you may not care, but oh well. Anyways, I'd better deal the chapter, or you may hurt me. I don’t like pain. It hurts! ^^;

Please note that Inuyasha is HUMAN in this story. Arrigatou.

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‘Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you’ll be a mile away- AND, you’ll have their shoes!’

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~10:39 pm

Inuyasha ruffled his hair in front of the bathroom mirror. The smell of salt hung heavily in the room, and it was driving him crazy. The lean young man sneezed childishly, before wrinkling his nose in distaste.

Inuyasha had just returned from his little ‘surf session’ at the beach. Within five minutes, he realized the beach was way too crowded, the waves were small, and people were glomping him. It wasn’t much of a ‘session’ as he thought it would be.

He turned the knob for warm water on the sink, and watched lazily as it pooled into his hands. Even though he had spent so little time in the ocean, he still smelled like he had been floating in it for five days straight. And if you asked, I’m sure he would’ve told you it was not a delightful smell. Not one bit.

The raven-haired guy looked himself in the mirror. His cheeks were slightly pink, due to minor sunburn. But in Inuyasha’s opinion, he looked like he was blushing. He didn’t like this outlook much, but the more he willed it to go away, the longer it stayed.

Thus, the nick name ‘sunburn spawned from hell bastards’ arose. He growled at the mirror in aggravation, and he splashed the water onto his face. The mirror wasn’t intimidated, and neither was the sunburn. Inuyasha gave up, and walked back into his living room.

In the right corner of his living room, was; the front door, his overly expensive computer and accessories, his surfboards leaning on a rack, and a huge lamp made almost entirely of seashells. In the middle of the room were a black couch and recliner, with a glass tea table in front of them, and a big screen TV facing the Couch and recliner. And to the left side of his house was the door to the garage, and numerous trophies and such. To top it off, the walls were painted white and silver, while the carpet was a dark fluffy blue type.

Yup, Inuyasha liked to live large. Large, and somewhat tasteless. But that was ok, he didn’t care too much. Later on, maybe at about an hour till midnight, he was going to meet some friends of his to go night surfing. Inuyasha’s violet eyes crackled with excitement.

It had been a while since Miroku, Hiten, Kouga, and he had done anything together. Inuyasha and Kouga had gotten into a miniature fight about whose surfboard was ‘sweet’. The outcome was Miroku dubbing them ‘Wimpy Wolf & Dog Turd’ which lead to Hiten dubbing him ‘Perverted Monk’ which lead to even more name calling that poor Inuyasha did not want to even think about.

He tread to his couch, his baggy red knee shorts threatening to fall off, as he plopped himself down, stretching his arm onto the backrest. His chest was bare, and gleamed from his brief time at the beach. He let his eyes droop into a careless slumber, until 11:03 rolled around...

~~~ 10:45pm

Kagome peddled her bicycle with all her might, destined to make it to the beach before he did. He was aiming to test her again, just like yesterday, but she wouldn’t have it!

So, clad in jean capris, and a shirt that read ‘Why should I get my own boyfriend, when I can always take yours?’ she pedaled like the fires of hell were after her.

Hojou grinned boyishly. Higurashi-chan was out to beat him again! And this time, if he won, he would have her escort him to a dinner date! Yes, Hojou’s plan was all to perfect....

“Hojou Kun! I’ll beat you yet!” Kagome cried, turning right along the intersection to Shikon Beach. Kagome shrieked, as she saw an incoming jeep heading Hojou’s way....

Wait. What the hell was Hojou doing!? Biking on the WRONG side of the road?!

AGAIN!?

Kagome swerved right, toppling off of her bike onto the sidewalk, while Hojou kept on riding.... And wonder of all wonders...

The car slammed to a stop, the three hot guys inside staring in wonder/amusement/fear at the now flying-over-the-car-because-he-just-kept-on-pedaling Hojou.

Kagome and the three guys stared as Hojou soared, looking oddly at peace with himself, and crashed. Into. The ‘welcome to Shikon beach’ sign.

Kagome covered her mouth in horror, running over to where Hojou was. The guy with the dark brown shirt and baggy jeans, with his raven hair in a ponytail also ran to aid her. The guy who had been driving the car, with a dark green muscle shirt and knee black jeans just kind of stared at them from behind, before snickering. And the last guy, who had been sitting in the back, his short black hair in a small pony tail with baggy jeans on and no shirt AT ALL was-covering his mouth to keep from laughing at the idiot. Who just hit. Their car.

The guy in the driver’s seat- Hiten- glanced to the front of the car at the bumper, standing up to see it.

“Did that friggin dip shit hit the car?” He asked, turning towards the guy in the back- Miroku. Miroku jumped out and went to examine the front.

“Not really. Only a little scratch.” He informed. Hiten got out, and both looked Towards Kouga, who was standing by the girl- who was kneeling by the guy- who was un-surprisingly unconscious.

“Hojou-Kun? Hojou Kun no BAKA!” She yelled, shaking the guy by the shoulders in anger. Kouga raised an eyebrow in amusement. Kagome gave up, and dragged him to the side.

He didn’t have many injuries, just a black eye- but that was about it.

“Oi. Is this Psycho dare devil dude your boy friend?” Kouga asked. Kagome stared at him in disbelief, eye twitching.

“ARE YOU CRAZY!? ME!? DATE HIM!? DO I LOOK THAT STUPID?!” She demanded, poking Kouga roughly in the chest. Kouga snickered, and knelt down beside the unconscious figure.

“Hey. Baka Yarou. Wake up, before I run you over.” Kouga stated. Hojou stirred somewhat, and looked up at Kagome, who looked fierce.

“That’s it Hojou! I won! And I’m going home now!” She decreed, standing up and stomping over to her bicycle. Hojou’s eyes went swirly, before he passed out again. Miroku and Hiten soon joined Kouga, while all three eyed the girl, as she steadied her bicycle, and perched herself upon it.

Kagome biked over to them, and smiled meekly.

“Gomen ne, for the trouble Hojou caused. I hope he didn’t ruin your car...” She stated, trailing off. Miroku clasped both her hands, making kagome eye him.

“Nani...” She asked, but he raised a finger to her lip.

“No trouble at all young maiden! May I ask for your name?” He said, violet eyes glittering. Kagome blushed somewhat, and narrowed her eyes.

“Higurashi Kagome.” She stated, pulling her hands from his grip. Miroku bowed, causing Kagome to stare at him somewhat.

“A beautiful name, to fit such a beautiful girl.” He declared. Kouga face faulted, and Hiten snorted, looking away. And that’s when Miroku.... Placed his hand.... In a VERY WRONG spot. Kagome whimpered, her eyes going big.

“Y-You... YOU PERVERT! LECHER! CRETIN!!!!!” She yelled, taking her bike and whapping him on the head. Hiten looked on in hilarity, as Miroku got pummeled, and Kouga laughed hysterically.

“I’m.... I’m going!” Kagome said, getting back on her bike- which oddly enough, wasn’t bent. Hiten shrugged his shoulders.

“Hn. Whatever.” He said, dragging Miroku by his arm back to the jeep. Kouga waved, and jumped into the front next to Hiten, as they let Miroku sprawl out in the backseat.

~~~10:57

Kagome watched them go, and biked into the beach opening. It was rather late at night, and she shouldn’t have snuck out and raced Hojou.... But oh well. Her family was out of town again, and there was nothing better to do anyways.

Kagome parked her bike next to a boulder, and took of her shoes and socks. It was a full moon, and the sun glowed like a golden orb. The raven-haired girl found herself walking among the shoreline, and sitting down in the semi-wet sand.

“Today... was very.... Strange.” She said aloud, watching the seagull’s perch upon various peaks of the cliffs surrounding them. She smiled, and walked back up to the boulder, and leaned against it, her bicycle perched in a stance next to her.

Kagome let her thoughts drift away, as her eyes closed- the full moon her last gaze.

~~~11:03pm

“Oi! Dog Turd!” Kouga yelled, pounding on the door. Miroku peered through Inuyasha’s window.

“INUYASHA! GET OUT HERE! OR WE’LL WRECK YOUR CAR!” Miroku threatened, picking up a stick and poking the screen threateningly. Hiten rolled his eyes, shoved Kouga away, and knocked once.

“Inuyasha. If you don’t come out here now, we won’t tell you about how a guy went flying over the truck.” Miroku and Kouga sent Hiten a weird look, and looked in disbelief as Inuyasha rushed to the door, eyes wide in shock.

“Honto? Sugoi.... Did he wreck the car?” Inuyasha asked, gesturing for them to come in. Miroku sweat dropped, and Kouga face faulted. Hiten closed his eyes and walked in.

“Nope.” He answered, placing himself on the couch. Inuyasha sat on the coffee table, as Miroku sat in the recliner, and Kouga also sat on the couch.

“Is he dead?” Inuyasha asked, blinking. Miroku chuckled.

“Nope. But, there was this hot chick with him....” He said, switching into standby mode, where he proceeded to stare at the wall, drooling slightly- causing everyone to turn and try to figure out what the hell he was staring at. When they found out it was nothing, and that he was just being an idiot, Inuyasha sighed, and looked to Kouga expectantly.

“Hot chick, huh? I bet you hit on her within ten seconds.” He chuckled, rolling his eyes. Kouga frowned, and flipped his hair.

“Shut up. If you had seen her, you would’ve done it in five.” He retorted. Inuyasha shrugged. Hiten yawned.

“Hn. She was cute.” He stated, as if his word was law. And judging by the way everyone nodded- even Inuyasha, who hadn’t even been there- it probably was.

“So, are we going surfing or what?” Miroku asked, already clad in surf shorts, and holding his board with one hand. Inuyasha nodded, and soon, everyone was out the door.

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Whee! Five pages! Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. This is only the first part, so bear with me. Please review also! I want 10 to 12 reviews before I continue!

Peace and Paw Prints,

Fluffy Wolfy