A/N: This story is really just a test story for me. The first chapter is very vague, warning you now. It's a fighting scene and you know how those are…you really don't know what's going on until the very end. This will turn out to be a S/K story. I don't care if you have a problem with it, give me some criticism if you have any…and by that I mean constructive. Don't tell me my work is just a piece of shit and I should just die already (and yes I have had someone tell me that before, but that was on a joke fic that I was doing because I was extremely bored). I will probably repeat this in the closing note…so…yea…on with the story! ^_^
Complete and utter silence. Nobody dared move as their leaders stared each other down. Golden eyes meeting dark blue. One with spiky silver hair, the other with black. Chains and leather as opposed to Abercrombie and Fitch.
"Come on. Show me what you've got, punk!" The dark haired boy said out, breaking the silence. His sharp blade in his hand, out to the side. The other glowered and gripped his own blade tighter.
"Then let's get to it." He responded, his expression one of rage, yet calm at the same time. The other members backed up, giving their leaders some space to battle it out. Were they fighting to injure? Most definitely. To kill? Maybe.
The darker one made the first move, slicing with precision and nicked the other guy's upper arm. Blood seeped out of the cut, not enough to make them stop fighting though. The cut one lunged at him and knocked him to the ground, smacking the knife out of his hand, and in the process losing his own.
With the knives lost, the two boys went hand-to-hand, meeting punch for punch. The silver-haired one took the upper-hand of the fight, getting opponent on the ground beneath him, ready to punch. They stared at each other once again, and, unbeknownst to the one of top, the losing boy grabbed one of the knives that had been carelessly thrown to the side at the beginning of the fight.
With one swift movement, he plunged the knife into his rival's shoulder, adding to the cut he had previously given him. The wounded boy grasped his should and fell over sideways. The handle of the knife was the only visible part, for the blade was pushed deep inside his shoulder.
"SOUTA!!!" A cry came from the distance. The darker one's head jerked to the side. There, on top of a hill not too far away, stood a girl. She looked to be about fifteen, her straight dark brown almost black hair falling over her shoulders. Her mouth and dark blue flecked gray eyes open in shock.
The young man on the ground with a knife protruding out of his shoulder, turned his head and looked at the girl as well. His eyes widened slightly but quickly returned to normal.
Sirens started going off in the distance. Cops. They always seemed to come when there was a gang fight going on. The darker boy, Souta, turned to his comrades.
"Let's get out of here. Kouga, make sure Kagome gets home." He yelled as everyone began to scatter. Kouga, a boy with semi-long black hair and green eyes, made his way to the girl up on the hill. He tried to put an arm around her shoulders, but she jerked away and took a step towards where the fight had just been.
The wounded boy had yelled for his gang to leave him, and they had followed his orders dutifully. He was the only one left in the area.
"Come on, Kagome. Let's get out of here." Kouga tried to reach for her again, but she took another step forward, her eyes trained on the boy. "Kagome." He said again, only more forcefully this time.
"Leave me alone, Kouga. I'm not leaving with you." She took off at a run towards the empty grass lot with only one occupant. Kouga looked after her, knowing her stubbornness, yet wanting to keep alive. He knew he would never get her to leave the wounded one behind, her heart was just too kind. He sighed in frustration and turned to leave, deciding upon facing the wrath of her older brother, Souta.
She kneeled down next to the wounded boy that didn't look much older than her brother. She cringed as she saw how much damage her brother had actually cause. By the expression on his lightly bruised face, he was suppressing showing his pain.
"Hey. I'm going to try to get this out of you." She said in a loud voice. "It's going to hurt, but at least it will be out." He nodded his head and she gripped the metal handle.
Gathering all her strength, she pulled the knife three-fourths of the way out. He made no noise, but it showed through his eyes just how much agony that was causing him. She brushed a few stray strands of silver hair back up into his spiky hair-do. Their eyes met and she smiled comfortingly before yanking the rest of the metal out of his flesh, taking him by surprise.
She set the knife to the side and turned back to the boy. He looked at her questioningly. He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it and closed it back up.
"I think you need to go to the hospital." Kagome said quietly. The boy cleared his throat before actually speaking.
"I do not need to go to the hospital. I'm fine." His voice was deep and mature. His golden eyes gazed intently into hers. The intensity made her blush lightly and turn her head, suddenly finding the grass interesting.
"If you say so…" She frowned slightly, just realizing something. "What is your name anyways?" His eyes lit up in amusement and he cocked an eye-brow at her question.
"Seeing as how I do not know your name, why exactly should I give you mine?" She scratched the back of her head and sweat dropped.
"I forgot about that." She sat Indian-style next to him. "I am Kagome Higurashi." She held her hand out to him in a friendly gesture.
"Figures." He sighed heavily, ignoring her hand. "Only a member of his gang would try to make friends with me for their advantage. Stupid wench." Kagome's eyes flashed with anger and fire.
"Don't EVER call me a wench! I'm not even a part of my brother's gang. I got wind that there was going to be a fight, and I came to stop it!" She glared at him. "I'm so sorry if I wanted to help you, Mr. I-don't-know-your-name."
"My name is Sesshomaru Sagisu. Learn it." He smirked at her obvious anger, neither of them actually noticed the sirens were gone. The cops never even showed up.
I was so scared today! I arrived just as Souta stabbed another boy! I've never actually seen him injure anybody before. I'm glad I got there though.
Sesshomaru…that was his name. He had a knife jammed into his shoulder, all the way to the handle!
He tries to keep me in the dark about things he does, I guess to "protect" me. His over-protective brother side coming to the surface I suppose.
It's getting really late now, and I can hear "him" moving around outside my door. Until next time!
(excerpt from Kagome's personal journal)
A/N: Okies then, tell me what you think of my first chapter. Like I said earlier, I'm all up for constructive criticism. That's constructive just in case you didn't catch that. I don't appreciate flames, and if you choose to flame me, I will not hesitate to flame right back. ^_^ So you have been warned. I thank you for actually taking time to read this…I'll try to update as soon as I can.
P.s.- if you want me to read anything and tell you what I think, just put it in your review. I'm all for helping someone out if they want reviews ^_^