Author's Notes: Lets see, I've had Kagome be normal, quiet/mute, a playgirl.. now how about we take another turn.. a gangster! This is going to be so fun to write because finally, I'm going to use my personal experiences, and what I've learned about into writing. So, in a way this story in non-fictional, but, in certain ways it will be. Well, I hope you guys enjoy this story, because I promise I will not let you down!
And also, I have no idea how often this will be updated. I think this one might go a bit slower.. I have finals and stuff coming up.. so.. please forgive me.
Reviewers: Thank you for all your support in the past, and I hope you continue to support me in the future!
Disclaimer: Yup, that's right. I don't own Inuyasha. I do in fact own this story, and most of the experiences they will have. If you dare claim this as your own, I hope someone beats the crap out of you until your a bloody pulp, and you get what you deserve.
Quick Thanks: I would like to thank Douglas Bunker for helping me develop the plot/idea for this story. I really appreciate it and I hope this story meets any of your expectations that you have!
Dedication: Alright. If I had to dedicate this to everyone I wanted to, I would have atleast one-thousand people here. My family, my friends, my boyfriend, my rivals, everyone who has any effect on me in life. Eventhough some of you are total baka's, I thank you all for the inspiration I had for writing this story. In a way.. without you guys I wouldn't be the "bad-ass" girl I am today. So, I guess you deserve some credit.. right? Right.
One Last Note: Your not going to understand the beginning part now. Its like a prolouge. But you'll see later in the story where it fits in. Its like a piece of a puzzle that will soon be solved..
And I'm going to meet you, I'm going to greet you.
At her back door as you're coming out, oh, I just know...
'Cause I used to have angels that used to watch over me,
Love was not a stranger, but love ain't not what it used to be.
And I don't want these angels they're knocking at my door,
No, I can't love you no more.
-Devils and Angels
She stood outside in the rain letting it caress her face. It was gloomy,
it was dark.. the rain became heavier. Some one was crying for her, God
was crying for her. They were tears from heaven coming down in droplets.
She could feel the moisture, the texture of the rain forming on the bottom
of her chin. Then she realized that some of those weren't rain tears. They
were human tears. Man-made tears..
She held the locket in her hand, and sank to her knees. Her eyes were
covered by her bangs, as the thunder shook the ground she had taken a fall
to. Lightning lit up the atmosphere behind her as she closed her eyes,
and dropped the locket into the watery grass.
The rain began to calm down, but it still felt like it was crashing
upon her shoulders. Her clothes were soaking wet, and the ribbon in her
hair became flat. She pulled it out and ran it across her neck, to her
shoulders, then up her chin to her lips.. she kissed it, and blew it into
the warm and humid forceful wind.
She then tilted her head up, letting the rain kiss her face. She opened
her eyes and whispered, "Come back.."
Her slick black boots touched the ground as she jumped off the black
harley. The heels of the boots made a tapping nose as she walked to the
opening to the prison that was known as high school. She carried her backpack
over her shoulder in a sling, and shook her head in a way that made her
dark-raven hair fall behind her shoulders. She opened her eyes, which shone
a dark-mysterious brown-ish color, and put on a look that said "don't-mess-with-me".
She had a bump to her step, and when she was at the door of the prison,
you could hear motorcycles coming up behind her. She stopped in mid-step,
and put on a bad-ass grin. There they were. Her pack, her buddies, her
With their leather jackets, and their leather spiked gloves, they jumped
off their motorcycles and began walking up towards her. The head of the
gang behind the leader: Miroku Houshi. Perverted, but a total bad-ass.
He never let a lady down and always had that seductive twinkle in his eye,
ready for anything they would plan to throw at him.
Next: Kouga Wolf. He was the obsessive one of the group. When
he had his eyes set on something, no one would dare take it away from him.
He was known for a bad record, stealing and all, but there was one girl
who could deal with his antics, the leader. Behind Kouga was his sister
Wolf, a total suck-up to him. He dealt with her as best as he could
but sometimes would lash out at her. She was hurt, but when the leader
came back to rescue her, she felt back on top.
Now with every bad-ass group, there was a bad-ass reputation. To say
that they ruled the school was an understatement. Everyone was afraid of
them. No one would stand up to them, and no one would dare to disagree
with them either. When they said something was done, it was done. They
ruled the road also. They were kings and queens; no one could ruin this,
not in an instant!
The tricks that Kouga and Ayame did were stunning. The stunts that Miroku
could pull was amazing and how long he could go for without stopping. The
leader.. was all about speed. No one could match it, she'd never been beaten.
She won the races, she did the time, she deserved every minute of glory
she could handle. Now, she may be good at this, may be good at that, but..
there was still one thing she couldn't handle..
A bunch of fan-girls and fan-boys ran out of the school building running
towards her. This was like a routine every morning, and there was no way
in hell she could ever escape it. How she would wish she could, how much
she prayed, how much she bribed people with.. no. Never. It was bound to
be this way for a very long time.
..the people that came along with the reputation.
She sat in class tapping her pencil against the desk, and sighing. It
was another normal day in April, the trees swayed in the breeze and the
sun shone brightly. The clouds were scattered in patterns in the sky and
gave off a peaceful and content look. She pulled out a piece of paper from
her binder and began to draw with her black and blue pencil. First stroke
on the paper was a circle, then three smaller circles above it. She chewed
on her pencil tip, when a girl in back of her tapped her in the back with
The girl pointed to Miroku and she looked over at him. Miroku was drooling
on his desk, and muttering something about homework. She gave off a grin,
and crumbled the piece of paper she had been doodling on into a ball. She
threw it at Miroku's head, and he just stayed asleep. She became annoyed.
If she had to sit there and listen to a dumb teacher teach something about
math, so would he! She began to throw random objects and when she finally
got really pissed off at him, she threw her math book at his head.
Jesus Christ, that was the tenth one this week.
Everyone in the class sneered at her. When she turned around and glared
at them, they all sunk into their chair's hoping for a quick and painful
death. She turned around calmly and situated herself in her seat, looking
at the blackboard. Something about exponents, numbers, square-roots.. she
could honestly care less. She jingled the keys in her pocket and tried
to think of something to do to pass time.
She looked around at all her classmates, sneering. They were all sitting
there, learning.. acting like good little kids. She couldn't understand
how they could do that, and why she didn't just drop out. Oh yeah, she
remembered why. If you don't go to school then she can't get a job and
get money to buy new motorcycles. Then again, she could always just bribe
some rich guy to buy her one. Using her looks was taking advantage of people..
but did she care? Of course not. As long as she got what she wanted, that's
all that mattered.
She began to yawn and she took off her leather jacket. She stretched
letting out a sigh, when all the preps stared at her. She grinned. Of course
they were staring at her in jealously. Their boyfriends were looking at
her body and lusting after her. Those preps could never compare with her,
she could kick their ass in a second.
As a matter of fact, she had just done so a couple of days ago, but
thats another story. She then turned around to her left and looked at the
preppiest girl in school, a total slut, Kikyou. As Kikyou was putting on
her red-apple-colored lipstick, her blush, her dorky eyeshadow, Kouga decided
it would be funny if he kicked her chair. So, he did and her lipstick got
smudged all the way down her chin. Two points for Kouga.
Kikyou squealed, and all her little minions came up behind her flabbergasted
on how she looked. They sympathized her and offered her some tissues..
Kikyou being the idiot she is just messed it up more and her eyes started
filling with tears. Kouga just began laughing like a mad-man, and Kikyou
slapped him. He stood up and pushed her, "You wanna' mess with me, prep?"
Kikyou stood up and all her preppy friends backed her up, as the teacher
spoke. "Stop it you two! There is no time for this now!" Kouga and her
both sat down, both sending glares at each other. But, when the door slammed
open that got their attention.
There walked in a boy with long black-violet hair and death in his eyes.
Behind him came a girl about his height, a very rugged looking guy, and
two sisters side-by-side. His leather jacket was being carried over his
shoulder and he put the black sunglasses he was wearing on top of his head.
He spoke to the teacher, "Inuyasha Taishio. Sango Taijiya. Naraku Saimyoushou.
Kanna and Kagura Wind." The teacher seemed to know what they were talking
about and marked them down. She pointed to the seats which they would sit
in when Miroku's eyes bulged out of his head.
He had heard of these people.. Inuyasha. The toughest most known gang
out in the city next to theirs. He could guess why they were here at this
school for the year, and what they wanted. Especially from the way Inuyasha
looked at the girl sitting next to him.. the leader. He would have to warn
her about them as soon as possible.
She looked over at Inuyasha, looking him up from head-to-toe. She was
wondering what was making everyone so uncomfortable in the room by looking
at him. She raised an eyebrow and squinted. She couldn't put that name
to that face.. but, it sounded so familiar. But, why?
Well, she had more things to worry about. Like all these challenges
she had been given lately. Its like someone is testing her for the worst
to come.. she could feel it, it was all around her. She had never backed
down, or lost a challenge before in her life. And as soon as she thought
that, the boy next to her spoke.
"Kagome Higurashi, consider yourself challenged."
Now she could never decline a challenge..
AN: There you go. Wanna' see what happens next? Review, your wish will be granted. I promise.