Punk Rock Princess
1: Love and Death

So now that your whole world
Has gone up into flames
This night is still never-ending
Do you think you're still safe?
Seems everything went wrong,
We were discovered…

No Transitory
Alexisonfire

Through the hovering limbs that sheltered the lonesome street, rays of sunlight peaked through. Along the length of the road, nothing but a few mere insects showed any sign of life. Though, a low rumbling erupted from the top of the stretch of pavement. Slowly as the noise ascended, the sound became more evident to that of a skateboard, traveling at a speed along the concrete.

Then as quick as light, a young woman flew towards the middle of the road with her ravenous locks billowing in the wind behind her. Her mischievous azure eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun, as she imagined her destination before her very eyes. Her very childish backpack swayed behind her, holding only a few discarded papers and a single math textbook.

From her appearance, nothing about this girl would reveal anything feminine about her. For she supported a large pair of black shorts that looked to be of the male's line. Her red shirt, which barely showed the contours of her figure, showed a large black E in the center and nothing more. Though as she turned her head slightly to the right, a piercing was evident right through her left eyebrow. Though the various piercings in her ears could add to the count.

She veered the board around the corner, heading towards a fairly unusual habitat for the young woman. She made her way towards a shrine that she liked to call home, not slowing down as she neared the stairs that led to her dormitories. Just when she looked about ready to collide with the first step, she sprung up from the board and landed on the second stair, catching her board that followed suit. She jogged around the few obstacles in her way, making it all the way to her house that welcomed her with the fresh smell of cookies.

"Mama?" She called as she made her way into her room, getting ready to spring right back out the door. She heard footsteps shuffling around below her, and she quickly exchanged her backpack for a material guitar case. She slung it over her chest and made sure that the strap was secure. Bounding back down the stairs, she took note that her brother's toys weren't in their usual places along the stairs.

"Kagome dear? Off so soon?" Mrs. Higurashi said with a light smile as she looked at her daughter, one arm on her hip while the other was occupied with some action figures that probably belonged to her little brat of a brother.

"Sorry mama, practice—very important." Kagome said before waving her mother off and going right back out the door, skateboard in hand.

"Bye honey, have fun." She said as she went back to icing her cookies. Kagome was back on the road once more again, only heading to a different location. She traveled at a fast pace, but made sure to stay balanced as to not break the guitar sitting on her back. After turning a few corners she made her way towards a beige house with the garage in the front. She slowed down as she neared the house, guiding the board to the side door to the 'studio'. After carefully getting off of the board, she let herself into the atelier.

She barely had time to react as the force of the argument that was taking place almost overwhelmed her. She peered around the poster-covered walls until she located the source of disturbance. She watched the two carefully, seeing the anger rise in her companion's eyes.

"What the fuck are you going on about?" One shouted, her face holding a fierce visage. Her dark hair swayed under the toque that she wore, with every word that left her mouth.

"Calm down! You're overreacting!" The source of the dispute ground out, his face weary and irate. Unlike what most men wouldn't appear to have, he had his long black locks gathered up at the top of his head in a ponytail that remained smooth and sleek. His cobalt eyes bore into the chocolate ones that challenged him.

"Calm down? Calm down?" She said rather insanely, before grinding out her next words, barely a whisper. "For how many fucking years have we known each other Kouga? How did you not know I'd fucking react like this?" She poked him rather hard with her index finger, hoping to get her point through.

A silence passed over the two, and Kagome took a chance to intervene before everything got out of hand. She gave a slight cough, catching the attention of the two, and an extra member who was hidden behind a large pillow that smothered his face in attempts to block the two out. Both surprised and angry faces were reflected in her soft eyes, but really only one thing was her main concern.

"Mind telling me what's going on here?" She asked rather innocently, but still clueless at that. The male opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it when nothing came to. Sango, whose face by now had a more serene look to it, looked to the floor.

"He wants to quit the band." She muttered, just barely loud enough for Kagome to make out. She blinked once, twice, and did so a few more times, letting the echo of the music playing in the background flare out. The word's echoed in her head, but somewhere she opted to not believe in it. Kouga reached for her arm, but she moved her limb away.

"I don't know what to say to you." She said quietly, the boy struggling to hear what she had to say. His eyes were an array of emotions, but they were nothing compared to the tsunami that raged inside her heart. Some things were just too good to be true.

"I'm sorry," he tried, taking a step closer to her. Kagome didn't move away, she just stared at his chest blankly. Everything in her mind slowed down, and she wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel. But, her mind acting against the will of her heart, put the one emotion that always seemed to cover up what she was really feeling—anger.

"Sorry doesn't help." She said quietly at first, raising her eyes to meet with his. "Just don't expect a warm welcome when you come crawling back to us. You quit this band, then this is it." He looked away, then back to her intense gaze. He came closer and tried to embrace her, but she shoved him away, forcing him away from her.

"Don't fucking come near me again." She seethed out, her eyes brimming with tears. The turmoil was too much for her to handle.

"Kagome," he said as he came closer, but was intercepted by the man who sat off to the side. "Miroku, get out of my way." He said sternly, going around him. But he moved in his way again, only placing a hand on his arm and holding him back.

"No Kouga, just do us all a favor and leave. You've done enough damage here, it's time for you to leave." The man Miroku said firmly, his eyes serious and hard. "Just get your stuff and be gone." Behind the man, Sango had steered Kagome off to the side, trying to dull the pain that she had suddenly begun to feel. The sharp blade of backstabbing hurt more than her father dying.

Kouga understood what it meant when Miroku was like this. He slowly went around, gathering the few things that were his and stuffing them in his backpack. Before he exited the garage, he looked back at the scene he had caused.

"I didn't mean for all this to happen." He said in apology to everyone in the room. When he felt that he had overstayed his visit, he turned and left, leaving them stranded them right there. Miroku watched the door for a moment more, half-expecting the man to return to try and be forgiven. But when he didn't come barging back in, he turned around and joined the two women on the couch.

"Kagome, it's okay. He wasn't worth it." Sango whispered as she tried to coax her friend out of her tears. Miroku put his arm around her waist and kissed her on the head, his eyes softening as he felt her sadness radiate off of her.

"He isn't worth your tears, he's a scum bag." He said gently. "Forget him, you can do better than him." For a split second Kagome's sobs stopped and she looked up at each of her friends, puffy face and bloodshot eyes. Then she leaned over towards Miroku and whispered softly to him five words that would create a quake in their lives.

"I think I love him."

They'd ordered her home, they'd ordered her to rest, they'd told her to mend her heart. But it wasn't as bad as what she'd told herself. She'd told herself to hate him—hate the one who she thought had her heart. She was uneasy, unsure. Her mind told her to give up, but her heart kept squirming in pain. She couldn't forget him, she couldn't give up—she couldn't shake this feeling that was paining her so much.

She wiped her stinging eyes for a mere second, but that mere second without her paying attention caused a collision. Before she could stop herself, or at least maneuver herself out of the way, she found herself lying on the ground, her guitar lying somewhere else. But at the moment, she wasn't focused on her instrument, but her well-being.

"Ugh," she mumbled. She raised a burning arm to her head where she had hit in on the ground. There was no lump, but instead, sheer pain that pulsed like a bloody heart. She let out a short but gurgled moan as she tried to move to sit up. The tiny specks of orange that decorated the inside of her eyelids were soon shielded as a figure stood over her.

"Hey woman, you all right?" A male's voice boomed through her head.

"I'm not sure…" She said, a little disoriented.

"It isn't that hard of a question to answer." He mumbled as she began to open her eyes.

At first she thought it was the glare of the sun that made her eyes see different colours, but as he continued shifting, blocking all potential sun from burning her eyes, she knew it was for real. It was so surreal that she couldn't find any words to describe the way it was. Long, silky—no, it looked to be softer than silk and lighter than a feather. But the colour baffled her; was it white? Silver? Or maybe he went platinum blonde? There wasn't any reasonable explanation for it.

"Does it hurt anywhere?" He asked again, bringing her attention away from his abstract locks.

"My arm," she raised it as much as she could, bringing it back down from the pain of moving it. "And my back."

"Let me have a look," he said as he squatted down next to her. He leaned his head in close enough to view her arm, giving her a perfect view of his hair. It seemed so real, but it couldn't be. Unless he had some serious stress problem or was secretly 85 years old, there was no way anyone could possess such a radical colour.

"Go home and ice it, that's all there is to it."

He got up, looking around for his item that he dropped. Meanwhile, Kagome mentally cursed the hell out the man, translating to something along the lines of manners. She hefted herself up, checking out the scrapes she received from the fall. When she remembered her cargo, her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she sprung up, looking for her guitar.

She found it only a few feet away, her discarded skateboard lying near it on its side. Carefully she opened the black case, praying to god that it hadn't been harmed. She peeked inside, and saw a couple broken strings, and sighed. At least nothing was seriously broken. She grabbed the arm of the instrument and picked it up, only to lift merely the arm. The only thing holding theinstrument together were the left over strings. Her eyes flared and she placed back her guitar. Her broken guitar.

"Are you rich?" She asked, looking over at him from her knelt position. Gradually, he looked over at her as he made sure that his books weren't dented.

"What's it to you?"

"Because you have to pay for this." She said, trying to hold back her anger as she pointed to the instrument.

"It seems fine to me." He said before digging into the pocket of his cargo pants. "Here's for the strings, keep the change." He flipped her a toonie, and she caught it.

"You're going to need a lot more than just one of these to fix this."

She pocketed the money and lifted back up the mangled instrument, showing him the damage. He smirked as he saw what happened.

"I'm not paying for anything, you crashed into me."

"Bullshit! You were in my way!"

"Great comeback. You still hit me! I could sue you if it was illegal."

"Well," she said, contemplating a new approach. "You have to pay for at least half! If you weren't walking by, then it would've never happened." If Kouga hadn't done what he did, this wouldn't have happened. Two losses in half an hour.

"Keh, I'm not paying for anything."

"Well if you don't pay, I'll sue!"

"For what?"

"What the hell do you think! My guitar!"

"I'm not paying squat lady, so buzz off." He began to walk away, leaving Kagome to stare at his back. She ran after him, leaving her things behind her. He turned the corner, but she just managed to grab his shirt before he took off.

"Now you listen here," she said as he turned around. "You should be lucky that it only broke the arm off. That'll cost a quarter of what it would if you had broken more than just that. It'll cost you $30; I'll pay the rest. All right?"

He stared at her, as if thinking if he should accept the deal or have an angry female on his ass.

"Fine." He grumbled.

"Okay, here's my number," she said as she grabbed a pen from her pocket, having stuck it there after school. She wrote her number across his hand, then included her address.

"By the way, what's your name?" She asked, finishing up her information.

"Inuyasha."

"Well I'm Kagome."

She tucked the pen back into her pocket, watching him as he observed the ink on his arm. He scanned over her address, something clicking in his mind.

"Say, you don't live in that shrine do you?" He asked, giving her a sideways glance.

Immediately she blushed, knowing it was odd to live in such a formal place. "Yeah, it's my grandpa's."

"Say I—" He stopped when another member joined their group.

"Kagome, can I please talk to you?" Kouga asked, his eyes desperate.

"Go away Kouga, I already expressed my feelings for you earlier. There's nothing left to be said." She said with a rather cold voice. Inuyasha looked from one to the other, a little confused with what was going on.

"Kagome, don't be difficult…"

"Go away!"

"Kagome, come with me now!" He grabbed for her arm, his patience growing thin. With inhuman speed, Inuyasha stepped in front of Kagome, feeling the need to protect her for some reason.

"I think the lady wants to be left alone. So leave it be."

"Who the hell are you? Superman?"

"Be on your way asshole."

"I'm the asshole? Step aside you fuck, I have some matters that need to be discussed."

"You keep pressing on this bloody subject and you'll be discussing something with the pavement."

"A threat?"

"Damn right, but I can put it into act if you'd like."

"Don't go nosing into business that doesn't involve you."

"Well I guess it does now."

"Why you—"

"Stop it!" Kagome finally interjected. "Kouga, just leave."

"But—"

"I said leave."

"You heard the lady, run along."

Kouga stared intensely at Inuyasha, hate slowly developing for the young man. "Fine, but I'll be back to talk. I'll be back."

"And you better hope I'm not there or I might just act before I warn."

"Inuyasha!"

"Sorry," he mumbled, watching as Kouga stalked away, back into the forest of houses.

"I don't know how to explain that, just…" She trailed off, finding it very awkward to be in his presence after such a scene.

"It's all right."

"Thanks for sticking up for me," she said shyly before she gained back her confidence. "But don't think that you're getting off the hook that easily. I still want 30 up front."

"I tried," he said before looking at his watch. "I'm off little lady, got places to go, people to see. And you are holding me up."

"Oh, okay." She wasn't sure how to address his leaving. But he seemed to find a way as he turned around and simply walked away, his books tapping at his hip. Without a good bye, farewell, or anything for that matter, he just walked off.

"Jerk."

AU: I guess you can say I have an obsession with perfection. And I won't stop until it's reached that. I have come a long way in my writing, going back to the old Camp Nightmare. It was so horrible I thought I was going to die from just reading it. And I suppose Changes is and was pretty bad too. I really hate the story now; it makes no more sense to me. It's just all crap crammed into a freaking story. So bye bye to that baby.

As for this one, I'm just slowly going to update these. But I suppose you won't know what it what unless I delete them, then start again. Who knows, I barely get how operates any longer. They're always changing.

So any questions or comments, feel free to address them to me at any given moment. My other stories are coming along slowly, so please don't pressure. I will leave off with this and go give chapter 2 a go!

Arriverdici,
Melody Unwinding