So, I'm very annoyed because I've written this twice and my stupid self forgot to save it the first time and then the second time it somehow got deleted! Therefore, this is my third time writing it! In addition, the guy next to me is looking at my screen so here you go dear sir, enjoy! Also, Inuyahsa is Bi, and Sesshomaru is gay.

10 Things I Hate About You AU (I did make changes so it is not exactly like the movie, or Inuyasha. For example Naraku's hair is to his shoulders.)

This is all in draft form, so I will go back and rewrite. I just wrote this cause I need more Inuyahsa fanfics with Sesshomaru. It is a work in progress, it will probably take a long time to finish writing due to the fact that I'm in Highschool and College so I have very little time.

Disclaimer: Me no own Inuyasha. If I did Sesshomaru would be in it more than the main characters themselves.

Chapter 1:

It was just your average school morning with the students all gathering in the front of school talking about their weekend, throwing around a ball, trying to finish last minute homework assignments, and some getting in their morning smokes. Cars were still pulling into the student parking lot, which was full of Mustangs, Camaros, Mercedes, and the other typical rich kid cars with one or two run down, beat up cars. This was because many of the kids with not so nice cars tended to get out of school to find their cars egged or their tires flat. Besides the one that was currently pulling in to its parking spot. A white 1975 Mercedes-Benz 450SL with a long silver haired beauty inside of it whose name is Sesshomaru.

Nobody would dare mess with Sesshomaru, not because his father could buy the whole school as well as their own parents' companies, but because Sesshomaru in general was scary. Sure, he was beautiful, graceful, and all the girls in school would kill to have his perfect face, hair and curves, but it was wise not to let his beauty full you. Sesshomaru was trained in three different types of Martial arts, Captain of the soccer team, president of student council, and Valedictorian. To say the very least, people were scared of him. Not to mention, last time when a group of guys thought they could get away with sitting on Sesshomaru's car hood, they had the smell of skunk spray all week. No one knew what exactly happened, and no one wanted to. Everyone in school knew why he we protective of his car, he bought it himself because his father believed that if you wanted it you had to work for it. Sesshomaru worked three jobs for that car, and his phone.

Next to Sesshomaru's car, another car pulled in full of a bunch of girls jamming out to the latest hit song, which Sesshomaru found just as annoying as the last one. The one driving looked over to meet Sesshomaru's sharp golden eyes and she quickly turned her head away, and turning down the music. Sesshomaru just shook his heading and got out of his car. He headed towards the front entrance not acknowledging anyone, and dodging the group of boys playing hockey with a tennis ball. When he neared the front doors, he saw a poster reading Padua Prom. He passes the girl who put the poster up on the wall, and tears it down in his passing.

"Hey!" The girl yelled behind him, but he just ignored her, throwing the poster away as he walked inside.

Upstairs in the guidance counselor's room, Mrs. Shōga Tohara typed on her computer enthusiastically as a girl sat in front of her picking at her green skirt looking nervous. The older woman flicked her eyes up at the black haired girl, and she gave a polite smile.

"I'll be right with you."

The girl just nodded, giving back a tight-lipped smile. Mrs. Tohara went back to looking at her laptop her smile one of a predator. She quickly finished her sentence, re-reading it in her mind to make sure it had the sensual tone she wanted.

As his hand slid up her creamy white thighs, she could feel his huge member pulsating with desire.

She closed the laptop, giving the girl another happy smile before adjusting her glasses, grabbing a piece of paper and a folder and standing up. Mrs. Tohara was dressed in a pink pencil skirt with a blue blouse with white flowers, her grey hair pulled back into a bun, and her face caked with over exaggerated makeup.

"So, Kagome. Here you go." She handed the girl her new schedule before turning around towards the window. "Nine school in ten years… My, my… Army Brat?"

Kagome nodded, "Yeah, my dad's is uh-."

Before Kagome could finish Mrs. Tohara turned around saying, "That's enough." All Kagome could do was stare at her, "I'm sure you won't find Padua any different than your old school-" Splat Glop of some kind hit the window and Mrs. Tohara's smile just widened and she laughed, "-Same little asswipe shit-for-brains everywhere.!" Her giggle actually frightened Kagome.

"Excuse me d-did you just say…." Kagome turned around shocked looking at the door as if looking for help and back at Mrs. Tohara. "Am I in the right office?"

"Not anymore you're not, I've got deviants to see and a novel to finish, now scoot." Mrs. Tohara nodded towards the doors but Kagome did not move, "Scoot!"

"O-okay!" Kagome nearly jumped out of the seat grabbing her bag and clearing her throat. "Thanks" She waved the schedule in her hand, walking backwards. Which clearly was not a good idea when she ran into one of the filing cabinets, only to turn again to the doorway. Coming face to face with a tall boy with black hair to his shoulders. He was taller than she was, and a lot broader. He just stared at her with crimson eyes; she could only nod before nearly running out of the office.

"Naraku Saimyosho, I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual." Mrs. Tohara's voice came out bored; she leaned against her desk going through the folder in her hands again.

Naraku smiled charmingly, nodding, "Only so we can have these moments together. Should I- uh- hit the lights?" He jokingly pointed over the light switch.

She looked up at him with a disappointing look, "Oh, very clever Panda boy." Looking back at the folder in her hand. "Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria." She looked back at him with that 'really?' look.

Naraku sighed, "I was joking with the lunch lady, it was a bratwurst."

"Bratwurst?" She walked over to him, looking him up and down, "Aren't we an optimist?" Her smile made Naraku cringe, "Next time, keep it in your pouch. Okay?" She turned away still smiling, not caring for his answer. "Scoot!"

Naraku turned away shaking his head while Mrs. Tohara went back to her desk opening her laptop. She erased the word 'member' changing it to 'bratwurst.'

Outside in the hallway Kagome looked around nervously. She did not know where she was supposed to go because she had no idea where anything was in this weird school.

"Miroku Eckman!" A boy came up to her holding his hand out. He wore a purple button up with black slacks. He had a small black ponytail, and had two small hoop earrings. "I'm supposed to show you around."

"Oh hi." Kagome was so relieved, shacking his hand. "Thank God! You know, normally they send down one of those audio/video geeks."

The boy just widened his smile, "You know, I do. I know what you mean, yeah."

Behind them a boy pushing a cart full of film equipment rolls along, and pulls up beside them. "Hey Miroku, where should I put those slides?"

Miroku brushed the boy off huffing, "Miroku?!" As if he had never heard of the name. He placed his hand on Kagome's hip turning her in the direction he wanted to go first. His attention turning back to her, leaving the other boy behind. "So, uh," he glanced at her paper, "...Kagome. Here's the breakdown." They begin to walk down the hallway past the groups of people. "Over there you've got your basic beautiful people. Now listen. Unless they talk to you first, don't bother." He pointed to a group of good looking football guys and cheerleaders."

"But wait. Is that your rule or theirs?"

"Watch." Miroku patted a boy on the shoulder, "Hey there." And continued to walk by.

The ironically not very good-looking jock scowls, "Bite me."

"See that?" Miroku pointed back at the Jock and his friends that were glaring at them as if offended as the two walked away.

They came outside of the school were all the major groups hung out, Miroku guided Kagome through the crowds.

"To the left we have the coffee kids."

Kagome looked over at a coffee stand surrounded by kids with circular classes and backwards hats. "Woah!" One of the kids bumped into the other, coffee splashing on the ground "That was Costa Rican, butthead!"

Miroku shock his head leading her away, "Very edgy. Don't make any sudden moves around them."

They step down and pass a table full of white boys with dreadlocks and prerequisite Jamaican berets.

"And these delusionals are the White Rasta. Uh, they're big Marley fans. They think they're black. Semi-political, but mostly..."

"Smoke a lot of weed?" Kagome interrupted him.

"Yeah."Miroku let out an annoyed sigh as he noticed whom they were approaching, "These guys..."

Kagome once again cut him off once she saw the hats, "Wait, wait. Let me guess. Cowboys?" She watched one of them try to throw a make shift lasso around a trashcan.

"Yeah but, the closest they've come to a cow is Macdonald's." Miroku laughed at his own joke, "Hah hah...Macdonalds!" He repeated his laugh dying down when he didn't get a reaction from the girl.

They approach a group of studious-looking teens who are bent over textbooks at a table. Miroku smiled proud, "These are your future MBAs- We're all Ivy League accepted. Yuppie greed is back, my friend." He placed his hand on one of the girls in the group, "Hey guys. How ya doin'?"

The boy with the laptop looked rather annoyed, another next to him muttering, "Close it, Hachi," and the laptop was quickly closed. The others looked at him with disgusted faces and glares.

Miroku just walked away rolling his eyes. "Yesterday I was their god."

Kagome looked back at the group, "What happened?"

Hachi Levenstein started a rumor that I... slept with his girlfriend and that's how she got pregnant. But it's not true."

Kagome frowned, "So they kicked you out?"

Miroku glared infront of him, "Hostile takeover. But don't worry. They'll pay." His voice was full of dark promises one minute and the next he was back on the tour, "Now over here..."

Kagome looked over and her view was taken over by the most handsome boy she had ever seen. "Oh my god!"

Inuyasha, a young hunk with white hair, walks by as if in slow motion. She could not help but watch him. His skin was a slightly tanned, and she could make out his lean built in his tight red tight tee shirt. She felt like she could lose herself in his golden eyes. "What group is he in?" She asked in a daze.

Miroku felt pity for the girl, already falling in love with the one person he could not have. "The "don't even think about it group. That's Inuyasha Taishō. A junior."

Kagome just ignored him, watching the boy walk away, "I burn! I pine! I perish!"

Miroku looked at the girl in sympathy, "Of course you do. You know, he's great looking and deep. I'm sure." He nearly rolled his eyes as they caught up to Inuyasha walking with his friend, Bankotsu.

"Yup, see, there's a difference between "like" and "love". Because I like my Rolex, but I love my Air Jordans."

"But I love my Rolex." Bankotsu frowned.

"That's because you don't have air jordans."

The other boys eyes widened as if being touched by wisdom, "Ohhh!"

Miroku sighed shaking his head from the stupidity in front of him. "Listen. Forget him. Incredibly uptight father and it's a widely known fact that the Taishō brothers aren't allowed to date."

Kagome blinked still watching the boy, " Uh huh...yeah." What if? She Thought.

The bell rang to warn the students to get to first period. Students scattered in every direction, some actually going away from the school. In an English Class upstairs, Mr. Ryūkotsusei was starting off the day with s strong cup of black coffee, students believed it kept him from being an angry monster that kills teenagers. The room was full of bored seniors doodling and staring off into space. Among them was Sesshomaru ignoring a tan boy with black hair named Koga. Koga's friends tossed paper back at one another while Koga himself seemed to be trying to get Sesshomaru's attention.

MR. Ryūkotsusei cleared his thoart before starting class, "Okay then. What did everyone think of The Sun Also Rises?"

A girl a few seat away from Sesshomaru raises her hand, Mr. Ryūkotsusei just nodded to let her speak. "I loved it." She sighs in content, "It was sooo romantic."

Sesshomaru rolled his eyes in disgust, "Romantic? Hemingway?! He was an abusive alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers."

The other students remained silent, staring at the boy. The girl who gave her original answer frowned, looking away from him.

Koga just laughed, and leaned forward against his desk, "As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag who has no friends?" Koga high fived one of his friends, as if he was the coolest dude in school. Which he was.

A few giggles. Most trying to hide their laughs due to fear. Sesshomaru just rolled his eyes again not giving Koga his time of day.

Mr. Ryūkotsusei glared at the class but his main view on Koga "Pipe down, Chachi."

Sesshomaru mumbled to himself, "I guess in this society being an asshole makes you worthy of my time. What about Charles Dickens or Mary Shelley or Oscar Wilde?" (I changed the books to authors that I actually liked reading in my brit lit class.)

Before anything else could be said, the door to the classroom swung open and Naraku suddenly into the classroom, late as always. "What'd I miss?" He sounded almost out of breath.

Sesshomaru once again rolls his eyes, "The oppressive patriarchal values that dictate our education."

Naraku nodes, "Good." And immediately turns and leaves out the door.

Mr. Ryūkotsusei growled, shouting at the boy, "Hey, hey!" But Koga raised his hand catching the teacher's attention.

"Uh, Mr. Ryūkotsusei. Is there any chance we could get Sesshomaru to take his Mydol before he comes to class?" Koga called out.

More snickers from the class could be heard trying to be muffled.

"Someday you're gonna get bitch-slapped and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it. And Kat. I want to thank you for your point of view." Sesshomaru just raised his eyebrow waiting for the next statement. I know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of upper class suburban oppression. It must be tough." She just glares at the teacher, knowing where this was going. "But the next time you storm around the PTA crusading for better lunch meat, or whatever it is you complain about, ask them why they can't buy a book written by a black man!" (Yes I made Ryūkotsusei black.)

In the back, two of the white boys with dreadlocks and African attire speak up from his cry of inequality. "That's right mon!"

Mr. Ryūkotsusei turned his attention to them, "Don't even get me started on you two!" They grumble apologetically and quickly shut up.

Sesshomaru taps his finger against the desk, looking bored, "Anything else?"

Mr. Ryūkotsusei snapped back around, "Yeah. Go to the office. You're pissing me off."

Sesshomaru blinked, "You can't be serious?"

Mr. Ryūkotsusei waved his hand at him, "Later!"

Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, gathering his stuff and leaving the class. But not before hitting Koga in the face with his books. And like Mr. Ryūkotsusei said, he did nothing.