(A/N: Hello readers, another story! I PROMISE this will be the best this time!)
chapter 1. . .
The late-model black Volvo pulled up in front of Shikon High School. Its leather interior was carefully maintained and had the warm, pleasant scent of the expensive oil used to treat it. The street was packed with other parent's cars depositing their children in front of the school and students walking to the school's main entrance. Inuyasha shifted his backpack from the floor of the car to his lap, preparing to leave the vehicle.
"Don't come home with any shit, Inuyasha." said Inutaisho Takashi to his sixteen-year-old son. The senior systems analyst for a small but wealthy engineering firm, Inutaisho was dressed in a beautifully tailored charcoal-gray suit.
Inuyasha sat looking straight ahead, his jaw tight. The familiar hot, churning anger began filling the pit of his stomach.
"Did you hear me? Answer me when I speak! Don't come home with any shit, Inuyasha."
"I won't," Inuyasha said. He turned then, and looked into his father's amber eyes, so much like his own.
"Well, what are you waiting on?" Inutaisho asked nonchalantly. Just then Inuyasha wanted to walk out of the car and never return. Ever.
Inuyasha shoved out of the car, lifted his bag onto his shoulder, and joined the flow of Shikon High students heading for the first day of school. The warm late August morning air hit his face, and he took one deep breath, trying to fan his father's words and manner from his mind.
'Shit' to Inuyasha's father was any request or complaint that interfered with his comfort. This time, the 'shit' was Inuyasha's inquiry into when he'd be able to pick up his car. It had been in the shop for a week now. Inutaisho had assured his son a week ago that id Inuyasha payed for the bulk of repairs himself, $200, he would cover the rest, $75. Now Inuyasha was out of $200 and had no ride. He'd have to put up with his father's changing moods first thing in the morning, indefinitely.
'Bad ass start to the day.' he thought
"What's up, Yash?" someone said from behind him. It was Miroku Takao, Inuyasha's best friend and the center guard on the Shikon basketball team. At six foot four, and grace and speed of a gazelle, Miroku could be perverted at times. . . well all the time, but he was serious on the court.
"What's up, Miroku?" Inuyasha said. He tried to push the thoughts of his father from his mind as he greeted his friend. 'Mind over matter.' he reminded himself.
"You ready for this?" Inuyasha asked, referring to the new school year.
"Hell no, I'm still feeling summer vacation. I've been working at my aunt's spa, so many gorgeous women, and plus the money I was making was good, too, and did I mention gorgeous women? I hate to give that up." he said.
"You're right, I made a little money too, working for my grandparents,"
"A little money! Yeah right! You're grandparents are stinking rich! You could make a million dollars there in one day!" Miroku said countered, grinning at his teammate and friend.
Inuyasha just smiled, and he and Miroku moved on through the halls. At six feet even, well muscled, with broad shoulders, tapered waist, long strong legs, silky white hair, and amber eyes you could get lost in. Added to that every girl in the school wanted him. He and Miroku went up two flights of stairs to their lockers on the third floor, front hall of the school.
When Inuyasha cleared the first steps to the third floor, he looked up and saw his girlfriend, Ayame, standing near the door with her best friend, Ichigo. Ayame was quiet simply, gorgeous. Her skin was perfectly smooth and clear, she had large brown eyes, and naturally reddish-brown hair that she wore down her back. It was really silky. Plus, she knew how to dress to show off her curves. All the guys wanted her, and she knew it, and liked it. She had a big head, but most would say she wore it well. Inuyasha wasn't so sure. She and Inuyasha had been together for nearly a year.
She smiled when she saw Inuyasha come up the stairs.
"Hey, Inuyasha." she said.
"Hey, Ayame, how are you?" he took Ayame in his arms for a hug.
"Better now," she said hugging him back. She felt soft and her scent smelled lightly of something flowery and and expensive. Miroku and Ichigo started talking to a few kids who stood nearby.
"My mother is getting on my last damned nerve."
"Yeah?" Inuyasha said as he let her go. He backed away from her and started twirling the combination of his lock.
"What happened this time?" he asked, careful to keep the slight air of boredom out of his voice.
Her mother owned a chain of nursery schools and her father was a financial consultant. Between the two of them they worked around 130 hours a week. That didn't leave much time for Ayame. So she often picked fights with them. Ayame and her parents always argued about 3 things: money, Ayame's smart mouth, and her being the princess of wolf demons.
"She knows that today is a half-day. She knows that we all go out and do something on a half-day. I ask her for a twenty and she acts like I'm asking her for her damned left arm."
"So you're broke?" Inuyasha asked.
"Hell no," Ayame said smirking at Inuyasha. "I've got thirty dollars, I just wanted some more money."
"Well, I gonna go to class. I'll meet you back here at noon," Inuyasha said, trying to stifle his irritation.
"All right. When will your car be fixed?" Ayame asked.
"I don't know, I've got to go, I'll see you later." Inuyasha said and moved on, glad to leave. On one hand, he was into her. She could be funny, loyal, and sexy. On the other hand, she just got on his nerves sometimes with the way she antagonized her parents, blew off school, and could be a real snob when she wanted.
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I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you
chemistry was crazy from the get-go, neither of us knew why
We couldn't build nothing over night cuz a love like this takes some time,
people swore it off as a phase, said we can't see that, now from top to bottom, they said that we did that (yes), It's so true that (yes), We've been through it (yes), we got real sh..(yes)
See baby, we been.. too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby) And I'll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can't sleep without you baby) Anybody who's ever loved to know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby.