Chapter One: The Turning
(7th grade Inuyasha and Kagome are both 13)
Inuyasha is the only friend Kagome has ever had. Everyone else thinks she is a geek because of the big rimmed glasses she wears. Her mom couldn't afford to buy her contacts so she had to do with what she had, beat up glasses. One day Kagome came to school and Inuyasha was nowhere to be found, getting a bit worried after school she went straight to his Inuyasha's house only to see a sign that said 'For Rent' with a slash through it that said 'Bought'. He was gone, she didn't even get to say good bye. He left her all alone with no friends at all. She broke down in tears he was really gone and it came down on her like a ton of bricks. The next day she went to school and one of the school bullies came to pick on her, Kagura Chang.
"What's a little low life like you doing all alone, where's you little friend, what was his name oh yeah dog face."
"You leave him out of this Kagura" Kagome cried her tear sweeping down her face in waves.
"Aw is the little girl sad because her protector left her all alone to fend for herself".
Right then and there Kagome snapped she couldn't control her anger and went at Kagura with fists outstretched. Once she was through with Kagura the girl had two black eyes, a bloody nose, and a busted lip. Kagome was suspended for two weeks but she didn't care, not anymore anyways, she vowed from now on she wouldn't take any shit from anyone anymore.
(3 years later)
The alarm went off, all Kagome did was sit up and kick it into the wall and watched it shatter. She didn't were glasses anymore because of her eye surgery. She stood up from the warmth of her bed and went to the bathroom. In the bathroom she got undressed out of her nightwear and took a cold shower to wake herself up. Once she was done she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a black towel. She went into her closet and found her black thong, her leather pants, her black T-shirt, a pair of black leather boots, and her leather jacket to match. Once she was done getting dressed she slowly walked down stairs. There she found a plate of cold food and a note. It read:
Kagome,
Sorry I couldn't be with you sweetie, but I had to go to work early today. I left you breakfast enjoy, and I'll see you when I get home. (10:00 pm)
Love,
Mommy
Kagome sat down and ate her cold breakfast then went to the sink and put her dish in. She quickly fed her cat, then went to the key rack and found the keys to her bike. She then grabbed her helmet which was black with red racing flames on the side and buckled it to her head. She went to her bike, which was also decked out in black with even brighter red and orange flames on the sides, also a white skull rested in between the front head lights giving of a gangster feel in the process. She threw her leg over the bike, started it with a bit of a problem at first. Before long she got the thing going and was off to Midoriko High school. When she got there she jumped off her bike and put her keys into her pocket, as she started to walk on campus girls began to whisper and guys began to whistle. Kagome had a reputation of being the schools Sexy Bad Girl.
A freshmen came up to her and asked if she would go out with him, she softly touched his cheek and said in the sexiest voice she could "does little freshmen want a piece of the bad girl, well to bad can't have any."
She left the boy with an extreme hard on, which he tried to cover up with his jacket. The bell suddenly rang, Kagome just slowly walked to her locker. When she finally closed her locker the tardy bell rang, she didn't even panic as she put a piece of gum into her mouth and slowly walked to class. When she finally arrived the whole class looked up and the teacher had a very pissed look on his face. She then went to her seat and sat down. Mr. Naraku walked up to her and said "Kagome you've been late to class every day this year, you have two weeks detention!" She blew a bubble and replied "so what else is new." He'd had it; Mr. Naraku was going to snap but the door opened and in came a boy . . . . . . .
