Title: Inuyasha is a yaoi hater

Summary: Upon discovering he has become the resident whore of his fandom, Inuyasha is, to say the least, infuriated. But what if some select oneshots could change his mind? Inuyasha/Kouga, Inuyasha/Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha/Hojo, Inuyasha/Naraku.

Warning: Yaoi, no duh. I've been putting this warning on nearly all of my newer yaoi and slash stories. All I have to say is if you flame, do not do it for this reason. Flame because you don't like the actual writing or the plot, not because you hate yaoi.

allieweasley - I got this idea while I was half-asleep at around midnight, like many of the ideas I get.

Inuyasha – No wonder they all suck.

allieweasley – Everybody ignore the little doggie here, he's in need of a trainer and is still very wild.

Inuyasha – What the—wild? I need a trainer? Why don't you shove all of these trashy stories up your ass?

allieweasley – Humph! I've chosen to be the stronger person and ignore your crude and hurtful comments.

Inuyasha - :P Yeah, well you're a total slut with all those tank tops showing half of your boobs and your face looks like that ugly-ass car out there. Oh, that's your Mama's car? And speaking of her—

Inuyasha is now unconscious.

Oneshot #1

The Yaoi and Yuri Student Committee

"Takahashi, Inuyasha," The man mumbled. From what Inuyasha could remember, he was one of the education department leaders at his new high school. As for what his name was, what department he lead, or even what the name of the school was, he did not know. He did not bother to read the letter the school sent him, his father took it, read it, and dropped him off at the school entrance without a word or sign of farewell. Unless, of course, annoyed little grunts at unperfected younger sons counted as signs of farewell.

Inuyasha had been about fifteen minutes late for his appointment when he walked in the media center, not caring one bit. And surprisingly, the man sitting across from him on one of the little round tables did not care either, the seedy little man told him not to be late to his future classes and focused his eyes on the pile of papers before him.

"Well, Mr. Takahashi, I hope you will have a good experience here at Tokyo High School," The man said. Inuyasha blinked. Of course, Tokyo's high school, how stupid could he be?

Hn, whatever Inuyasha thought He's not going to be smiling when he sees my old school's reports.

And sure enough, when the man riffled through a yellow folder to find comments and recommendations written by Inuyasha's old teachers, his laidback smile twitched downwards slightly. "Hmm…well, it seems that you will still have to retake Geometry and Biology. Freshmen classes, they are, but no worries. You'll catch up with a lot of encouragement and soon you'll be where everyone else is," And he finished this with another smile. Inuyasha sighed and rolled his eyes.

"All your other classes have been marked average, so no more Special Education for you, young man," The man said. "I'm quite happy to see you did quite well in language. You've learned English, Chinese, and Japanese quite well."

Inuyasha snorted. Now they're calling C's "quite well". People really have lowered their expectations for me.

"Now, Tokyo High is also very proud of its wide variety of clubs. If you are able to balance clubs and school, colleges will be very, very impressed. So have a look," The man handed him a large packet. Inuyasha allowed himself to quirk an eyebrow; that thing had to be long enough for a nice little chapter book, "And see if there's anything you're interested in."

While the man continued to move on about his Special Education classes, and how he "should really push himself to meet his own, individual goals", Inuyasha allowed himself to be distracted by the long list of clubs. There were really some bizarre clubs that he had never heard of, or dreamt of, in his life.

Apple-collectors club

A-student homework club

Inuyasha flipped forward a few pages and began to skim the pages again. So far, this school seemed completely drab.

Joy of Reading club

Karate club

Kite-making club

Now the man began to talk about the history of this "amazing school, so full of cultures and backgrounds and outstanding students." Inuyasha hid his face, which was twisted into an annoyed scowl, behind the large packet and continued to flip through.

Nosy noses (OMG GOSSIP!) club

Never give up club

Oral speakers club

There was nothing he was interested in. Inuyasha had half a mind to just throw this worthless packet in the trash, right in front of Mr. What's-his-face too. But the other half thought the packet was hilarious and continued to read.

Silence is golden club

Snake club

Shake it, break it club

He had decided to call the man Flavio. Flavio seemed as if he was wrapping up now, pushing his glasses up his nose every two seconds. Inuyasha quickly flipped to the very last page of the packet and looked for more funny club names. His eyes landed on the y's, then they stopped on one line.

Yaoi and Yuri student committee, The

xXxXxXx

Inuyasha Takahashi had known from an early age he was different. He had stuck worms down girls' shirts and put salt in their milk, just like the other boys in elementary school, but he had found it odd that older girls and boys were seen together holding hands and doing gushy stuff when they were supposed to make fun of each other and fight. He thought that it came to you when you grew up, it was an adult thing to like girls just like it was an adult thing to pull pants up, way up above the belly button.

He didn't quite know when he found out, but when he did he knew he could not tell his family. Inuyasha's mother was dead, so he could talk to her grave, but he felt as if she would never accept him anyway, even if she tried her hardest. Sesshoumaru? He was probably the baddest player in his grade, and probably his whole school. Damn, that bastard had two or three different girls come to their house every week. His Dad? Let's not go there.

So Inuyasha told nobody. He kept this precious secret to himself, even all the girls he dated. Relationships never lasted long, because all of the girls he went out with (all three) could feel that even when Inuyasha acted like a wild animal he was never really into it, he was forcing himself to be someone he was not.

And now was his chance to be with people like him, and be amongst people who would accept the disgusting little part of him that even he sometimes hated. But how would he know they wouldn't think him odd, to have never acknowledged himself fully as who he was? How would he know it wasn't just a trick of a group of cruel teenagers, looking to embarrass people like him?

Inuyasha went through the first two months of school isolating himself, never doing a single load of homework and getting the usual straight F's, even his wonderfully done language. He continuously got out the club packet and stared at the little black words that were beginning to fade, reading them over and over again and willing them to give him some sort of sign, some sort of message.

It turned out that the club wasn't fake, he heard it announced on the loudspeaker every Wednesday afternoon, followed by the whole class booing and shouting out "ewww!" But Inuyasha was still practically scared to death at the thought of what his family and classmates were going to say. A couple of girls had already gone up to him, smiling at him and showing off their little skirts, asking for his number. The whole school had nothing bad to say about him yet, the guys gave him some nods and high fives and the girls all talked about how hot the new guy was. Would he really ruin this perfect little image?

Halloween passed and everyone put away their costumes, Thanksgiving was sneaking out and Inuyasha began to think more and more. All the wonder about the club, growing inside of him like a evergreen tree on hormones, was making him crazy. He wanted to join, but at the same time he didn't want to join. He wanted to just get it over with and show everybody who he really was, but at the same time he wanted to remain the cool, quiet newbie.

The day before Thanksgiving Inuyasha heard from someone that the Yaoi and Yuri Student Committee was asking for donations, though he wasn't sure why. And that very same day he found himself walking through the stale, cold air to the new bank he was father was using and collected all the money currently in his account. 50,000 yen, about 385 US dollars. The next day, he walked into the main office and told them the money was for the Yaoi and Yuri Student Committee. The woman there raised her eyebrows, but said thank you and told him to have a nice Thanksgiving Day.

A week later Inuyasha heard, in an effort to raise the average grade, anyone who wished to join a club must pass at least all their classes. He immediately dived into school and sure enough, 100's began to show on his exam papers. None of the teachers bothered to be nice about this and told him head on they were surprised that he was able to achieve such a thing and if he had been cheating. Inuyasha had glared at this comment. He was actually very smart, he just did not bother trying. If he put in even one drop of energy in his schoolwork an F could be worked up to a B or a C instantly. But since it was not a drop of energy but a whole ocean of effort that he was using, he began to work his way up the top, where the nerds resided.

Finally, on a December Wednesday Inuyasha heard on the loudspeaker "Congratulations to…The Yaoi and Yuri Student Committee has changed its meeting place, they will now reside in the new gym…Can Miroku Houshi please report…"

The Yaoi and Yuri Student Committee was going to meet at the new gym. Without thinking, he grabbed his bags and headed towards his destination. In the back of his mind, Inuyasha could hear a small, meek voice reminding him that his father preferred for him to return home right after school's dismissal, but he pushed this aside. He could feel his entire, fake life flash before him, and knew that he needed to turn the story of his life around.

When he entered the new gym, there were more people than he thought. He thought that there was going to be a sorry number of two or three, since there were very few people in high school who would be courageous enough to stand out and be openly…yeah.

There was a generous number of ten to fifteen members of The Yaoi and Yuri Student Committee. A few of them were cross-dressers, others looked quite normal, besides the fact that they were all flirting with one of the same gender. Inuyasha stood next to the door and leaned against the wall, completely silent. Perhaps this wasn't the best idea, perhaps he should avoid his father being angered and—

"Why, hello there," A honey-filled voice said. Inuyasha blinked and looked around. There was one of the cross-dressers standing before him, with messy hair pulled back into an odd bun and dark red lip gloss glistening on his thin lips. "Are you new here? I don't believe I've ever seen you here." The cross-dressing boy looked Inuyasha up and down, and then smiled slyly. "If you want me to show you around…get to know me…"

Inuyasha's eyes widened. Oh shit.

"Jakotsu, stop flirting with the poor kid," Another more masculine voice said from behind Jakotsu. Another boy walked up with long hair pulled back in a braid, but besides this utterly girly hair he looked quite normal. "Sorry boy, this little slut is such a flirt."

"Oh shut up," Jakotsu said, laughing, and punched the other boy lightly. He turned back to Inuyasha, the seductive glint in his eye had almost completely vanished by cheery politeness, but it was still there. "You're new here this year, right? Wait! Wait…don't tell me…" Jakotsu's face screwed up as he attempted to remember Inuyasha's name. The other boy sighed and walked straight up to Inuyasha.

"I'm Bankotsu," He said, shaking Inuyasha's hand. "The idiot behind me is my boyfriend. He doesn't mean anything by talking like that, his whole family loves doing the same thing. That's why he has so many brothers."

"…Inuyasha," Inuyasha finally said. He was surprised that someone could possibly be as confident as Bankotsu had been, telling him he had a boyfriend.

"Well, Bankotsu can be more heartless than the devil sometimes," Jakotsu snapped back. Then he realized something. "You're name is Inuyasha!" He cried out in triumph.

"What's going on here?" A cute little voice said. A rather short girl bounced up to them with large eyes and dark brown hair pulled up in a side ponytail. Suddenly, Bankotsu seemed annoyed and grabbed Jakotsu's arm.

"We're leaving," Inuyasha heard him say curtly. Jakotsu looked quickly at the girl and nodded. Inuyasha stared after them, wondering whether or not he should follow.

"A lot of the gays here hate me," The girl said sweetly as she came to Inuyasha's side. She cocked her head to one side and observed Inuyasha's profile. "Yep, you're definitely one of the hotter ones."

Inuyasha's head snapped to the side to face the girl. "Wha…? Aren't you supposed to, um…"

"Be lesbian?" The girl prompted. "It's okay, newbies here are sometimes afraid to say it. No, I'm the only one who's straight, but I'm the yaoi writer and drawer." She smirked rather evilly, though it continued to look cute with her small nose and round face. "You?"

"Inuyasha," Inuyasha said again. He wondered how many times he would have to introduce himself here, but Rin seemed like one of the girls who loved to gossip. Hopefully, she would spread the word about him.

Sure enough, Rin skipped away to the group of lesbian girls touching up on their makeup. Inuyasha saw one of them slap her buttocks, and she burst out laughing. He rolled his eyes; sure she was straight.

"Okay everybody! Let's gather 'round!"

That voice.

Inuyasha had heard that voice many times before. It would call out during class time and laugh down the halls. It whooped and hollered as it charged at other football players on the field. It cursed whenever its name was announced to be called down to the office, which was often. Inuyasha's eyes followed his ears in the direction of the voice. He knew exactly who the owner of that voice was, yet he was still surprised out of his mind.

There was Kouga Ookami, one of the "popular guys". He was a well-known jock and was drooled over and worshipped by the cheerleaders. He never worked in class but in the end it always worked out for him. All the guys respected him and beating him in a fight was a huge accomplishment for any of them. All of the girls were swooning over his shining smile that he would flash in their direction. But most of all, Kouga Ookami was said to be 100 straight.

Inuyasha saw Rin, Bankotsu, and Jakotsu all walk up to him and speak. Inuyasha was just about to give them the slip to get the hell out of the place and just leave when Kouga's eyes made a sudden move and then they were staring each other, gold met an icy blue that sent unfamiliar chills down Inuyasha's back and he could not bring himself to look away. He wasn't leaving now, he couldn't.

xXxXxXx

Going to the meeting in the new gym that day ended up being the best decision Inuyasha had ever made. His Dad was furious when Inuyasha came back late, way late, and demanded to know where he had been. Inuyasha wished he could say what he was, where he was, but in the end he just wondered why he was and lied, telling his Dad that he had gone to a friend's house and forgot to tell him. He was grounded. Duh.

The Yaoi and Yuri Student Committee was filled with people like him, except Rin. People who were different and wanted to be accepted, so they joined forces and held their own events, together. It was a cliché full of people from other clichés. Art freaks, band geeks, there was a dancer and some karate club members, etc. etc., and there was a jock. One very, very hot jock.

The Kouga in school and the Kouga in the club were quite different. The Kouga in school stopped and girl's lockers and smart-mouthed the teachers. The Kouga in school listened to the newest music with his friends and ran down the halls laughing and screaming, sometimes with his shirt off. The Kouga in always switched classes with his fellow jocks and would make the whole class burst into laughter. The Kouga in school was straight.

The Kouga in the club was the leader, the founder, actually. He filed his name and the request for the club under someone else's, though, Jakotsu's. The Kouga in the club showed a quieter side, and wasn't always hollering and keeping his image. He was surprisingly sweet, yet remained humorous and was still the center of attention.

The Kouga in the club watched Inuyasha. Inuyasha knew that, he caught Kouga's eyes sometime, and then the blue-eyed jock would quickly move his irises somewhere else. Kouga would look at Inuyasha when he was pretending to speak to the whole group, and though he tried to keep the piercing gaze Inuyasha would quickly move his irises somewhere else as well. The group would often go out after a meeting to ice cream or sushi, and Inuyasha would always suddenly find himself at the head of the line, first grab first serve.

Inuyasha quickly discovered that there were three types of meetings. Serious meetings, fun meetings, and a combination of both. The serious meetings were made to counsel—no, govern—no, encourage—no. Well, Inuyasha knew that the serious meetings were made to make him confident. They would talk about their history and how they had to endure being different, they would comfort each other and laugh about mean stories and insult the homophobes. Inuyasha felt better, but he still could use the word when all the others used gays and lesbos so easily in their speech.

Serious meetings were short.

Fun meetings longer, and the name described it all. The Yaoi and Yuri Student Committee held parties occasionally, and they would dance with everyone and there would be no worries. They aided each other with their homework, which was surprisingly entertaining with a movie playing and Ramen for everyone. And they actually got their homework done, which was saying something. Jakotsu also had an older brother who ran a gay club at the edge of town, so every month they would file in the subway and spend nearly the whole night there and return, tired and a few of them very satisfied.

Kouga had never truly gone up to him and introduced himself. But neither of them had to. Rin was Kouga's little messenger, sitting down to talk to Inuyasha, then scurry back to Kouga. Inuyasha could see him glaring at her, no doubt furious that she was being as obvious as she was. At the parties, he could feel Kouga's eyes burning holes into him but neither of them danced together. They hardly made contact.

But somehow, they knew everything about each other. Inuyasha knew Kouga played football, soccer, and fencing for the varsity team. He found out Kouga's AIM and email address, he found out his phone numbers and locker number and somehow he had memorized his whole entire schedule. And vice versa for Kouga.

Kouga knew that Inuyasha was new and had moved from China the previous summer. He knew Inuyasha's mother had died when Inuyasha was a child, he knew that the other "family", his father and brother, did not think much of him and often didn't acknowledge his existence. Kouga knew that Inuyasha didn't especially care for school, he knew every lecture Inuyasha endured, even when he began getting straight A's in an effort to stay in the club. And Kouga knew, by some odd means, that it was Inuyasha who had been so generous to donate 50,000 yen to help Kagura's little sister, the poor little girl who had needed surgery.

There were the little moments that Inuyasha could count. In the crowded subway buses, where the club took the chance to begin grinding, there was Kouga behind him. There was an awkward pause for the majority of the trip, both of them wondering what to do, and just before everyone filed out Kouga finally moved his hips against Inuyasha's. It had been thrilling, exciting, and whenever Inuyasha and Kouga caught each other's glances in the club that day they would grin slyly.

When Kouga spoke once of how, back in elementary school, he had a sweet little girlfriend called Ayame who dumped him when he confessed, he had made sure to sit next to Inuyasha and behind their backs their fingertips touched slightly. It was short, it was sweet.

"He's in love with you," Sango, a girl in the karate club, had whispered to him.

"You are sooo lucky," Jakotsu had whined, earning a glare from Bankotsu.

Inuyasha was finding this very annoying, not the fact that Kouga was "in love with him", but because Kouga wasn't doing anything. He would look in the mirror often, wondering if there was something wrong with himself that chased Kouga away. Inuyasha counted on Kouga to make the move, he knew that he couldn't. For some reason, he knew that Kouga could.

It was slowly nearing the end of the year, and now Inuyasha was becoming aggravated. He needed to think of something. Some heavenly being up there had to help him, or else he would just burst and do something embarrassing in front of the whole school…with Kouga. And that just would not do.

The help from the heavenly being popped into his head in the middle of another Wednesday meeting. Kouga sat brainstorming aloud something new they could do, as some sort of celebration for the upcoming end-of-the-year, when Inuyasha suddenly said loudly, "What about spin-the-bottle?"

Short silence, then:

"Cool."

"Oh damn, I'll have fun."

"Nice one, Yash."

"Dunno why I didn't think of that."

"Who here agrees I'll make out with everyone?"

But Inuyasha was waiting for Kouga's voice amongst the sea of praise and opinions. He lay on his stomach, leaning on his elbows and chin prompted on his fist. Kouga sat across from him, slightly on the left, with crossed legs and an unreadable expression.

"Yep, that's what we're going to do," Kouga said finally, with an air of conclusiveness. "Who will bring the bottle next week?"

For some reason, Inuyasha was feeling bold. "Why do we have to wait? We could just buy a bottle from a vending machine and chug it down, then use that."

"You are spinning with ideas, mah boy," Rin said with a smile. Someone whispered "corny bitch" and Rin glared around.

"…Okay," Kouga said quietly, a shy smile sneaking on his lips but he seemed to be trying to keep a straight face. "Chugging contest everybody, then we'll exchange some spit."

Everybody laughed and raced towards the nearest vending machine.

The first two people were Sango and her friend Kagome. Sango spun it and it landed between Jakotsu and Kagome, and since Sango was straight up lesbian and she couldn't stand Jakotsu she kissed her best friend since fourth grade squarely on the lips. Several people wolf whistled and the two girls broke up red in the face and laughing.

Afterwards, Inuyasha couldn't remember anything. He could remember when he grasped the bottle with shaking heads, eyes trying to flit around everywhere except Kouga, but the very minute he flicked his wrist to make a ferocious spin Kouga caught his eye and he could not look away. He remembered himself lost, drowning in the ocean, the vast sky of blue in Kouga's eyes. He did not, however, remember who the bottle actually pointed to, but if it wasn't Kouga nobody had bothered to point it out.

Kouga tasted wonderful. Inuyasha found the taste of the soda Kouga had chugged, and a warm fiery feel contrasting beautifully with those icy eyes. He could feel Kouga's staggering breath, matching his own and it made such a nice rhythm. Inuyasha felt like he had an appetite now, he was wholly addicted and very, very hungry for more of Kouga.

This was what Inuyasha remembered, tasting, hearing, smelling the musky football sweat smell, but not truly remembering the sights. But it didn't matter.

"My parents don't know about this," Kouga said quietly. After the meeting, after everybody else left, the two stayed behind outside, leaning against the cold of the exterior and keeping close together. "My friends don't either."

"Neither do mine," Inuyasha whispered back. "Well, I mean my parents. All my friends are in… here…yeah."

"When I knew about it, I was really scared," Kouga said, breathing into Inuyasha's neck and causing shivers to run down his spine. He knew what Kouga meant, by the words when I knew about it. "The person I was before I was gay is still the person he is now, but now I feel like my body is shared by two people. It's weird."

"I understand," Inuyasha said.

"Good, then say it."

"What?"

"It feels awkward to say I'm gay, but you have to," Kouga said, "It's like accepting yourself."

"I already have accepted myself!"

Kouga chuckled. "What a stubborn puppy." Inuyasha glared.

"Oh come on!" Kouga egged on quietly. "If you do, you might get a little achievement award. Something for your…good behavior?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Inuyasha sniggered and looked at Kouga's face. It was true, the sides of Kouga were both real, he wasn't pretending to be either. Kouga was the loud jock and popular boy, but he was also the leader of the Yaoi and Yuri Club Committee. He saw straight, he thought gay, he was a good person through and through. He would be…great.

"I'm gay."

"Hey, guess what? I am too!" Kouga said, "Let's go!"

And the sounds of the two boys laughing and scuffling around could be heard throughout the night. There were their little adorable moments, soft kisses and touches, and then there was a true test of strength as they mock-wrestled each other and Kouga slammed Inuyasha to the ground, claiming his "reward." The air smelled of cigarettes and the ground was slightly muddy, the night was cloudy and a tad bit too chilly, but to Inuyasha, it was perfect. And he was proud to say: He was a gay in The Yaoi and Yuri Student Committee.