Title: Raining Crimson
Summary: Jukoman is the best rated school in the world. (For juvenile delinquents that is) Everyone that attends there has been kicked out of their other school and sent there for extreme crimes. Some murderers, drug dealers, gang members, so what will happen when Kagome, President of her school, future valedictorian, Cheerleader, gets accused of a crime, she didn't commit and gets sent to Jukoman? PLEASE R/R!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha...I simply write my own versions, so please don't sue me! I'm broke anyway!!
Chapter 1: I'M INNOCENT!
Blood.
Splattered on the walls.
Scarlet dripping from the mirror.
Crimson seeping into the beige carpet.
Dead.
Screams.
"You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney...
you have the right...
you have the right...
Black. Dark.
"WHAT?!" The raven haired girl was wearing an orange jump suit, sitting across the small table was another woman that had on a gray suit.
The woman blinked her aquamarine eyes before pushing the bridge of her glasses back up on to her nose.
"I said, you're being charged with 1st degree murder." The said woman calmly. She bent over and pulled something from her briefcase before swiftly tucking a lock of her long auburn hair behind her ear.
The raven girl calmed down slightly.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"My name is Yoshiro Yuetama and I am you're lawyer." The woman stated simply. She opened the manila folder that she had pulled from her leather bag before. With in it were files on the case at hand.
"Wait a minute, I'm charged with murder? How..." The raven haired girl drifted for a moment in thought.
"I know this must be hard on you Kagome, but I need to know if you killed you're mother..."
"MOTHER? That's who they think I killed? I LOVE MY MOTHER!" Kagome screamed. Somewhere in her heart she knew that her mother was dead all along but she didn't want to admit it.
"How...How did she die?" Kagome asked in a shaky voice.
"I don't think you want to know this..." Yoshiro warned.
"TELL ME!" She screamed.
"Alright...she was shot twice in either leg...and then hacked to death with an axe." Yoshiro said slowly. Kagome's eyes welded up with tears.
She started hyperventilating as she held her sides in her arms.
"Members of the Jury, how do you find the defendant?" The judge asked after the jury members came out from the conference room.
One of them, a man with long black hair that was pulled back at the nap of his neck, pointy ears, and orange tinted eyes stood up to read the verdict.
"In the charge of murder in the first degree...Guilty." He stated simply.
"Because you're a minor and you have no previous record, I sentence you to Jukoman where you will stay for 10 years before being eligible for parole." The Judge slammed his gavel down and dismissed the court.
That's all Kagome remembered from that day, the entire trial besides that was a blank, she had known there had been one, but it just went in on ear and out the other. She didn't blame her lawyer, who was now fighting for an appeal, no Kagome knew that she had done her best...But now, she was heading to the worlds top institute for troubled young adults. She was in the back of a police car, still in her orange jump suit, her hair was a disaster because she hadn't been able to wash it in a few days. It was pulled back with a rubber band at the back of her neck. The handcuffs around her wrists were starting to create a line along her wrist, not to mention it was hard to sit back in her seat with her arms back there.
They pulled up to the front gates and the police officer helped her out. He walked her up to the front doors, the entire mansion like place was surrounded by a tall watch tower, huge brick walls and barbed wire, so...she might as well have been in a prison. The Cop pushed the button on the intercom.
"I have brought the new arrival." He said. He had sort of, curly brown hair and dark green eyes. His grip on Kagome's arm was strong, and firm, yet gentle enough not to scar the teenager.
"Come right in." The intercom spoke back, and like magic the huge front door creaked open.
A/N Please review!!