Okay, so this is my first story here on fanfiction. I've written parts of this story three years ago, so right now I'm translating everything to english. English is not my first language, so if you find any grammar mistakes, please let me know. Reviews are also more than welcome.

Well, I hope you like it! Enjoy!

Chapter One

Babysitter? Yea, well, I don't need one anymore. When I was eight years old, my mom got me the weirdest babysitter ever. Yes, I said weird. He had to babysit me until I was about twelve years old. I believe he was around seventeen years old at that time. Not like I cared. I hated him. Yuck. He always brought the same friend with him. Watched TV until late at night. Bunch of weirdoes. And now? Now they're famous as fuck. Touring all over the World, arrogant as shit.

I still hate them you know. They bullied me, put me to bed at 6 so they could eat everything that was in the house. They could eat whatever they wanted. On top of that, they had to cook for me. Can you believe it? A bunch of teenage losers, cooking for an eight year old. Always pizza. That was the only thing I liked about them.

And now, even though I don't want to, I am with a friend here. She thought it was necessary to go to their concert. To participate in a contest. To win that contest. And above all: to bring me to their fucking concert. Why me?

I look around and all I see is a bunch of crazy obsessed fans. They all have to go early, so they can be in the front row. Hell no, not me. I won't ever drool over those fuckers, ever! A headache comes up. Why do all these girls have to scream as if they are going to get killed..

When the concert is finally over, the fans keep screaming that they want more. As if they're coming back on stage. Hah. My friend drags me along. I almost forgot she won backstage tickets. I mentally curse at myself for even coming along with her. I don't want to. I don't want to see those who ruined most of my childhood.

After a while some guy takes us to them. On the door it says '….'. I giggle, 'what a stupid name' I think. I see my friend almost fainting of excitement. "Sango! Get your shit together. Stop acting like an idiot!". I have to hold her so she won't fall down.

They're laughing. They're laughing at us! Sango giggles. Yuck. The more I think about them, the more I hate them. My legs are tired so I let myself fall on the nearest chair. Before I even know it, the guitar player sits next to me. 'Great..' I think. "Hi!" he says, "I'm Inuyasha." He has this smile on his stupid face which he probably finds very sexy. Well, I don't. "I know" I say without even looking at him.

"Yea, I thought so." He laughs, "Who doesn't know our names when going to our concert!"

"I knew you before this."

"Huh?"

"If you think I'm here for fun, you're wrong. I'm just here for my friend."

"I don't follow.."

"Well, that's too bad, right?"

"Keh, forget it then!" he says as he gets up and walks away.

I sigh, 'Why did I even say to Sango, she knows I don't even like them..' Not much later the singer sits next to me.

"Hey."

"Hello."

"Why did Inuyasha seem so angry just a minute ago?"

"Ask him."

"Oh.. Okay.. I am Miroku by the way." He holds out his hand to shake mine.

"Well, I know. You used to get paid to torture me." I giggle. I wish I didn't.. He must think I like him.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No."

"I'll help you, an eight year old girl and babysitting."

"Oh my god! Are you serious? I can't believe I get to see you again!"

He looks a bit too excited to my liking. He calls out to Inuyasha. Full of enthusiasm he starts telling him who I am. Inuyasha's face lights up. "Keh, you've uhm.. grown."

"Well duh." I say, "It's been like 7 years since the last time you saw me."

"That makes you nineteen now, am I right?"

I decide I've already said enough so I shut my mouth.

"You really don't like us.." Miroku pouts.

"You think?"

"Well, we want to make it up to you. What do you think?" Miroku looks almost scared asking.