A/N: Yes, I am basing this off of the Korean drama, Boys over Flowers. I started it yesterday and I just had to write something about it, and the plot came easily. It was just what anime I wanted to use for it that was the hard part. So I settled on making it an Inu fic. Please review and tell me what you think, I enjoy the feedback and I'd like to know if it's something that should be continued. I appreciate it! XOXOXO

Disclaimer: I don't own the Boys over Flowers plot or any of the characters from Inuyasha.

Boys Over Flowers: Inuyasha Edition

Chapter 1

Aubrey was the epitome of just not belonging… not at all. She and her sister had just been uprooted and flown half way around the world to another country, Japan of all places, and as far as she could see they all stood out like a sore hand. They were all olive in complexion, while everyone up and down their little block were paler than pale. The Holloways resided on the somewhat poorer side of town, which of course Aubrey didn't mind. To her, money couldn't buy a person happiness. Yes they could use a better house, one that didn't need so many repairs, money could pay for her mother's health expenses, send her and her sister to better schools, help her father pay all their bills. But Aubrey already had what she needed, and that was a loving and supportive family, so what more could she ask for?

Her mother stayed at home constantly, if she wasn't shuffling to and from the clinic for her medications and therapies, and her father owned the small bookstore beneath their house where she helped out at every day after school. School… Aubrey had been content attending the same school as her sister on their side of town, and had been that way since they relocated from Texas almost six months ago. That is until her mother, doing whatever it was she could find to pass the time while confided to her house, had entered her eldest child into a raffle to attend the most prestigious high school in all of Japan, Tashio Preparatory Academy. The richest of the rich went there, and with her looks and that form of educational background, her mother felt there was nowhere the girl couldn't get to, the sky was now the limit!

Aubrey had been skeptical of course , her parents had split them up from the rest of their family and now they were threatening to split her and her sister up as well? Not only that, but she had heard rumors from girls at her school that the tuition for Taisho Prep was so expensive she could sell her body to the highest bidder in Japan and it still wouldn't be enough. She wondered if things could possibly get any worse, and because she had asked to nicely, the universe heartedly with a hell yes and fuck you too. Because her name was drawn in that raffle, and she was shipped off to the school so quickly it left her head spinning. Her sister, Amberlynn, was of course distraught to see her sister leave her. It wasn't like she spoke to anyone other than her sister while they were at school, she didn't see the need to because they were better at facing their problems together than apart. But she was eager to watch her sister succeed. They were siblings, yes, but were so opposite one wondered if they came from the same house. Aubrey was outspoken, strong, and talented while Amberlynn was shy and quiet and preferred living in her sister's overbearing shadow more than anything.

Aubrey had been reluctant to get out of bed the first day of school, for obvious reasons. And she would've stayed huddled under her covers for the rest of her life if her mother and sister hadn't came crashing loudly through her bedroom door, yelling and demanding for her to get up so she wouldn't be late.

"I don't want to go!" Aubrey all but complained as her mother dragged her out of bed by her foot.

"Can you please just be a grateful daughter for once? You've been complaining since the day you were born!" The older woman scolded as she dropped her child onto the floor. "This is the chance for you to make a name for yourself in the high society and find yourself a rich husband! And find your sister one too!" Her mother continued to rant as she gathered her daughter's uniform from the bag it hung in behind her room door. The mother Holloway had hung it there earlier in the week, saying that if anything happened to such an expensive piece of clothing (because she knew her daughter was that hateful and would completely destroy it), she'd shave all her hair off while she slept.

Aubrey continued to lay on the floor as her mother and sister hurriedly gathered her school things, seemingly far more excited about the whole ordeal than Aubrey herself was. "Well, you've been complain' since I was born too. And who says I want a rich husband? I want a man who works hard for what he has, not someone who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the whole world in his crib." The girl countered scruffily.

" 'brey, get up." Her sister gently chided, her frown causing creases to form in her forehead.

Aubrey had to think long and hard about what she wanted to do next. Did she want to finally get up and get ready to face the world she had no interest at all in entering? Or fling herself out her bedroom window and pray that the fall would in deed kill her? "Alright, fine." She groaned, groggily crawling into the bathroom.

The girl dressed with skill, she'd seen enough magazines (meaning she doodled all over her sister's magazines) with school uniforms (her old school didn't offer uniforms, thank god) to know how to put those things on, leaving her hair in a wild mess of unruly raven curls, and not even bothering to glance at any of the makeup like her mother had suggested. Aubrey, much like her sister and mother, already had fine skin with its own hints of blush and naturally long lashes. So she didn't see the need in putting effort into looking good when she didn't even want to go to that stuck up school to begin with. It would be a miracle if she didn't break out in a rash from all the snobs she was going to be surrounded by.

"Oh Aubrey," Her mother sighed. "You're not even going to brush your hair?"

Aubrey looked back at the women coolly as she gathered her things into her cow pack, shaking her head. The motion made her curls go in even more of a disarray than they were already. "Not at all, but…" She picked up a few cow accented barrettes and pinned her bangs back from her face. "I will wear these." She said giving her mother a thumbs up, her dark green eyes shimmering with mischief.

The older woman rolled her eyes, tightly folding her arms at her chest as she wondered how had she managed to give birth to such an insolent child.

"Here, you need these." Amberlynn said, handing her sister her shoes, a worn pair of black cowgirl boots. She smiled as her sister's face lit up like the Texas country sky.

"Thanks 'Lynn. Oh, if I don't leave now I'll be late!" Aubrey said as she glanced down at her watch. The girl slipped into her boots, grabbed her pack off her bed, and was down the stair and out the door before her mother could pelt her with last minute suggestions towards her appearance.

Aubrey stared in disgust as she stood before what had to be the most obnoxious place in all of Japan. Tashio Prep looked like it was made of some medieval castle (picture something clean from a child's fairy tale), with miles upon miles of lush green grasses. All around her were preppy girls with illegally short skirts on, not that her own skirt wasn't short, and guys with far too much time on their hands. Even the air around the school was stuffy and stuck up, Aubrey unconsciously scratched her neck. She could already feel the hives coming along. She pulled out the map she had been given when the head master, a very handsome fellow with abnormally long silver hair and markings on his face, had stopped by to greet the raffle winner and drop off her uniform. The impression he had left on her mother alone was a definite answer that her daughter was going to take her ass to that school and a find a husband. She scanned over the map and sighed. The school seemed even larger on paper, it was like its own little town with its large iron gates. Shutting out all the people who were deemed poor and not good enough, people like her. And so she walked around blindly for lord knows how long, making herself all the more lost.

"I hate this place already," She grumbled aloud. "Could this place be anymore obnoxious?" She huffed to no one in particular. Aubrey wondered if she had ventured off campus grounds as she traveled where there were no large groups of girls talking about all the money they had spent on one pair of shoes or a pair of earrings, no boys talking about all the girls they had slept with and the various (non)interesting things they had done to them. There was just trees… lots and lots of trees, and for a moment she was taken back at how serene and tranquil everything was, surprised that such a place existed on the school grounds. She was all but convinced she had left into some uncharted place in Japan with no cellphone reception where she was going to get mauled by rabbits and bears, where they would never find her body… until she spotted a student sitting on an ornate bench with a book in his hands.

He was dressed in a crisp white suit and a single blue tie. Aubrey had only seen people dress that good on their wedding day, and wondered why in the hell would someone who was dressed so nicely was out in the middle of the woods of all places reading. Did the school not have a library? Were the students so rich they had people read to them? As she took a step closer, Aubrey noticed the guy looked an awful lot like the head master. Same long silver tresses, beautifully glisten golden eyes, but instead of indigo markings on his cheeks like the head master's, his were magenta.

"Excuse me," Aubrey said all to southerly. "Do you know where the dance hall is? I'm new here and not familiar with all these buildins' on the map." The guy looked up from his book, his golden eyes all but narrowing to her studyingly as he pointed in the direction she had been heading in. His eyes traveled down her body, and for the most part she appeared like a student at his school… all the way down to her off the wall choice of footwear. He arched a brow at the rather unfeminine pair of boots on her feet. "K, Thanks!" She waved as she left him alone to read.

After locating the true purpose of her going to that school, and she had to admit the people on TV had been right, that school had the best dance program in the entire country, and the dance hall was by far the most beautiful place she'd ever seen. Imported mirrors, the floors was made of some glossy wood she couldn't even pronounce correctly. She had decided to leave her new safe haven, even though she would've preferred to just dance in the hall for the rest of the school term, and return to the main buildings before she was late to her first class. For the most part she had gone unnoticed, and that was perfectly fine with her, as she navigated back with less trouble than she had earlier. The last thing she wanted was a bunch of rich kids all in her face, wondering where she came from and why she spoke so funny.

Aubrey was halfway to the front entrance when a swarm of screaming fangirls went running past her. Aubrey was nearly knocked off of her feet as the swarm of 'plastic riches' passed her screaming things like "It's them!" and "They're finally here! It's the T5!" Aubrey frowned, at this rate she'd be lucky if she made it to any of her classes on time. It was like the entire school, mostly girls, had crowded in the front entrance courtyard to meet this mysterious group. The girl wondered if there were famous celebrities also attending the school as well, that too wouldn't surprise her. Were they some form of Japanese boy band she would never in her life listen to?

"Move out of my way!" Some girl rudely pushed her way passed Aubrey, and she had half a mind to snatch the girl back by her hair but stopped when a limo pulled up and five exceedingly well dressed (and highly overdressed) guys got out.

Aubrey had to shield her eyes they were shinning so brightly, and all the girls around her seemed to eat that up. For the most part they all bore stoic expressions on their faces, like they were used to that form of treatment everywhere they went. With the exception of two, one grinning and waving to all the girls fawning over him, and the other with a self-satisfied smirk. The one in the center of them all, his red eyes narrow and fierce, as he parted the crowd like the red sea. She recognized one of them, the one in the crisp white suit, as the one that was outside reading. His expression hadn't changed much in the passing handful of minutes that had gone by since she'd last seen him, and wondered how he'd gotten from the woods to the limo before she'd gotten to the main building.

'Maybe these rich bastards have money for magic too,' She snickered.

The man in all white stood broadly next to someone clad in an all red suit, his features similar to the taller boy to his right.

"Naraku-sempai," A girl no shorter than Aubrey without her boots on, approached the king of all stuck ups. He glanced down at the girl, a scowl forming on his face, as the girl continued to beam innocently up at him. "I made this for you… please accept it." She shakily held out a small cake. It was covered in fluffy cream cheese icing and strawberries, Aubrey wished she could make something so appetizing.

The large crowd muttered, wondering what in the hell the girl was doing giving the president of the T5 such an unworthy gift. And said person, this Naraku guy, scoffed at the cake, knocking it effortlessly from the girl's hands. The girl's affections shattered with her cake, and she tried her hardest to maintain her friendly aura although she wanted to burst into tears right there on the spot.

"Don't you ever waste my time like that again." Naraku scolded. "And clean that mess up."

Aubrey gasped as the others laughed at the poor humiliated girl. Could rich people honestly be that cruel and heartless to not even accept an innocent cake? What the hell was wrong with these people? But more importantly, what had her mother gotten her into?