DON'T HATE ME PLZZZZZZ! Summer classes and work were keeping me captive. I'm trying with all my might to keep this going no matter what because I deeply LOVE Glee and Inuyasha. Me own nothing….

AN: REMEMBER THAT THE CLUB IS EVERY MONDAY AND WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON.


Foreigner

MONDAY AFTERNOON

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"Ahhh. First day of practice." I must admit: I was thrilled. Who wouldn't be? There are two hot bods that await me in that spacious chorus room. Girls equal love to me. As I exit my last class, sure enough three lovelies stood across the hall on the locker. All were POMS. I knew two from experience…experiences: Koharu (my favorite second year) and Shima (my favorite fourth).

"Heeeey Miro," Koharu purred as she and Shima made their way over to me. Out of the two, she was the most outspoken one especially in bed. Shima, on the other hand, was more conservative compared to her cohort. She was also the less mischievous one. Both had pros and cons but I didn't care about that. I'm not planning on dating either one anyways.

"Hello, my beautiful POMS. Those uniforms look extremely ravishing on the two of you might I add." Both girls smiled in approval, of course. Simple lines tend to work on their types. I begin my walk to the chorus rooms and all three girls follow, of course. I offer the two, Shima and Koharu, an arm as they walked beside me.

"You're such a gentleman Miroku!" Shima exclaim. "Where are you going? The exit is closest that way."

"Well darling, I have practice today," Miroku replies with a flashy smile that melted both girls.

"Practice? I thought soccer practice began in March?" Koharu asked suspiciously.

"I have glee practice," he proudly replies. There was a little snicker in the back. Miroku shifts his head backward to eye the third wheel who looks off to the side. "Never seen her before…"

"MIROKU!" Said boy turn to the girl to his right: Koharu. "You have to quit! That club is for weirdos who are conceited enough to think the world specifically rejects. They're pathetic and no one takes them seriously!"

"Honestly." Shima agreed.

"I'm not weird, doll. Beside, a little musical freedom is good for the soul." Miroku relinquish the girls' hand as he reached his destination. The girls were right though. The buzz of the club had died down over the weekend and people seemed to care less about the club and more as to people it actually consist of. Jocks and POMS were especially spiteful to the club members who were lower on the social stairs (Kagome, Inuyasha, and Shippo).

"Fine but remember we are always here for you." And with that the two turned and made their leave. Miroku watched as they continued their walk and then turn his eye to their friend who was only a few feet away. The girl wasn't looking at him but pass him, into the room behind him, he realized. "She seems dazed. I wonder if she realizes she's being left. This gives me the chance to take in her beauty. And what a beauty she is *whistle*!" His whistle seemed to startle her and break the girl from her gaze. She blinked a few times before coming to the conclusion that her tour guides left.

"Oh hey Miroku," Kagome said as she popped her head from the room. He turned and smile at the girl. Kagome's face lit up when she saw the girl staring some feet back. Inuyasha was next to appear at the doorway.

"Oi! Can we get this thing started?! It's 3:17 and asshole in here, AKA SESSHOMARU, is gettin' pissy!"

"You recruited someone?!" Kagome asked Miroku while jumping with glee (pun.). He returned to looking at the confused cheerleader. "Well I didn't necessarily recruit her. I guess she just kind of—"

"Stalk you?" Inuyasha implied, now looking at the girl. She frowned in disapproval and, as politely as she could muster, flipped him off before turning on her heels and walked away. "Whore," he mumbled and went back inside.

"You're killing our chances of popularity!" Kagome exclaimed and went inside as well. Miroku stood for a little while more before shrugging the whole incident off. "That ass! *whistle* Mmmm only Buddha knows that was that most delicious as to walk this earth.


"This is some shit. Just great," muttered a woman in her mid-thirties as examine five rows of cheer girls and boys perform warm up exercise. She was quite a sight: black hair which she kept up, slim figure, sultry red eyes, and a killer attitude, literally. Aside from being the cheer coach for the past ten years, she was also the Vice Principal. She was also very livid at the moment. Not at them for a change but because of the email she had just receive through her phone.

"What's wrong Coach?" Shima asked while stopping on her last set of push-ups, completely breathless.

"The moron that owns this is school is announcing friggin' budget cuts on the athletic program to make room for a new fine art club thingy. First, he barely gives two shits about the school, none the less, the fine arts, now he wants to play Captain- Save-A-Hoe," the coach replies more to herself than the girl.

Koharu finished up, breathless as well, and looked onward at her coach confused. "What does that matter to us? Aren't our sponsors outside source? Plus we win trophies, you know the gold things," she said smartly.

"Yeah but our source are exactly school appropriate," Coach mumbled so low the girls couldn't hear. "Why the hell are you two just standing there?! You were ten minutes late so run me a hundred laps each!" Both girls groan but didn't make hesitate. She looked around a realized something was missing. "Uheri! Tokko! Where is the foreigner?!" Shima and Koharu stopped and look at one another.

Not a minute later, the foreigner came rushing through the gym doors. All eyes laid on her but she was used to it by now. The coach made her way to the brunette girl, swiftly yanking her ponytail. "Where were you?"

The foreigner roughly took her pony back and narrowed her eyes before replying "Je suis tellement désolé pour mon retard, entraîneur! J'étais perdu." The coach rolled her eyes, "English Sureiyā."

The girl looked at the two who had left her then back at the coach with an iced expression, "I was lost, Ms. Kagura."

Kagura sighed, "Those two idiots." "Well you're here now and late. You are just responsible as the other two so that's a hundred laps. Now go." The girl merely nodded and went her way. "The girl barely been here for a week and show a more promising future than the rest of them. I can finally thank Naraku for something now. Nah, fuck him."

Once the three were finished with their laps, the foreigner actually ran two fifty-two so that they could all finish on time, Kagura began with the actual strenuous practice.


LOCKER ROOM

"Hey foreigner!" Koharu called to the girl sitting down across the locker room. Practice had end thirty minutes ago and the girls had finished showering and redressing and were now exiting. The girl had not begun her shower yet, feeling a tad self-conscious.

She rolled eyes and looked at Koharu, "You can call me by my first name you know. I don't mind."

"Whatevs. You're on laundry duty this and next week," Koharu stated while slipping her shirt on.

"Why exactly?"

"Because I'm future cheer head and you're new and younger," she replied triumphantly as Shima nodded in agreement.

The foreigner looked confused before pointing over to another girl in a white button-down and khaki slacks. "Isn't that her job?"

"Yeah, well now it's yours."

"I'm sorry I can't do that."

"And why hell not?!"

She shrugged and replied, "I don't believe in bullying." Koharu and Shima burst into tears of laughter.

"Bitch, do the laundry. C'mon water girl." Koharu, Shima, and the white girl left, leaving the other girl in her lonesome to finally shower.

"Well that was quite rude." The girl then stripped out of her clothes, grabbed her shower radio, and began her shower.

"Back to the jams with Power 98.7! Now is Emeli Sande with her song 'Next to Me'!"

She hummed to the beat as she continued her wash. Then slowly began singing along.

"When the skies are grey and all the doors are closing
And the rising pressure makes it hard to breathe
When all I need's a hand to stop the tears from falling
I will find him, I'll find him next to me

Next to me – ooh hooo
Next to me – ooh hooo
Next to me – ooh hooo
I will find him, I'll find him next to me

When the end has come and buildings falling down fast
When we've spoilt the land and dried up all the sea
When everyone has lost their heads around us
You will find him, you'll find him next to me

Next to me – ooh hooo
Next to me – ooh—"

SSSWWOOSSHH

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The girl yelled as she turned around to face her attacker, automatically getting into a fighting stance. Modesty was not in her best interest at the moment.

"So you sing, huh? And quite well at that." In front of her was the most wick woman at the moment: her coach Kagura. "Your first name?"

The girl stance slightly relaxed and then realization donned on her that she was unclothe. She reached for her towel since Kagura kept the curtain at bay. "What?"

"What is your first name?" Kagura asked once more stepping a little closer resulting in the girl stepping back. "I have plans for you." A sinister smile appeared.

"This is sexual harassment Madame." Her back was uncomfortable pressed against the faucet and she held the thin towel to her modest chest for dear life, though it hardly her mid-thigh. Kagura simply continued her walk forward until she was merely inches away, looking down at the girl who honorably stood brave and glared back. "Sureiyā Sango. Happy?"

Kagura's smile only spread. She took steps back until Sango was the only girl in the shower. "Tomorrow, I expect for you to meet me in my office before your first class. Are we clear?"

"Ruby," Sango replied and watch as her seemingly confused instructor left the locker room.


So Sango was the mystery transfer girl all the way from chapter one who Inu encounters! (Girl crush alert: sorry if I may place emphasis on her)

Sango is a first year in 3A along with Inuyasha (she's kinda blonde). She's a transfer (duh). She was speaking French in this chapter. As with everyone else, her past will later be develop. She's a POMS yaayyyaayay (I figured out of all the girls, she's more realistic as a cheerleader with her athleticism and flexibility. Plus she's sassy! These are cheer requirements.) Her voice is sultry like Naya Rivera.