Howdy! I know it's been a while since I updated, but trust me, you'll like this. After all, good things come to those who wait.

Oh, and I've been watching Death Note again 3 That series kicks ASS. If you haven't seen it yet, you totally should. And Paradise Kiss

Now, on with the show!

Disclaimer (I haven't done one of these in awhile, so might as well, they do them automatically now on I don't know the people that Rumiko Takahasi does already. But what IS mine, IS mine. So boo ya.

…I'm Rick James, Biatch!!!

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"Why do they teach us this stuff, again?" Moriko's handwriting read on a note she had just passed Umi. "I think it's so they can keep us locked up in this place a little longer." Umi scribbled down, passing the note back. Sensei Fumio was dragging on about something, and scribbling on the board. Umi wrote down her notes as usual, trying to keep her position as Top Student believable. Moriko was sitting back comfortably in her desk, not really paying attention to the teacher, but her best friend. Umi was wearing the same thing as everyone else, but she looked amazing in it. Moriko sighed, etching on her paper a drawing of Umi. It looked more like five year old drew it, but she didn't care. She knew she wasn't born a Foujita. (A/N: Tsuguharu Foujita was a Japanese painter; most of his popular work was from early to mid 1900s) She stared at the picture, and then at Umi, whose desk was just two over. "What I wouldn't give to be that chair." Umi looked back at her friend, giving her a smile. She was thankful Inuyasha had kept his word, not telling Umi about her sexual preferences. But then she almost wished she had, so at least she wouldn't have to worry about it. Just to have her living in ignorance of her affection.

"Miss Haruko," Sensei Fumio slapped his ruler on her desk, "are you even pretending to listen to me?" his thick glasses leaning and his (lack of) hair ruffled. "I'm sorry, Sensei." She muffled, sitting up in her seat more. Umi giggled lightly, and then turned back to the front as Sensei Fumio rambled on.

Umi was in the middle of a note, when she felt something on her back. She quickly turned around, but nothing was there. Shrugging it off, she continued, when she felt something reaching around and grabbing her breasts. She squeaked a bit, just to see a very sexy (and shirtless) Kiyoshi. He smirked, slightly rubbing and pinching her breasts. She sighed deeply, trying not to make any strange, arousing noises. "Doesn't he have something better to do?" Umi thought, returning to her notes despite his actions. "No, besides, I'm rather aroused by you in that uniform." He spoke inside her mind, lowering his hands down to her skirt. She smacked one of his hands, just to have the other be ignored. "I need to pass this class, so if you don't mind," "I do. You shouldn't have been so careless last time. I know your weaknesses." He licked around her ear, making her shudder.

"Sensei, may I please use the rest room?" "Miss Izanami, you know I have strict rules about leaving my class-" "I'M HAVING MY PERIOD!" She blurted out, which almost everyone burst out laughing. Sensei Fumio blushed, rubbing his mustache a little, "I-I see. Be quick then." He then returned to the unruly class, settling everyone down. Umi quickly grabbed her bag and walked out, Kiyoshi's form behind her.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" he smirked, walking by her side. Umi just ignored him, heading towards the bathroom. "I'm going in here. You are not. I don't need some pervert I hardly know playing high school voyageur." She grumbled, stalking into the bathrooms. Kiyoshi sighed, following her in anyway. "That bitch expects me to follow her? Stupid wench. Naraku's a useless bastard, leaving me to distract this woman. At least I got some enjoyment out of it," he smirked, hiding until he saw Umi come out and wash her hands. He then grabbed a hold of him, ramming her into one of the stalls, kissing down her neck. "K-Kiyoshi, no!" she shoved him off, only to have him shove her harder against the stall wall. (A/N: Hey, that rhymes!) "You'll not get away so easily. I have lots of free time with Naraku away," he then stopped, realizing what he said. "I knew you were connected with him. You look exactly the same." "But I'm much sexier, don't you think?" he rubbed her crotch against his, his arousal very easy to find. "Besides, he's just a wishy-washy pianist. He gets his genius from me."

"So how did you come into his life?" she just stood against the wall, as he worked his way on her. "When Naraku was young, he was a rather talented kid. He played piano and violin like no other, and he was a rather smart student." "So what happened?" "Well, you see, since Naraku was out playing so much, he hardly saw his parents. So whenever he did, that meant the world to him. The same with his parents towards him. However, that all changed about sixteen years ago. The day his parents died."

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"Naraku-Chan, are you coming or not?" A middle-aged man with short, brown hair approached a small, medium-length, tamed-hair Naraku. "Wait, I have to go grab my new teddy bear!" "But honey, we're going out together to get a new bear. That one's so old and torn up." "But I love it, mommy! You got it for me when I was born!" Naraku pouted, crossing his arms. A woman with long, black hair and piercing purple eyes came out of the car, and picked up her son. "Hurry back, ok? Daddy and I will be out here. But hurry, the stores might just run out." She winked, then setting him down. Naraku giggled running back to their large estate. He knocked on the door, where a young looking middle-aged man answered the door. His hair was silver and long, with a hint of blue. "Yes, Mr. Yami-Chan?" His expression was rather laid-back, and kind. Naraku stepped back a bit, confused. He didn't remember his father talking about Mr. Izanagi coming to the house, especially while they were gone. The man suddenly, grabbed the boy, shoving him inside the house. Naraku screamed and yelled, but Mr. Izanagi just carried him along.

Finally, he shoved Naraku into a closet, among many coats and such. He slammed the door, and made a click. The door was locked. "I suppose it's pointless in me telling you this, since you will die after all this, but I'll humor you. We've taken control of your fathers' company. In fact, we've taken all his money, and now it's in my name. The only thing left to insure this is for your parent's demise. But don't worry, little Naraku. You'll also be up in the sky with them." He gave an evil laugh, with his foot steps trailing off. Naraku screamed and pounded on the door, "Somebody! Somebody, please, help!" Naraku screamed, trying to get a response. Then, he heard the most horrifying reply he could get: gun shots. Naraku's eyes got wide with fear and shock. He pounded and screamed more, but to no avail. He tried over and over for the lock, but he didn't have anything to use. After the gun shots stopped, he just sat there, unable to move. He couldn't breathe.

"It's ok, Naraku... I am here." A soft voice called. Naraku looked around, trying to find a source. "Who's there?" he stood up, looking around. "I am your friend, Naraku. I'm here to help you. Just open the door." Naraku gave a puzzled look, turning the knob. The door was open. He got out, seeing a tall male, with tan skin, long messy, black hair, and bright yellow eyes staring at him. He gave a comforting yet creepy smile, motioning the boy towards him. Naraku slowly stepped towards him, keeping their eyes locked. Naraku reached out his hand, "Let me be with you, Naraku, and you will never be lonely again." "B-But I have friends, don't I?" The other laughed, cold and heavy, "I'll be your only friend. Everyone else is out to get you, Naraku. Just look at Mr. Izanagi. But don't worry about him. I'll make sure he and everyone else never triumphs over us again…."

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"Wait….so Sesshomaru's father killed Naraku's parents, and that's why he's so rich?" Umi blinked, when Naraku finally stopped groping her. "Yes, he did. Sesshomaru, however, doesn't know this. I'd prefer if it stayed this way." Umi sighed, "Very well. Now excuse me, I have to get back to class." Kiyoshi worked his hand up her skirt, "You aren't doing anywhere. I still need my release." "Then get it somewhere else, I have a title to uphold." Kiyoshi smacker her, "You stupid wench. You don't realize it, do you? I promised Naraku that I'd always have him on top. And you, my dear," Kiyoshi drew out a knife, "are not." Umi gulped, trying to morph into the wall, "But he's in college, way out of high school, how am I compared to him??" "Your musical talent and spirit challenge ours. Now we simply can't have that, now can we?" Kiyoshi smirked, holding the knife close to Umi's arm. "I was made to have Naraku distract you originally, but it seems I have to do things the dirty way," Kiyoshi kissed her lips, practically shoving his tongue down her throat.

Umi bit his tongue and kicked him in the groin, running out. Kiyoshi yelled loudly inside her mind, "You'll regret this, my dear, you'll pay. You'll pay dearly." Umi just shook her head and kept running, finally reaching back to her class. Everyone gave her a weird look, and Sensei Fumio raised his eyebrow, "Thank you for rejoining us, Izanami, please take your seat." Umi bowed, and went to sit down. She sighed deeply, trying not to shake the rest of class.

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Umi slumped against her gym locker. P.E. was her last class of the day, and she was much too tired to help clean the school like everyday. She slipped back on her uniform shirt, and closed the locker, heading out the door. She tried to sneek past the gates, when Sesshomaru walked up to her, pulling her close. "Leaving without a goodbye kiss?" He smirked, patting her head. Umi rolled her eyes, then remembered what Kiyoshi had said. "Sesshomaru, I need to talk to you." "Yes, I use extra large condoms." "I'm trying to be serious, I-"

Suddenly, Umi's cell phone rang, "Hello?" "Umi, hey, did you get out of cleaning duty?!" "
No, actually, I was going to skip," she whispered into the phone, trying not to be too noticed, "why?" "You haven't spoken to any of the teachers, then?" Moriko's breathing got heavier, sounding like panic. "No, just calm down, Moriko! What's going on?" Umi smiled weakly.

Time stopped.

"Umi, something's happened."

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gasp-o-rama Oh noz, what happened!!! I guess you'll have to see, now won't you? P.S. I gotta get some reviews to actually inspire what's happening.. tell me your prediction! I love people's comment. Reviewers get a Johnny Depp plushie, and a Suncoast gift card, w00t!