Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own Diabolik Lover or its characters; that right belongs to Rejet.

Author's Notes: I had to research Japanese history (unpleasant history) for a part of Kagome's journaling. It serves her purpose of anger. Which I can currently relate to. Here is the honest answer to those who keep PM'ing me to ask who I am pairing Kagome with. I DON'T KNOW! And at the moment, my muse and she are not wanting any of them. So if youdo not like that, I politely ask you to turn around and leave now because I don't see the point in you wasting your time and mine.

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Blue eyes narrowed in consternation as Kagome kicked at her bed violently. Midterms had come and gone, June was only a few days away, and she was ready to strangle people. One of whom was her friend, Yuka. Feeling a scream claw its way up her throat Kagome buried her face into her pillow and let it out, glad it was muffled as she kicked even more violently at her bed.

Once she was done screaming and kicking, feeling exhaustion start to spread through her body, Kagome shifted and rolled. A hand was grasping her Diary on the way to her lying on her back. With the ease of practice, Kagome unlatched the cheap lock and flipped it open to a blank page as she sat up. Crossing her legs as she took a deep breath, Kagome slid the pen from the little strap on the binding, used her mouth to uncap it, and began writing.

You know, Diary, I am just about ready to enact the Final Days of the Shimabara Revolt of 1638! With the Sakamaki's, Mukami's, and one Kino (who oddly is a Sakamaki?) as the poor revolters while I will be the Shogunate Army. And while it is only eleven people versus the thirty-seven thousand, I have a feeling it would be cathartic! But then again, I am well aware of my limitation and inability to probably stomach harming another soul, let alone seeing that much blood.

Now that I have that out of my system (I hope!) let me explain, old friend, what has triggered this.

Kagome paused and lifted the pen from the page as she organized her thoughts. Only to blink when a soft knock on her door drew her attention.

"Come in, mother."

When the door opened and revealed her mother, smiling warmly at her, Kagome knew why she was there. Shifting and setting the pen in her Diary, Kagome closed it and set it off to the side and out of sight of her mother. She knew that her mother would respect her privacy, but neither her grandfather nor her little brother had, and now she was very paranoid about it.

"Are you feeling better?" Her mother asked.

Tilting her head to the side, Kagome tilted her head as if thinking before returning her mother's smile and nodding.

"Good, because you had both your grandfather and brother flinching as they watched their evening show in the living room," Her mother quipped. "And your kicking caused the floor to thump and the living room hanging light to shake, young lady."

Feeling a bit embarrassed by her mother's slight admonishment, Kagome hung her head.

"Want to talk about it? Or should I wait for another day?"

At this, Kagome nibbled lightly on her bottom lip before shaking her head no. The furrowing of her mother's brow said she was worried but would respect her choice. Without another word, Kagome watched as her mother left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her. Silently sending a prayer to the Gods for having such an understanding, patient and accepting mother, Kagome picked up her Diary and opened it. She needed to get her thoughts out before they started to become toxic.

Sorry, mom popped in! So, as I was going to say, the week of Midterms and following were as if I was in my own personal hell. I mean, the Sakamaki's were more aggressive than before to the point I actually had to hide in the councilors office. And that didn't make things better, but when I worry about my own physical well-being, they are crowding me either individually or together. I do believe it was well warranted.

One of the exams was a group effort, and I got stuck with Kino and Kou Mukami. I knew who Kou was thanks to Yuka and a few other girls who dragged me to their lunch table. When he sang, his voice wasn't too bad, but I preferred classical music and traditional shrine music, dammit! Even if it makes me more of a freakish outsider, I like what I like!

I want to say I am a patient person; I really do since I have Souta. But man, the arrogance he displayed for that two hours in class. He almost made Ayato seem tamed with his God Complex! Only to be criticized by Kino after answering that I didn't like guava juice. Safe to say that I didn't take it well, it was day three of the damn exams, and they were an all-night affair. And the day before, Reiji had been rather rude because I had been polite in turning him down for a study date.

Did these guys not get it? Did their father not teach them anything about social interaction? What was polite in public and society as a whole? I. Do. Not. Think. So! But I digress since that seemed to set the flow for everything that seemed to come after that. Phys Ed was with Yuma and Azusa (at this for this quarter), and both seemed to either stare intently at me (causing the fine hairs all over my body to stand on end, creepy!) or ignored me completely. Confusing, complex, and still just as annoying. However, Azusa seemed to give that creepy vibe that Kanato did.

Now, normally I can deal with the antics of teenage boys who think they are all that, but seriously, those tactics only work on females who are besotted, shallow, or lacking any intelligence. Then there was Ruki... eldest brother of the Mukami trio. I have no clue how they are related, but Yuka was whispering that the Sakamaki boy's father, Tougo, adopt them.

Ruki Mukami left me feeling as if I was a tiny little animal and was a very large predator who wanted to make nice and leave me broken. I know that is a weird thing to be feeling, but like I have stated several times since first stepping foot into that school, I get a strange feeling that is getting progressively stronger as time passes? I am unsure, Diary, of what it is or why. But Ruki spoke to me as if I was an equal, someone he was interested in. Yet, at the same time, he talked down to me as if I was nothing to him. A passing fancy or interesting subject matter that would be abandoned.

If there is one thing I really dislike, that is it. I am not an object to be owned and discarded. Nor am I something to study like a science experiment. If there were a way for me to gather all eleven of those boys together and zap them into reality, I so would! But that is pure fantasy, nothing more than a pipe dream, right, Diary. Oh well, I can dream, and I know it. Now I need to take a shower and get into bed.

With that, Kagome put the cap on the pen and slipped it back into the small loop. Snapping the small book closed and hearing the click at the lock's simple latch clicked into place. Letting a little smile dance across her lips, Kagome slipped the Diary under her pillow and stood up. It was time to get ready for bed.

Four pairs of eyes focused on the fifth member of their little school board, each with a different level of surprise and shock registering in their depths. The information Karlheinz had dropped on them had caused them all to go silent. Which, they could see by the glint in his eyes, let him know he was correct.

"You were told not to poke around Miss Higurashi, Karlheinz," Kouga growled as he curled into the tabletop, carving small furrows into its smooth surface.

"Yes, well as to that, I had to look into who my boys were interested in."

At that answer, a heavy blanket of Youki settled over the four at the table, causing them all to look at Sesshomaru. Who was sitting behind his desk, steepled hands hiding the lower part of his face? It made for a very uncomfortable situation.

"I do not care, Karlheinz, we had an accord, and you have overstepped what was agreed upon," Shippo hissed as he stood up. "It is none of your business; we warned you to tell those heathenistic bastards of yours to stay away."

The moment the words were spoken, the Youki became thicker, almost smothering.

"Enough, it is done," Sesshoumaru stated in a very calm, collected voice. Making the four at the table visibly flinch away. "You are not wrong in what you stated. She is from a very old and influential family that openly practices the Shinto teachings and, in the past, had some prominent and strong monks and priestesses."

The smile that graced Karlheinz's lips as if he won something at that admission was instantly wiped off as Sesshoumaru was suddenly by him, pinning the blond Vampire in his seat and leaning in.

"Let me make this clear; if anything befalls Kagome, I will personally kill you. Making it very slow and painful. And all those of your bloodline, as you have done to Geisbachs family line with your little Endzeit disease. Your title is only for show as I needed to focus on what is needed, do you understand?"

The small nod that Karlheinz gave as he looked calmly into red-tinted gold eyes. Sesshoumaru arched a white eyebrow before standing straight and slowly going back to his seat.

"I do not want this information given to your brood."

Again Karlheinz nodded while the other three seemed to slump in their seats as the oppressive Youki vanished as if it had never been there. Their eyes on the Vampire, wondering if he would continue to meddle.

"I cannot control those boys; their mothers did a deplorable job of raising them," Karlheinz stated. "But, I will caution them to back off since the young lady has gone to the Student Councillor and made a complaint."

The others were well aware that the person was a descendant of Jakken, who filled that role under a self-created illusion to look human. They'd all felt the sharp jolts of divine energy when Kagome got emotional, and it didn't bode well to this current timeline being saved if she awakened while in an angry emotional state.

The eleven of them were pissed, to say the least, as they all sat in the living room silently. Kagome had been rather vocal that day; of course, none of them would own up to making her screech like a banshee at them. It was fascinating to them to see how her normally cheery facade dropped, replaced with a frown as her face turned a deep shade of crimson, how her blue eyes had flashed with anger as she had verbally cut them all down, insulting them as nothing more than spoilt children.

The spicy tang to her normally clean and sweet scent had triggered in each of them a deeper need to break her, claim her. Instinct was a powerful thing when hunting, but to have the prey fightback was not normal. Especially when it made that same instinct that cried to claim and break her, say kill her.

There would be no words as they all knew they needed to tread carefully. Since their father and creator had just told them to back off as he'd been taken to task after being told that she had gone to the Student Councillor about them pressuring her, making her fear for her safety. None of them could forget the sight she made in her fury in the middle of the cafeteria as they had all clustered around her for lunch at the table she sat at with her friend and the other brainless, love-struck females.

Her final words were ones of challenge, even if she hadn't intended it. But telling them all they'd never have a chance with her, even if hell froze over that she couldn't stand or abide being near such arrogant, controlling and possessive, immature children.

TBC!

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