A/N~ I'm starting another fic, when I have so many to finish still. I am so
friggin pitiful. Oh well.
Disclaimer: Me no own, now leave me the hell alone you damn gold diggers.
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The smoke in the small apartment was thick and lingered in every room. Laughing was heard, brainless, stupid laughing from humans and youkai. They were mindless at the moment, the pot responsible for it. It didn't matter what they did, nothing mattered, nothing ever had or will matter to the group.
A boy with long silver hair, golden eyes, two triangle dog ears walked into the room. He looked about 17 and had well toned muscles. He wore large baggy black pants, a red shirt, and a black bandana that had cuts in the top for his ears. There were chains on his pants that rattled when he walked. He looked around at the pot heads sitting or laying around on the floor. He walked over to the human girl who held the joint and toke it away from her. He toke a long drag before throwing it to the ground and putting it out with his shoe.
"Hey Inu Yasha." A boy said.
"Miroku." Inu Yasha yelled.
A boy with violet eyes and a small black pony tail sat up from his lying position on the couch. He wore baggy dark blue jeans, a dark purple shirt and a black bandana like Inu Yasha's. "Nani?" By his eyes Inu Yasha could tell he was not high, for his eyes were not red.
"Why do these bastards have pot in my apartment. I am not going back, haven't I made that clear to you?"
"I know all about your hatred of prison Yasha." Miroku said. "I'm not sure who brought it, I was talking with my sweet Sango..."
A hand came down and smacked Miroku across the face. The hand belonged to a girl with long black hair which was worn in a high ponytail and magenta eyes. She wore black UFO pants and a tight black tank top, she also had a black bandana on.
"Fuck Miroku." She yelled. "I can't take a nap without you inviting everyone over and getting high. I told you no. You know my old friend Kagome is coming to stay with us and what do you do? Have a little fucked up party were you all can get baked. She doesn't know that I'm in a gang and she doesn't much like them either."
Inu Yasha pulled a boy who had passed out of the couch and sat down in his spot. "Is she one of those 'I'm little Miss. Sunshine and want to save the world.' I never knew you had those type of friends, they're mostly pregnant by the time they're 16."
Sango glared at Inu Yasha. "Are you dissing Keiko because she's preggy. Keep talking shit and I'll make sure you are never able to produce children."
Inu Yasha snorted. "Isn't that why you have Mirkou, torture him."
Miroku shook his head. "No, I'm a good boy, leave me out of this."
Sango looked at Mirkou. "If you lay one finger on Kagome I will rip both of your arms of."
Miroku looked down. "Yes mommy."
"Good, now get these people out of here." She then stomped out of the room leaving Inu Yasha and Miroku alone to get rid of 15 people who were either passed out or to out of it to notice anything around them.
"What's up her ass?" Miroku asked.
"She's hella bitchy, must be PMS." Inu Yasha suggested.
"Must be. While you were out she ate half a pound of chocolate and went on a drawing spree." Miroku picked up a large scetch pad and handed it to Inu Yasha. Inu Yasha accepted it and looked at the drawings. As always, they were beautifully done and well scetched. Inu Yasha sighed mentally. He always felt guilty about the way things turned out and always blamed himself. He he hadn't met Sango back when they were 5 none of this would of happened.
Sango always had art going for her. In pre-school, while the rest of the kids couldn't even stay in the lines of a coloring book, Sango was already sketching anime, small simple anime of course. As she got older the simple anime become more detailed and beautiful. She started drawing landscaps and people, anything that aught her interest really. Inu Yasha always believedthat if it wasen't for him she would be at some school of art studying. He knew Miroku felt the same way he did.
Inu Yasha closed the book and set it on the coffee table after pushing another limp body off of it.
He knew Miroku could of made something great of himself also. He knew that Miroku wanted to race but now couldn't with his record. He probably would of moved to America to become a huge drag racer, but that never happened. Now, every once in a while Miroku would go out to an abandoned spot with other racers and street race. He always won and brought home plenty of yen everytime he raced. If he wasen't busy with the gang then he'd be working on his black 68' Mustang. He even named the car. 'Sango.' Mirkou had been in love with Sango since, well, forever and the same around. With Miroku's wondering hands and Sango's pride, nothing ever seemed to work out but they still loved eachother deeply, no matter how many times they denied it.
"Hey." Sango yelled twirling a pair of car keys around her index finger. "I'm gonna go pick up Kagome at the airport. I'm taking your car Miroku and don't bother arguing. I think I should have the right to drive a car named after me. I'll be back whenever. Ja."
"Later." Inu Yasha called.
"Take care of my baby." Miroku told her.
"I'll take good care of the car." Sango assured.
"I'm talking bout you." Miroku winked at her.
Sango rolled her eyes and left. The sound of the car engine was heard and then her burning rubber down the street. Sango was always a fast driver. Dangerous too.
Inu Yasha looked around the room once more. These people, were his gang, well, not all of his gang. There were about 500 memebers altogther, this was just a small group of them. He sighed aloud this time. Everyone had something they could of been great at, exept him. His father had dies before he was born. Hell, his father didn't even know his mother was pregnant and he was full blood Inu Youkai. His mother died when he was 5, leaving him with his halfbrother Sesshoumaru. Sesshoumaru was 19 at the time and hated Inu Yasha because he had human blood running through his veins. When Inu Yasha was 13, he ran away and lived with Miroku and Miroku's aunt Kaede. She cared for them until they were 16, when she died of cancer. After she died everything went down hill and so this gang started. 'Shikon no Tama' Thoughit didn't seem like a tough gang, they were the most feared gang in Tokyo. Many of the Shikon's memebers had killed memebers of other gangs for no reason at all. Inu Yasha not being one of them.
When Inu Yasha was 17 he meet a girl named Kikyo. He fell in love with her and thought she loved him too, that was until he caught her sleeping in his bed with the leader of another gang. The leader was Naraku, the two had hated eachother since they were very young and that hatred had only grown stronger.
'She never lover me.' Inu Yasha thought sadly. 'The fucking skank.'
Inu Yasha was drawn out of his thoughts when he felt something small crawl onto his lap. He looked down to sse a small boy with orangish red hair staring back up with him. "What Shippou?" He growled.
"Whats wrong Inu Yasha?" Shippoe asked curiously.
"Nothing."
"Don't seem like nothing."
"I assure you, it's nothing."
"Oh, okay then." Shippou gave him a small smile before jumping off his lap and laying down beside him. The moment his eyes closed he was fast asleep.
Shippou was only 5 years-old. His parents were murdered by the Hiton Brothers when he was 3. His parents were apart of Shikon no Tama and so that's why they were killed. They didn't even have the guts to show their faces, they drove by with masks on and shoot. Another drive-by. Shippou was with them but was not injured because his mother gave her life to save him own by covering him with her body. Sometimes at night Shippou would whimper or cry in his sleep so he started to sleep in Sango's bed so she could wake him up if he started remebering that day since she was a very light sleeper.
Inu Yasha smiled slightly at the kitsune. The small boy put on a tough act since he had been around gang memeber all his life but inside he was a shy boy who had a sad past.
Miroku looked down at Shippou and smiled. "He misses them alot, poor kid."
Inu Yasha nodded. "Yeah, he does."
"Well, I guess we better clean this place up before Sango gets back. I remeber the last time we didn't do what she said." Miroku's eyes shifted to the side of the room where a large boomerang sat.
"Guess so." Inu Yasha said and started to pick up cigarete buds and beer bottles along with Mirkou.
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A/N~ So, how was it, good bad? What? I need to know. If it's not good then I won't bother writing anymore but if people like it then I will. Review people.
Disclaimer: Me no own, now leave me the hell alone you damn gold diggers.
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The smoke in the small apartment was thick and lingered in every room. Laughing was heard, brainless, stupid laughing from humans and youkai. They were mindless at the moment, the pot responsible for it. It didn't matter what they did, nothing mattered, nothing ever had or will matter to the group.
A boy with long silver hair, golden eyes, two triangle dog ears walked into the room. He looked about 17 and had well toned muscles. He wore large baggy black pants, a red shirt, and a black bandana that had cuts in the top for his ears. There were chains on his pants that rattled when he walked. He looked around at the pot heads sitting or laying around on the floor. He walked over to the human girl who held the joint and toke it away from her. He toke a long drag before throwing it to the ground and putting it out with his shoe.
"Hey Inu Yasha." A boy said.
"Miroku." Inu Yasha yelled.
A boy with violet eyes and a small black pony tail sat up from his lying position on the couch. He wore baggy dark blue jeans, a dark purple shirt and a black bandana like Inu Yasha's. "Nani?" By his eyes Inu Yasha could tell he was not high, for his eyes were not red.
"Why do these bastards have pot in my apartment. I am not going back, haven't I made that clear to you?"
"I know all about your hatred of prison Yasha." Miroku said. "I'm not sure who brought it, I was talking with my sweet Sango..."
A hand came down and smacked Miroku across the face. The hand belonged to a girl with long black hair which was worn in a high ponytail and magenta eyes. She wore black UFO pants and a tight black tank top, she also had a black bandana on.
"Fuck Miroku." She yelled. "I can't take a nap without you inviting everyone over and getting high. I told you no. You know my old friend Kagome is coming to stay with us and what do you do? Have a little fucked up party were you all can get baked. She doesn't know that I'm in a gang and she doesn't much like them either."
Inu Yasha pulled a boy who had passed out of the couch and sat down in his spot. "Is she one of those 'I'm little Miss. Sunshine and want to save the world.' I never knew you had those type of friends, they're mostly pregnant by the time they're 16."
Sango glared at Inu Yasha. "Are you dissing Keiko because she's preggy. Keep talking shit and I'll make sure you are never able to produce children."
Inu Yasha snorted. "Isn't that why you have Mirkou, torture him."
Miroku shook his head. "No, I'm a good boy, leave me out of this."
Sango looked at Mirkou. "If you lay one finger on Kagome I will rip both of your arms of."
Miroku looked down. "Yes mommy."
"Good, now get these people out of here." She then stomped out of the room leaving Inu Yasha and Miroku alone to get rid of 15 people who were either passed out or to out of it to notice anything around them.
"What's up her ass?" Miroku asked.
"She's hella bitchy, must be PMS." Inu Yasha suggested.
"Must be. While you were out she ate half a pound of chocolate and went on a drawing spree." Miroku picked up a large scetch pad and handed it to Inu Yasha. Inu Yasha accepted it and looked at the drawings. As always, they were beautifully done and well scetched. Inu Yasha sighed mentally. He always felt guilty about the way things turned out and always blamed himself. He he hadn't met Sango back when they were 5 none of this would of happened.
Sango always had art going for her. In pre-school, while the rest of the kids couldn't even stay in the lines of a coloring book, Sango was already sketching anime, small simple anime of course. As she got older the simple anime become more detailed and beautiful. She started drawing landscaps and people, anything that aught her interest really. Inu Yasha always believedthat if it wasen't for him she would be at some school of art studying. He knew Miroku felt the same way he did.
Inu Yasha closed the book and set it on the coffee table after pushing another limp body off of it.
He knew Miroku could of made something great of himself also. He knew that Miroku wanted to race but now couldn't with his record. He probably would of moved to America to become a huge drag racer, but that never happened. Now, every once in a while Miroku would go out to an abandoned spot with other racers and street race. He always won and brought home plenty of yen everytime he raced. If he wasen't busy with the gang then he'd be working on his black 68' Mustang. He even named the car. 'Sango.' Mirkou had been in love with Sango since, well, forever and the same around. With Miroku's wondering hands and Sango's pride, nothing ever seemed to work out but they still loved eachother deeply, no matter how many times they denied it.
"Hey." Sango yelled twirling a pair of car keys around her index finger. "I'm gonna go pick up Kagome at the airport. I'm taking your car Miroku and don't bother arguing. I think I should have the right to drive a car named after me. I'll be back whenever. Ja."
"Later." Inu Yasha called.
"Take care of my baby." Miroku told her.
"I'll take good care of the car." Sango assured.
"I'm talking bout you." Miroku winked at her.
Sango rolled her eyes and left. The sound of the car engine was heard and then her burning rubber down the street. Sango was always a fast driver. Dangerous too.
Inu Yasha looked around the room once more. These people, were his gang, well, not all of his gang. There were about 500 memebers altogther, this was just a small group of them. He sighed aloud this time. Everyone had something they could of been great at, exept him. His father had dies before he was born. Hell, his father didn't even know his mother was pregnant and he was full blood Inu Youkai. His mother died when he was 5, leaving him with his halfbrother Sesshoumaru. Sesshoumaru was 19 at the time and hated Inu Yasha because he had human blood running through his veins. When Inu Yasha was 13, he ran away and lived with Miroku and Miroku's aunt Kaede. She cared for them until they were 16, when she died of cancer. After she died everything went down hill and so this gang started. 'Shikon no Tama' Thoughit didn't seem like a tough gang, they were the most feared gang in Tokyo. Many of the Shikon's memebers had killed memebers of other gangs for no reason at all. Inu Yasha not being one of them.
When Inu Yasha was 17 he meet a girl named Kikyo. He fell in love with her and thought she loved him too, that was until he caught her sleeping in his bed with the leader of another gang. The leader was Naraku, the two had hated eachother since they were very young and that hatred had only grown stronger.
'She never lover me.' Inu Yasha thought sadly. 'The fucking skank.'
Inu Yasha was drawn out of his thoughts when he felt something small crawl onto his lap. He looked down to sse a small boy with orangish red hair staring back up with him. "What Shippou?" He growled.
"Whats wrong Inu Yasha?" Shippoe asked curiously.
"Nothing."
"Don't seem like nothing."
"I assure you, it's nothing."
"Oh, okay then." Shippou gave him a small smile before jumping off his lap and laying down beside him. The moment his eyes closed he was fast asleep.
Shippou was only 5 years-old. His parents were murdered by the Hiton Brothers when he was 3. His parents were apart of Shikon no Tama and so that's why they were killed. They didn't even have the guts to show their faces, they drove by with masks on and shoot. Another drive-by. Shippou was with them but was not injured because his mother gave her life to save him own by covering him with her body. Sometimes at night Shippou would whimper or cry in his sleep so he started to sleep in Sango's bed so she could wake him up if he started remebering that day since she was a very light sleeper.
Inu Yasha smiled slightly at the kitsune. The small boy put on a tough act since he had been around gang memeber all his life but inside he was a shy boy who had a sad past.
Miroku looked down at Shippou and smiled. "He misses them alot, poor kid."
Inu Yasha nodded. "Yeah, he does."
"Well, I guess we better clean this place up before Sango gets back. I remeber the last time we didn't do what she said." Miroku's eyes shifted to the side of the room where a large boomerang sat.
"Guess so." Inu Yasha said and started to pick up cigarete buds and beer bottles along with Mirkou.
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A/N~ So, how was it, good bad? What? I need to know. If it's not good then I won't bother writing anymore but if people like it then I will. Review people.