CHAPTER ONE

It was a cold day. Harsh winds blew. The streets were empty with only hobo's waltzing around begging for money from anyone who happened to walk by.

Tokyo.

It is said there was a better life in Tokyo. Whoever said that was wrong. At least...in HER perspective. Humans. Demons. Halfbreeds. They were suppose to be free in Tokyo. That's what the ad in the paper had said anyway. And her mother was gullable enough to believe it. Her mother. A concubine.

She had no purpose in this world. She was born with no reason. Only out of a pair of two demon's lust for one another. If she went into the open, she would be mobbed. Attacked. Killed. Demons were banished and shunned from the world as she knew it. Few demons that actually had a heart were lucky enough to either have spirtual relationships, or able to grab some of the famous formula for disguises to hide their demonic features. Many of which were halfbreeds. She had no money. No health relations. No friends. No family. She was alone. All alone. Just a useless demon cast into the darkness of self doubt and pity.

Two figures in black suits slowly walked up the ally ignoring the rain ruining their uniforms. They stood in their still civilized and political posture as they neared the girl crouched down into a Christmas tree box. She cracked her eyes open and smiled to herself. They were here to kill her. Finally. She would be freed from this hell.

"Miss," one of the figues spoke reaching into his jacket, pulling out a badge, "we would like to hire you to obtain information for us. We are with the D.C.P.F."

The girl stared up at the man a moment. The D.C.P.F., huh? She'd heard of the Demon Control Police Force before. "Why me?" she whispered, barely audible. "I myself am a demon. Why do you not kill me and end my miserable life?"

Lighting crashed down loudly illuminating the girl's venemous green eyes which were hitted by her filthy, mud-encrusted red bangs.

"Because," the woman began, "the suspect may not be a demon. He may be a human. He may be a halfbreed. We know only of your species, wolf girl. Your canine blood should give you an exceptional smelling ability. We need you to investigate on this man to find out if he is a demon or not."

The girl slowly crept back into the box apparently disappearing.

"You didn't answer my question. Why do you not kill me?"

The two exchanged slightly confused glances for a moment before turning back to the girl. "If you complete this little...mission, you will be declared a freed demon."

The girl's head shot up at this fully exposing her face. They still hadn't answered her question but the reward was more than she could bare.

"I'll take it."

"Good," the man spoke pulling out a small phone, extending his hand to her. "Keep in touch. Our names are Naraku and Kagura. Agents #506 and 709."



*T.T*



"Sir, Sir. Sir, It's time to awaken," a soft voice called out gently rocking the lump wrapped up in blankets in the bed. A loud groan sounded in the room before a loud yawn.

"Go away," he growled yawning again. The maid sighed getting ready to pull the sheets away. Suddenly the door slammed open. The figure jumped as the maid quickly left sensing a fight.

"Kouga! Get your lazy ass out of bed, NOW!" an angry woman's voice screamed. Kouga braced himself as the woman kicked him off the bed. He groaned again and lifted his body from the covers. A man walked in quickly kneeling next to him. Kouga held out his hand taking the overed one. Immediantly his figure seemed to shift a bit. His awkward ears smoothed out and the lazy fang hanging loosely from his mouth shrank.

"Damn, Kikyo, do you have to KICK me out of the bed?" Kouga groaned standing up. Kikyo gasped flushing a bit before running out. Kouga smirked shaking his head. "Silly woman...by the way, thanks Miroku. I guess the spell wore off last night."

Miroku sighed crossing his arms in disapproval as Kouga walked over to the dresser pulling on a brown shirt over his bare chest. He didn't understand what bothered Sango so badly when he woke up. He was covered, after all. Or-at least in THAT area.

"Well the spell would last longer if you would stop drinking and smoking, Kouga. It's bad for your health."

Kouga smirked pulling out a cigarrate from his pants pocket and lighting it. He brought it to his lips breathing deeply before releasing the smoke. Miroku waved his hand around clearing his 'area'.

"Health, smealth," he made up a stupid excuse getting Miroku off his back. "As long as it keeps me calm," he muttered sticking the edge in his mouth.

"I'm a demon, I'll heal, so I'll smoke and drink all I fuckin' want to, got it?"

Miroku sighed. Most would hate being a demon. But nope, not Kouga. The only times he was afraid to show his true self was during the day, when cameras were constantly in his face along with reporters. He didn't really get it. He wasn't even a rock or pop star, yet he seemed to pull attention to himself.

"Keh, if the stupid wolf wants to get himself killed, let 'em," an arrogant voice spoke out as he grasped Miroku's hand. The boy in the doorway's silver hair faded black as the two ears shrank only to reappear at his sides as normal ears. His amber eyes glowed red a moment before turning a deep violet. He released Miroku's hand and patted his shoulder as a way of saying thanks.

"So..." Kouga called out from the bathroom, "what's on the agenda for today?"

Inu Yasha rolled his eyes and walked out muttering something inaudible about 'models' and 'wolves'. Kouga ignored him shaking his head muttering something inaudible about 'girls' and 'dogs'.

"...and that should be about it," Miroku finished. Kouga's head snapped from its sudden gaze outside.

"Can you repeat that?"

Miroku sighed shaking his head. "I said... we're going to be bringing in three girls to spend a month here. We got a comment a few weeks ago that we don't give a damn about your fans so Kikyo and I-"

"You brought Kikyo in on this? Aw, damn, Dog-face is gonna have my head," Kouga groaned inwardly. Miroku silently glared at him as he walked out. Just two minutes passed in the halls.

"PERVERT!!!!" and a loud slap was heard. Miroku lay immobilized on the ground. Kouga stuck his head out the door for a moment and shook his head.

"What an idiot."



*T.T*



The girl stared at the other boywith their arms half way extended towards the center of the counter. Both were determined to reach their goal first. As one blinked the other reached for the center. The other quickly pulled the item away stuffing it into her mouth.

"Ha!" Souta shouted swallowing the toast. Kagome glared at him evily before grabbing her pack and stomping out the door.

"Kagome!" a voice yelled out. Kagome turned around and stopped as Yuka caught up with her.

"Hey, did ya' hear about the contest?" she asked excitedly. Kagome stopped raising a brow.

"Contest?" She was always up for a challenge with her friends to see who would get chosen, if anyone.

"Yeah!" Eri added walking next to them. Ayumi followed quietly at their side.

"So-fill me in!" Kagome shouted impatiently. The three giggled at Kagome before Yuka answered.

"You know those three guys?"

"You mean-the super-hot-sexy-god like-trio?"

"Yeah, them-anyway, there's a contest going were three lucky girls get to stay at their mansion for a month!"

"Or guys," Ayumi added nonchalently. Eri and Yuka made disgusted faces at the thought of men wanting to be with other men.

"What?" Ayumi asked at their stares. "There's nothing wrong with it. It's all just opionion."

Kagome coughed loudly and she ran a good ways in front of them walking backwards.

"I, Higurashi Kagome will win the contest to be with the three guys my three friends are overly-obsessed with, for a month!"

The four broke into giggles as they continued for school. Kagome turned around so quickly she bumped into someone who fell down in unison with her.

"Oh, excuse me," the girl muttered as she stood helping Kagome with her books.

"That's alright...no biggie," Kagome muttered back as she stood. She looked the girl over a moment. "Excuse me, are you new? I don't think I recognize you."

Kagome stood up grabbing the last of her books.

"Um...yeah, hi, I'm Sango. Just moved, in fact."

"Oh," Kagome responded dully smiling. 'Must be a senior,' she thought to herself.



*T.T*



Kouga sighed contently flipping some shades over his eyes shielding them from the tanning light. He heard a bottle open and a cool liquid touch his chest.

"A lil' lower, darlin'," he said to the servent next to him. Sometimes he loved being rich.

"Kouga!"

Kouga jumped at the loud voice. As he sat up his shades slid off one ear exposing a wide, surprised blue eye. Kikyo stormed up to him with her hands on her hips.

"Just what the hell are you doing? You're up in an hour!"

Kouga set his shades back and lied back down onto the recliner. "I am getting ready."

"You call tanning you're already tan body getting ready?!"

Kouga smirked. He always set up the light just to piss her off. He knew his skin wouldn't darken unless burnt, and wouldn't pale unless someone scared him shitless.

"And do you have to put on that stuff?!" she shouted eyeing the grease-like substance the girl was smearing over his chest. Kouga raised an arm effortlessly pulling his shades off as he sat up. The girl moved behind him and began massaging his shoulders.

"For your information," he started in an annoyed tone eyeing her back, "it's good for the skin, and it attracts more viewers. Plus it smells pretty good too."

Kikyo fumed stomping her foot. "Don't tell me that shit smells-"

Kouga raised his palm to her face. Kikyo backed up a moment before nearing it. She grabbed his hand.

"Hm, jasmine, not bad. But I prefer bell flower."

Kouga snorted pulling his hand away. "Only because 'kikyo' is a 'bell flower'," he muttered as he laid back down onto the sun bed. The girl sat down strandling him before massaging his chest. Kikyo groaned turning away.

"Sometimes you're worse than Miroku."

"Oh, bite me," Kouga joked out finally loosing his will to argue. Kikyo opened her mouth tapping her teeth together to make a 'bite' noise before walking out. Kouga snorted as he grabbed the girl's hands.

"No, like this," he moved the motion of her hands.



*T.T*



Kikyo stomped through the mansion determined to get the three ready for their shoots. She made her way up hall until she came to the room she visited the most. She practically hammered the wall down before it opened. Inu Yasha eyed her.

"What do you want, witch?" he asked teasingly. Kikyo rolled her eyes. Sometimes it seemed like they all were ganging up on her.

"First of all, that's Miss Witch," she joked back making him smirk. Every now and then Kikyo was up for a good laugh. She snapped back suddenly, "your shoots are in an hour. Be ready or else..." she left the threat hanging in the air as she made her way to the next room. The door was unlocked...

"MIROKU!!!!!" she shouted. The three girls lying on his bare chest squealed with embarrasment. Kikyo stepped in a pointing a finger to the open door.

"OUT."

The three girls stood and quickly ran out, luckly, still dressed. She slammed the door shut and turned on the lights. "Oh good God..." she groaned eyeing his half naked body. "What a pimp..."

Miroku coughed loudly ignoring the obvious insult. Suddenly Kikyo seemed to be fuming. "Do you really expect to get any money with HICKEYS all over your neck to your chest?"

Miroku snorted as he sat up pulling on a shirt. "They'll go away eventually, cool your jets."

"But your photo shoot is in less than an HOUR!"

"Then I'll use a little foundation. Nothin' a lil' make-up can't fix. And they'll start to fade off by tomorrow when we draw for those three girls to stay here for a month."

Kikyo sighed and walked out. "Just get ready. You're modeling sweaters."

"Again??" Miroku complained. "Man, how come Kouga gets to do all the bathing suits?"

"Because he has the body," Kikyo answered loudly as she walked out.



*T.T*



Kagome yawned loudly as she rose from her bed. She rubbed her eyes before shooting up. "Shoot! I overslept!!" she shrieked in a low tone before stopping. "Wait-it's Saturday, oh, stupid me."

Kagome yawned again. 'Well,' she thought, 'now I'm officially awake, I might as well get up.'

She walked down into the kitchen only to be find Souta already up. "Hey, what're you doin' up so early?"

"Watchin' da news."

"What would be..."

"-and now back to you Tsukiko."

"Thank you Yukimoto, as for the current 'going on's', the famous modeling company has sent out the letters for the winners of the contest. Ladies, er, or gentlemen, if you find a letter in your mail box, congratulations!"

Kagome snorted. "As if I'd win. I just entered that because Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi did. I mean-we're up against the entire female population of the world!"

"Kagome!" her mother called out from the laundry room, "Can you go get the mail for me? I need to catch up on our bills!"

Kagome groaned and and looked around seeing all of their neighboors checking their mailboxes. "Whatever," she muttered. She walked down to their mailbox and opened it to get their bills and daily junk mail. She pulled out everthing and lazyly filed through it, slowing down when she came to a particularlly interesting letter. She quickly ran back into the house.

"I WON!!!!!!!!! I WON!!!!!!!!!! OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH!!!!!!!! I WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"



*T.T*



"Sister, Sister!"

Sango groaned rolling over. "Kohaku...it's a Saturday, can't I get any sleep?"

"But-you got a letter and-"

"Lemme see!" she shouted snatching it from him. She looked at the letter and squealed.

"What?!" Kohaku asked wanting to know what she was so happy about. Sango looked up with the silliest look on her face.

"Kohaku...I'm going to meet MIROKU!!"

Kohaku realized what it was and became yelling to. The two embraced each other as they bounced happily on her bed.





Well, how was that for chapter one? Should I continue, or stop right there? I have plenty of ideas. If you want me to continue, leave a review! By the way, I'm searching for a beta reader aka co-author, it's someone who I can send the chapter to first, and they do a grammar, spelling, ect. check to make sure it's in top shape. If you're interested leave your email in the review as well. I'm willing to have up to probably 5.