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Dangerous Circumstances
Chapter One
Devil May Care
Kagome Higurashi stood outside her school, smoking one last cigarette before class. She had an air about her that proclaimed her some herald of death, yards of black fabric whipping around her legs. No one looking at her would guess that she was part of the infamous Hellspawn, a vicious street gang, well known for their exploits and well feared by the police, just a rather gothic girl whom it was best to stay away from.
The bell rang. Kagome dropped her cigarette and stepped on it. She caught a few disgusted looks from some younger students and grinned lazily, slitting her eyes. They looked away.
Deciding to be fashionably late, she strode up the school steps leisurely. A new year, full of stupid people worrying over their stupid, meaningless lives. But there was one good thing. She was a senior now. This was her last year. Then she could forever leave behind this hellhole.
But as she walked towards the front doors, she noticed something unusual. Something she hadn't noticed before and she cursed herself for being unobservant.
There was someone sitting by the school doors. Well, she thought it was a person. It looked like a dark lump with a shock of silver atop it. As she neared, she saw it was indeed a person. A guy. His uniform was unbuttoned and his shirt was hanging out. Instead of the usual white, it was black. A long black coat covered him from prying eyes. He looked up as she passed, and she was transfixed momentarily by his enormous gold eyes. A demon, then. Gathering her coat more tightly around her, she strode into the school.
Kagome flung open the door to her class. Striding in, she flashed the flustered teacher a grin. She walked up the stairs to an empty seat at the back of the room, next to the window.
The teacher didn't protest, as it would get him nowhere. The poor man glared at Kagome for a moment, made a mental note to write her up for tardiness again and went back to teaching. However, less than five minutes later, the door banged open again. A boy walked in, his white hair made all the more stark because of his dark clothing, a smile forming on his lips.
"Who are you?" the teacher asked, looking and sounding flustered. What was it with students bursting into his classroom?
"Inuyasha Sutter," He said, with a bit of a British accent. Without leave from the teacher, indeed, before the teacher could even speak, he had swept to the back of the classroom as well and sat down with a flourish right behind Kagome. She tensed slightly as the teacher was heard spluttering in indignation and shock.
Kagome sat the rest of the long class with two eyes boring holes into the back of her neck. She wondered who this guy was, and what he wanted with her. A sudden terrifying thought struck her. He could have been an assassin, sent to kill the most valuable member of the gang Hellspawn. Well, maybe she was exaggerating a little. She wasn't sure if she really got the MVP trophy.
A chill went down her spine, and she rushed out of that class like the devil was at her heels.
Lunch came after a series of classes spent in nervous tension. Once out in the fresh air, she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and lit one up. She closed her eyes in relief as she felt herself almost instantly relax.
"You know that's gonna kill you, right? " said a voice at Kagome's shoulder. She rolled her eyes.
"I think the question you should be asking, Miroku, is do I care?'" Miroku grinned and came into full view. "Besides, the life I lead is probably gonna kill me before these." Her friend laughed.
"Good point."
Kagome took another drag of cigarette smoke and asked casually, "So, you know any info about assassins?"
Miroku raised an eyebrow. "Why do you want to know?"
"I think someone here might be after me."
Miroku blinked. "Kagome, I know you're a big urban legend out on the streets, but may I remind you that no one knows what you looks like? An assassin wouldn't know where to start. Why do you think someone's after you?"
"There's this boy who's been staring at me all day."
Miroku snorted in laughter. "That's what we call a 'crush.'"
Kagome smacked him. "Shut up." She spotted Sutter. "There he is," she said, pointing him out.
Miroku glanced over at him and then did a double take. Kagome narrowed her eyes at her partner.
"What?"
"Umyou may not have been far off with your speculation"
"Ha! I was right!"
Miroku glared. "Not entirely. But he is most definitely not a friend."
Kagome looked over at the tall boy, who sat alone, staring idly at the sky. "Who is he?"
"Inuyasha Sutter. He's Sesshoumaru Sutter's brother. Sesshoumaru runs--"
"The Dream House."
"Yes, that too. I was going to say that he is the leader of a gang that's just moved uptown. Special D."
"Special D?"
"Yeah."
Kagome inhaled more smoke. Sutter looked across the courtyard straight at her. She cursed under her breath and looked away quickly. A girl who looked older than Kagome--though how that was possible, seeing as Kagome was a senior, she didn't know--strode over to Sutter and sat down. Sutter grinned at the girl. She rolled her eyes and they proceeded to speak in hushed tones.
Kagome and Miroku finished their lunch and went inside. Neither noticed the gold eyes following their every move.
Inuyasha was sitting sprawled out on a bench, paying no attention whatsoever to Sango, his partner, and every bit of attention to the slight girl who had caught his attention that morning. She was pretty, in an unusual way, with fair skin and dark hair. Her eyes were huge and grey, reflecting light and made all the more striking against the blacks and greys of her school uniform. Something about the way she moved fascinated Inuyasha. There was some elusive quality in her step and in her gaze that drove the demon boy wild with curiosity.
A smack about the head brought him back to reality.
"Inuyasha!"
"Ow! What?"
Sango rolled her eyes. "Have you been listening at all?"
There was no point in lying. "No." He was rewarded with another smack to the head.
"Pay attention, you imbecile, you're supposed to be doing recon. Sesshoumaru wants this place secured."
"Yeah, but why?" whined Inuyasha.
"Look, if he didn't tell you, he definitely didn't tell me. Now stop being stupid and do your job."
Inuyasha grumbled at her but did as she bid, his thoughts only straying a few times to the dark girl with entrancing eyes.
Kagome sat on the hood on her car, customary cigarette in her hand and her eyes half lidded. School had ended, and it was getting dark. She waited patiently for Miroku. He sauntered out of the gym calmly and made his way to her car. She glared at him for taking so long, which he studiously ignored. He got into the passenger side and she got into the driver's seat.
Turning the key in the ignition brought forth an immediate blast of heavy music. Miroku winced and turned it down. "I will never understand how you aren't deaf by now, playing it that loud." He could practically feel the car bouncing as the bass thrummed in his ribcage.
"Practice," said Kagome, keeping her eyes on the road. "Practice, practice, practice."
"Oh ha ha, very funny."
"I thought so." She turned to look at him, and in that split second she wasn't looking at the road, a figure stepped out in front of the car. Kagome slammed the brakes and they hit the person with a loud 'thunk.'
"Fuck." The two friends both got out of the car and scurried to examine the damage. Kagome got a look at the person's face and paled. "Double fuck."
"I'll second that motion," said Miroku, staring down into the unconscious face of Inuyasha Sutter.
