100% Evil
By: Sango-ish
Intro
Sango walked out of the school building carrying her backpack, which was clearly over-stuffed. Several paper edges could be seen coming out of the cracks.
She schlepped to her mother's old Toyota and went to the back first, opening the trunk and throwing her backpack in (there was an obvious amount of weight put on the car so the back lowered slightly).
Sango walked to the front and opened the car door, hoping in and turning to her mother.
"How was school, dear?"
"Beside another detention, more homework, and being punched twice, a pretty good day."
"Sango, you got in another fight? It wasn't with that Hojo kid, was it?" Sango's mother looked at her daughter sincerely worried.
"So what mom? Its not like I've never been punched before, and I kicked him in the balls afterwards, so it was okay." Sango shrugged, but her mother shook her head.
"You know Sango, if you want to pass the tenth grade, I would suggest staying away from boys-"
"Doing my homework, and not yelling at teachers, I know, I know! You only tell me every time anything minor happens."
"Excuse me, but since when was getting a black eye a 'minor thing'?"
"Since it happens every day, mom."
Sango's mother started the car - she found many people were honking at her for not moving.
She pulled out of the school drive way and onto the main road.
Sango's mother sighed, giving up for today. She knew they would have the same discussion the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day....
"MOM! WATCH OUT!" Sango's mother was brought back into reality by almost running over a cat. Sango's mother stopped, flooring the brakes.
*SCREEEEECH! *
"Did I hit it?"
"I, I don't know..."
"Why don't you get out and see if it's okay?"
"God mother, you make me do everything..." Sango muttered something incoherent as she opened the car door and trudged out onto the not-so-busy main road.
"Meow." A khaki colored cat with red feet, tail, and eyes looked up at Sango. Sango squatted down and picked up the fluffy cat, which was meowing an awful lot.
She picked it up under the armpits -as if it had some kind of disease- and walked back to the car. The cat purred contentedly, apparently unaware of any discomfort from being held this way.
"Sango, why are you holding the poor thing like that?" Sango's mother reached over and took the cat into her arms, cradling it as it played with her necklace, "Aw, its cute! Sango, hold onto her, let's bring her home."
"Good Lord mother. Isn't the kid supposed to be the one to beg the mother to bring it home? Not visa-versa." Sango sighed, sitting down and taking the cat not so happily.
The ride home was a quiet one: the only noise was the cat purring like a steamroller on Sango's lap.
"So, what should we name her?"
"How the heck do you know it's a 'her'?"
"I checked."
"YOU CHECKED?! That is sincerely revolting. I don't know how we are related. Anyway, why don't you pick the name, since it was your idea to bring her home."
"Okay, how about Pookie?"
"Um...no."
"Snook-ums?"
"Um..."
"Lee-Ann?"
"Rhymes?"
"Ha. Muffin?"
"Sure, then I can change my name to pookie, you can be snook-ums, and Kohaku can be Sweetie."
"Okay, I get the point. If I am so bad at this, how about you name her. I don't want you to answer right away, just think about it. Maybe you will have an amazing idea."
"Whatever." Sango sighed and looked down at the small fluffy ball A.K.A. cat that was resting on her lap.
*****
Sango was a punk. Pure and simple. She wore fishnet stockings, big, chunky, black shoes, tons of mascara and eyeliner, and her wardrobe consisted of two colors: black and red.
Her mother didn't mind this much; she was always one to believe in individuality and freedom. A hippie if there ever was one.
Sango was not one to do homework. She thought it was a waste of time and effort. Thus explaining her not-so-good grades.
Sango didn't get along with boys. At all. No way. Never. Ever. In all of history or history to come. Her mother fully supported this: she said all girls had a right to being a virgin the rest of their lives.
Of course, this would make any girl think it over.
But not Sango.
She had made a list of every person at school she didn't want to know existed on the planet: Inuyasha Amino, Miroku Secures, Kagome Higurashi, Hojo Oromo, Shippo Chennai (who was an ninth grader), Sesshomaru Amino, Naraku Heresy, and Kikyo Eurasia. They were the school's most-popular group.
Of course, Kikyo and Kagome were...well, in Sango's eyes, they were the unluckiest girls in school, but it wasn't like she pitied them. Any other person who knew that they took turns bedding two guys a night would die of shock.
Sango had two friends, if you could call them that. They weren't, like, BFF's or whatever Kagome called it. She hated that term, it sounded like something a telly-tubby would say. (Explanation: "You're my BFF, Tinky- winky!" "I know, and you're my BFF, Poe.")
Her friends were Yuki and Yuri, twins from across the street. They were punks also, who had the same views about boys, homework, and clothes that she did; that was probably the only reason she hung out with them.
They were a bit annoying and clingy, and they had really big mouths, and they're personalities were no more different then their looks (i.e. the exact same) but she hung around them anyway.
Chapter 1
Sango's mother pressed the garage door opener button as she pulled into the driveway.
"Hey mom, I think I know a name." Sango said, sarcasm hidden in her voice.
"Really? What?"
"Pumpkin Junior."
"I like that name! How did you think of that, Sango?"
"I didn't. I just remembered a stupid telly-tubby commercial and they had pumpkin pie and Poe named it that."
"You know Sango, I really meant it when I said I wanted you to name her. Now would you please consider it? For me?"
"Yeah, but only because this thing is the only thing besides you, Yuri, and Yuki that likes me." She said, as she reached down, pressing the button to open the trunk.
"I got in honey, you get the cat. **Pause** HOW MUCH JUNK DO YOU HAVE IN HERE, SANGO? THIS THING WIEGHS 50 POUNDS!"
"Rocks, bricks, weights, I just put some paper on the top to make it look like I actually cared."
"WHY?"
"In case Miroku grabs my butt again."
"Uh...oh." Sango's mother slung it over her shoulder and carried it into the house.
Sango grabbed the cat and held it over her shoulder like a baby, walking into the house. Kohaku immediately ran up to her and hugged her.
"Hey Sango, where'd you get the cat?"
"Mom practically ran over it, then wanted to bring it home, then wanted to name it Pookie."
"POOKIE?!?! WHY WOULD SHE NAME IT THAT?!?! Why not something cool like Superman or Yu-Gi-Oh?"
"The day I let a cat named Yu-Gi-whatsit in my house is the day I go out with a guy." Kohaku opened his mouth, "Which will never happen. Nice try."
"Oh, never mind then."
"But I have to name it, so, beside super heroes, got any ideas?"
"Well," Kohaku immediately thought of the girl at school he liked, Kirara. "How about Kirara?"
"Hey, isn't that the name of the girl you like at school?"
"Yeah, so, it's a cool name!"
"Well, I don't know, I'll ask mom what she thinks. I'll see you later; I'm going over to Yuri and Yuki's house. Bye Kohaku, bye mom." Sango dropped the cat on the couch and headed for the door.
*****
"I'm worried about her, Kohaku," Sango's mother sighed as she absentmindedly pet Kirara.
"Aren't all mothers worried about their kids at some point?" Kohaku sat next to his mother, scratching behind Kirara's ears, "How do you like the name, mom?"
"Its perfect Kohaku, I'm glad you thought of it; Kirara suits her. Anyway, yeah I guess its natural of me to worry about Sango, but I just wish she should calm down a little, and not take everything so offensively. What with that Hojo kid punching her, and her punching him back, it's a wonder why she isn't expelled!"
Kohaku stared at his mother, in shock.
"Oh Kohaku, maybe I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry,"
"S'okay. I don't mind."
*****
"I bet you I can beat you at Mortal Combat Three!" Yuri said as the three of them sat in the basement of their house.
"Yeah right! Okay, winner picks the dare!"
"Okay! You're on!"
Yuki sat back and watched the scene play out. Yuri and Sango always did this every time she came over. They would play mortal combat three times, best two out of three won. The winner picked an embarrassing dare for the other one to do the next day at school.
Yuki didn't know why Yuri always was the one to bring it up because she always lost, and now was known as Mrs. Heresy... Long story.
"That's me: one you: zero Sango!"
Sango started hitting buttons furiously as her life points were drained. She was about to lose. That never happened. And she knew Yuri would think of something horrible to do to her making up for all the bad things she had done to her.
"YES! I won! Sango lost to me! For once! YESYESYESYESYES!!!!!"
"You don't have to rub it in, Yuri..." Sango muttered.
"Now, what will your dare be? It has to be something horrible for what you made me do last time, I am STILL known as Mrs. Naraku Heresy. That was purely evil. Hum..."
"Don't be too hard on her Yuri, it's only her first time losing, which I have to admit is surprising, but anyway..." She cut off as Sango gave her a horrible look.
"I KNOW! I HAVE THE PERFECT DARE!!!! Yuki, come here, I have to tell you first."
Yuki walked over to Yuri as she whispered a ton of stuff in her ear. Yuki's eyes opened wide, "She'll never do that!" she objected.
"She doesn't have a choice. Sango, you have to befriend at WHOLE group - as in the POPULAR group - and within two weeks, you have to have a boyfriend, your pick: Inuyasha, Miroku, Sesshomaru, or Hojo. No exceptions.
Intro
Sango walked out of the school building carrying her backpack, which was clearly over-stuffed. Several paper edges could be seen coming out of the cracks.
She schlepped to her mother's old Toyota and went to the back first, opening the trunk and throwing her backpack in (there was an obvious amount of weight put on the car so the back lowered slightly).
Sango walked to the front and opened the car door, hoping in and turning to her mother.
"How was school, dear?"
"Beside another detention, more homework, and being punched twice, a pretty good day."
"Sango, you got in another fight? It wasn't with that Hojo kid, was it?" Sango's mother looked at her daughter sincerely worried.
"So what mom? Its not like I've never been punched before, and I kicked him in the balls afterwards, so it was okay." Sango shrugged, but her mother shook her head.
"You know Sango, if you want to pass the tenth grade, I would suggest staying away from boys-"
"Doing my homework, and not yelling at teachers, I know, I know! You only tell me every time anything minor happens."
"Excuse me, but since when was getting a black eye a 'minor thing'?"
"Since it happens every day, mom."
Sango's mother started the car - she found many people were honking at her for not moving.
She pulled out of the school drive way and onto the main road.
Sango's mother sighed, giving up for today. She knew they would have the same discussion the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day....
"MOM! WATCH OUT!" Sango's mother was brought back into reality by almost running over a cat. Sango's mother stopped, flooring the brakes.
*SCREEEEECH! *
"Did I hit it?"
"I, I don't know..."
"Why don't you get out and see if it's okay?"
"God mother, you make me do everything..." Sango muttered something incoherent as she opened the car door and trudged out onto the not-so-busy main road.
"Meow." A khaki colored cat with red feet, tail, and eyes looked up at Sango. Sango squatted down and picked up the fluffy cat, which was meowing an awful lot.
She picked it up under the armpits -as if it had some kind of disease- and walked back to the car. The cat purred contentedly, apparently unaware of any discomfort from being held this way.
"Sango, why are you holding the poor thing like that?" Sango's mother reached over and took the cat into her arms, cradling it as it played with her necklace, "Aw, its cute! Sango, hold onto her, let's bring her home."
"Good Lord mother. Isn't the kid supposed to be the one to beg the mother to bring it home? Not visa-versa." Sango sighed, sitting down and taking the cat not so happily.
The ride home was a quiet one: the only noise was the cat purring like a steamroller on Sango's lap.
"So, what should we name her?"
"How the heck do you know it's a 'her'?"
"I checked."
"YOU CHECKED?! That is sincerely revolting. I don't know how we are related. Anyway, why don't you pick the name, since it was your idea to bring her home."
"Okay, how about Pookie?"
"Um...no."
"Snook-ums?"
"Um..."
"Lee-Ann?"
"Rhymes?"
"Ha. Muffin?"
"Sure, then I can change my name to pookie, you can be snook-ums, and Kohaku can be Sweetie."
"Okay, I get the point. If I am so bad at this, how about you name her. I don't want you to answer right away, just think about it. Maybe you will have an amazing idea."
"Whatever." Sango sighed and looked down at the small fluffy ball A.K.A. cat that was resting on her lap.
*****
Sango was a punk. Pure and simple. She wore fishnet stockings, big, chunky, black shoes, tons of mascara and eyeliner, and her wardrobe consisted of two colors: black and red.
Her mother didn't mind this much; she was always one to believe in individuality and freedom. A hippie if there ever was one.
Sango was not one to do homework. She thought it was a waste of time and effort. Thus explaining her not-so-good grades.
Sango didn't get along with boys. At all. No way. Never. Ever. In all of history or history to come. Her mother fully supported this: she said all girls had a right to being a virgin the rest of their lives.
Of course, this would make any girl think it over.
But not Sango.
She had made a list of every person at school she didn't want to know existed on the planet: Inuyasha Amino, Miroku Secures, Kagome Higurashi, Hojo Oromo, Shippo Chennai (who was an ninth grader), Sesshomaru Amino, Naraku Heresy, and Kikyo Eurasia. They were the school's most-popular group.
Of course, Kikyo and Kagome were...well, in Sango's eyes, they were the unluckiest girls in school, but it wasn't like she pitied them. Any other person who knew that they took turns bedding two guys a night would die of shock.
Sango had two friends, if you could call them that. They weren't, like, BFF's or whatever Kagome called it. She hated that term, it sounded like something a telly-tubby would say. (Explanation: "You're my BFF, Tinky- winky!" "I know, and you're my BFF, Poe.")
Her friends were Yuki and Yuri, twins from across the street. They were punks also, who had the same views about boys, homework, and clothes that she did; that was probably the only reason she hung out with them.
They were a bit annoying and clingy, and they had really big mouths, and they're personalities were no more different then their looks (i.e. the exact same) but she hung around them anyway.
Chapter 1
Sango's mother pressed the garage door opener button as she pulled into the driveway.
"Hey mom, I think I know a name." Sango said, sarcasm hidden in her voice.
"Really? What?"
"Pumpkin Junior."
"I like that name! How did you think of that, Sango?"
"I didn't. I just remembered a stupid telly-tubby commercial and they had pumpkin pie and Poe named it that."
"You know Sango, I really meant it when I said I wanted you to name her. Now would you please consider it? For me?"
"Yeah, but only because this thing is the only thing besides you, Yuri, and Yuki that likes me." She said, as she reached down, pressing the button to open the trunk.
"I got in honey, you get the cat. **Pause** HOW MUCH JUNK DO YOU HAVE IN HERE, SANGO? THIS THING WIEGHS 50 POUNDS!"
"Rocks, bricks, weights, I just put some paper on the top to make it look like I actually cared."
"WHY?"
"In case Miroku grabs my butt again."
"Uh...oh." Sango's mother slung it over her shoulder and carried it into the house.
Sango grabbed the cat and held it over her shoulder like a baby, walking into the house. Kohaku immediately ran up to her and hugged her.
"Hey Sango, where'd you get the cat?"
"Mom practically ran over it, then wanted to bring it home, then wanted to name it Pookie."
"POOKIE?!?! WHY WOULD SHE NAME IT THAT?!?! Why not something cool like Superman or Yu-Gi-Oh?"
"The day I let a cat named Yu-Gi-whatsit in my house is the day I go out with a guy." Kohaku opened his mouth, "Which will never happen. Nice try."
"Oh, never mind then."
"But I have to name it, so, beside super heroes, got any ideas?"
"Well," Kohaku immediately thought of the girl at school he liked, Kirara. "How about Kirara?"
"Hey, isn't that the name of the girl you like at school?"
"Yeah, so, it's a cool name!"
"Well, I don't know, I'll ask mom what she thinks. I'll see you later; I'm going over to Yuri and Yuki's house. Bye Kohaku, bye mom." Sango dropped the cat on the couch and headed for the door.
*****
"I'm worried about her, Kohaku," Sango's mother sighed as she absentmindedly pet Kirara.
"Aren't all mothers worried about their kids at some point?" Kohaku sat next to his mother, scratching behind Kirara's ears, "How do you like the name, mom?"
"Its perfect Kohaku, I'm glad you thought of it; Kirara suits her. Anyway, yeah I guess its natural of me to worry about Sango, but I just wish she should calm down a little, and not take everything so offensively. What with that Hojo kid punching her, and her punching him back, it's a wonder why she isn't expelled!"
Kohaku stared at his mother, in shock.
"Oh Kohaku, maybe I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry,"
"S'okay. I don't mind."
*****
"I bet you I can beat you at Mortal Combat Three!" Yuri said as the three of them sat in the basement of their house.
"Yeah right! Okay, winner picks the dare!"
"Okay! You're on!"
Yuki sat back and watched the scene play out. Yuri and Sango always did this every time she came over. They would play mortal combat three times, best two out of three won. The winner picked an embarrassing dare for the other one to do the next day at school.
Yuki didn't know why Yuri always was the one to bring it up because she always lost, and now was known as Mrs. Heresy... Long story.
"That's me: one you: zero Sango!"
Sango started hitting buttons furiously as her life points were drained. She was about to lose. That never happened. And she knew Yuri would think of something horrible to do to her making up for all the bad things she had done to her.
"YES! I won! Sango lost to me! For once! YESYESYESYESYES!!!!!"
"You don't have to rub it in, Yuri..." Sango muttered.
"Now, what will your dare be? It has to be something horrible for what you made me do last time, I am STILL known as Mrs. Naraku Heresy. That was purely evil. Hum..."
"Don't be too hard on her Yuri, it's only her first time losing, which I have to admit is surprising, but anyway..." She cut off as Sango gave her a horrible look.
"I KNOW! I HAVE THE PERFECT DARE!!!! Yuki, come here, I have to tell you first."
Yuki walked over to Yuri as she whispered a ton of stuff in her ear. Yuki's eyes opened wide, "She'll never do that!" she objected.
"She doesn't have a choice. Sango, you have to befriend at WHOLE group - as in the POPULAR group - and within two weeks, you have to have a boyfriend, your pick: Inuyasha, Miroku, Sesshomaru, or Hojo. No exceptions.