-sigh- I am so sooo sorry for not putting this chapter up with chapter 4 like I said I would. But I do have a reason! I was looking it over for mistakes and completely hated the first half, so I completely re-wrote the first two pages of it. So there! And then, of course, I had to go through the rest of it and make sure there weren't any references to the old version and fix all of those and it was amazingly time-consuming. Then after that I decided to put a little more fluff in, cuz I didn't think it was exciting enough. I originally had Sango give her a ride, with a tiny bit of s/m fluff, but I didn't really like that either, so I basically re-wrote the whole chapter. But at least I like it now. Sort of.

THE OH-SO-MIGHTY DISCLAIMER!!!: I seriously doubt I own Inu Yasha or any of the mentioned motorcycle corporations, but just to make me feel even worse about it, let's check! Nope, still don't. But that's okay, once Vio takes over the world with her army of squirrels she can give Inu Yasha to ME!!! –evil laughter-

Oh, and I don't own Offspring either

Kagome awoke Friday morning with a massive headache and a spot of blood on her pillow. She groaned, trudged into her bathroom, and fished two Ibuprofen pills from a bottle in her medicine cabinet. She turned the hot water on and took a shower, finally remembering last night's events as the steaming water woke her up.

[---flashback---]

Sesshoumaru sat, without his helmet, on a candy blue-and-white YAMAHA. Its body was slim and angled, with an animalistic style that made it look as if it were going 110mph even when it stood still. His opponent was revving a YAMAHA Road Star Warrior – Sango recognized it immediately. It was all sleek black curves, a sport cruiser designed for racing with classic style. She knew that over 1600 cc's in that engine; it was an unfair race, to say the least.

Inu Yasha continued to curse his half brother as the race began. Both Kagome and Sango cheered Sesshoumaru, even though they knew it was in vain, along with the majority of the surrounding racers and groupies. Sesshoumaru ended up being beaten by the unknown competitor, much to the crowd's surprise – apparently the two girls were the ones to recognize the inequality of the bikes' engines. Said crowd remained in awe as the victor removed his racing helmet to reveal wavy black hair and sinister black eyes. Sango's eyes narrowed and Kagome's arms crossed protectively – they shared a doubtless hatred of Naraku, made even more intense by the fact that he had all but cheated Sesshoumaru.

Naraku, evidently, was blind to body language. He walked over to Sango and tried to ask her out, but Sango chose that moment to take a vow of silence. Kouga, who had been standing across the street, noticed the discomfort of both women and yelled, "Hey, dumbass, she's not interested. Get lost!"

Naraku turned and walked up to the offending crowd member and said a few choice words to his face. Kagome could see where this was going; she'd been doing this for too long not to. She prepared herself for a quick takeoff and advised Inu Yasha to do the same. Sango was already centered on her bike, kickstand up and engine idling quietly. A few other members of the group had taken the same precautions, and with good reason. Kouga waited a few seconds after Naraku's response to sock him square in the face.

Another student in the mass of high-schoolers voiced his humble opinion, "Hey, isn't that a Road Star Warrior? That thing's got, like, 1700 ccs or something! Isn't that cheating?" Shortly thereafter, the mass brawling broke out, mostly directed at Naraku. Sesshoumaru had disappeared, it seemed, and Sango took his cue. Kagome exited after Sango, with Inu Yasha following. The three of them dodged around various unconscious people, and almost escaped. Almost. Kagome didn't even see the guy coming, and the last thing she felt was someone punching her in the ribs, hard. She flew off her Honda and met pavement, earning a rather nasty cut on her cheek and a dislocated shoulder.

[---end flashback---]

Kagome groaned again and trudged out of the shower to her room, mentally cursing whoever had socked her. After she had dried her hair and gotten dressed in jeans and a purple tank top – the only thing she could manage to get into while her shoulder was sore – she struggled vainly to pull on her boots. Just when she was getting the hang of tying laces with one arm out of commission, the phone rang. She, once again, cursed the fates and picked up the phone to hear an entirely-too-awake Inu Yasha on the other end.

"You need a ride?"

Kagome did her best not to sound as groggy as she felt. "I don't know, do I?"

"Well seeing as how you can't ride, I though I'd take you to school."

She frowned. "Why so considerate? It's very unlike you."

"It was Sango's idea, smart one; can you be ready in ten minutes?"

"I'm waiting at the door."

"Wonderful. See ya," and with those oh-so-intelligent parting words, he hung up.

Kagome cursed a third, fourth, and fifth time, this time at her self. 'Waiting at the door' her ass. It would take her ten minutes just to get her other boot on! She sighed and glared at her feet, immediately making the decision to wear sandals that day. So she ended up wearing her favorite black silk slippers, thankful for Las Vegas' outright lack of mud. She put on a black silver-studded belt, brushed her teeth and hair, and walked out the door with her shoulder bag resting at the top of her good arm. She waited a few minutes before her ears picked up a downshifting Kawasaki at the end of the street. She turned around in time to see the white-haired teen pull up to the sidewalk by her dad's house, wearing his ever-present rock concert shirt. This time it was Offspring. She smiled in spite of her self; she loved Offspring.

"Hop on," Inu Yasha growled and gestured toward the passenger seat. She did indeed hop on, and almost hit the back tire with the bottom of her seat in the process. Surprisingly, Inu Yasha refrained from comment, so Kagome just grinned and wrapped her hands around his waist. She could very well have gotten through the ride with her hands on her knees or thighs, but she was not the type to pass up a preview of what was underneath that shirt of his. And he knew it, judging by the huge smirk on his face. Kagome decided to humor him. She quietly slid her hands underneath his shirt, skimming over the lower muscles in his chest, while she rested her head on his shoulder and scooted up so her chest pressed against his back.

Inu Yasha blinked several times in a fruitless effort to remain focused on his riding. Unfortunately, that was a little difficult in light of the lack of oxygen in his brain. She was definitely doing that on purpose. Not that he had a problem with that, as long as he was not riding 75 mph down the freeway at the time. Which, at the moment, he was – and that was a big problem. Because suddenly there was a lot less room in his jeans and not nearly enough blood in his brain. And then she started whispering in his ear, which was twice as sensitive as a normal human's. Under any other circumstances he was grateful for his highly perceptive dog-ears, but now was not a great time.

On top of all that, she just had to go and rub one of them. Not both of them, thank Kami, or they would have been at the mercy of freeway traffic. She reached one of her amazingly soft little hands up and started massaging the right one in slow, steady circles. He wondered with what little thought capacity he had left if she knew how much that would affect him. Obviously she did, judging by her laugh when he closed his eyes. Oh, she knew perfectly well what she was doing, and she seemed not to have problem with the fact that he could not see most of the road.

By the time they had reached the school, he had sped at least ten over the whole way there, almost hit three cars, forgot to turn once, and run a red light. Luckily no police had noticed them – the officers in Vegas had more important things to worry about than reckless driving. Especially when it came to motorcycles. Inu Yasha was still quite 'distracted' when they pulled into his parking space, but Kagome seemed for all the world to be pleased with her self.

Bitch.

Kagome had to try desperately not to laugh when Inu Yasha had informed her that he was going to run a few laps before going to first hour. She could have sworn he was cussing at her when he turned toward the track. She knew he was one of the school's best runners, for obvious reasons, but she never dreamed that would be his version of a cold shower. 'Go figure. Oh, well... I'll have more fun with him in science.' She thought, walking to her locker.

A very tired, very unhappy Inu Yasha walked into Zoology, his long silver hair pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck. Unfortunately for him he just happened to walk into Zoology two minutes after the bell rang. Having received his tardy and brief lecture from Ms. McKibbin, the white haired teen grudgingly took his seat across from Kagome. Today they would begin the study of ecosystems. Kagome had already covered this at her old school, leaving her capable mind to think up mischief.

HELP ME!! I have no ideas for this part whatsoever, and I've been stuck for the last two months. I'm dying here. If you guys have any ideas at all, please please tell me! I don't care how stupid you think they are, at least it'll help me brainstorm! Email me at [shriylon(at)sbcglobal(dot)net] if you've got anything for me.