Well 'Miroku' was a pervert. Humph. Crack head he is.

We had walked about five houses away from mine up to a cute little light blue house when Miroku decided that had been enough time getting to know me (Even if it was five minutes of silence) and that it was due time for him to cup a feel. Lets just say he got floored. Seriously, his mom (Who was really nice) came running out of the house screaming, "Oh god not again!" and had to check his pulse to see if he was still alive. His little brother, Noubunaga, who was around six or seven, just sniggered on the doorstep, strangely looking like my own little brother.

And now we were in his mom's SUV and he was listening to 'Breaking the Habit' by 'Linkin Park'. I scowled darkly at both him (Miroku, the idiot, was singing along with the freaking song) and the c.d. player. I knew I should have waited for the damn bus. At least then I wouldn't be taken in by this great injustice to the human race.

Suddenly I saw Miroku's right hand drift closer to.. Closer.. So close she could taste it... Closer...

Smack!

"Miroku!" I screeched as he nearly ran off the road. He turned towards me confused.

"What the hell Kagome?! What did I do?" I glared at him.

"Don't think I didn't notice. I told you to stop doing it."

He gave me another confused look, although he was paying attention to the road again. "What?"

I snorted.

"I told you not to turn that goddamn song up anymore.. Your hand was heading for the volume button!"

He sweatdropped. "What if I was just turning it down? Hmm?"

I snorted again. "You told me Linkin Park was one of your favorite bands. No one in there right mind would ever turn down a song of one of their favorite bands unless they were brain-washed by a prep." He sighed and gave up arguing with me. I grinned.

"Even if the particular band sucks monkey butt." That earned me a pop upside my head.

I grumbled about stinky-evil-prep-bands while Miroku basked it happiness over the bump on my head, courtesy of me bashing HIS band. I made a mocking sound from the back of my throat. 'Like that group could be classified as a band.' As if reading my mind, Miroku turned towards me and glared. I sighed and looked out the window at the passing buildings.

"We'll be there in about five Kagome, don't worry about it." Miroku's voice held an edge of softening to it. I smiled to myself.

"Thanks Miro." He made a sound of suprise.

"Where did that nickname come from?" He asked lighty turning off the c.d. player. I grinned wickedly.

"Well don't lovers usually have nicknames for eachother?" I said innocently. He played along.

"Of course they do! So that would mean you're...'Gome, right?"

"Right!" I agreed happily. At least I would have a friend in high school. Which reminded me...

"Hey Miro?" I asked. He nodded in my direction with a smile to let me know he was listening.

"What are you? I'm a senior." He grinned.

"So am I. Wonder if we have any classes together..." I shrugged uncaringly.

A couple minutes later and Miroku cried out, "Finally, I thought you cursed me to never be able to find it!" I glared at him while noticing we were at school.

As we got out of the SUV, Miroku commented on something or other about curses and women while making sure all the doors were locked on the car.

"Mom would kill me if this car was stolen. Its her baby." I chanced a look at my precious boots. Miroku walked around the car to take my arm in an old fashioned show of gentleness.

"This beautiful lady should always have an escort." He said happily, his charming violet eyes sparking slightly in the newfound sunlight. I smiled at him.

"Okay, Miro, show me to the school!"

We walked up to the school's entry stairs chatting playfully at eachother and making comments here and there about nothing in particular when someone, another guy, rammed into me, hard. I fell back from Miroku who did a double take from the guy back to me. "'Gome?! Kag are you all right?!" I groaned.

"Hell no!" I muttered. "Try getting hit by a bus and see if you're alright... Self-righteous bastard..."

The cement side walk had scratched me up pretty badly through my fishnet hoes (Which were now ripped up and torn on one side) and even more nasty scratches on my arms and back from wearing my fishnet shirt. If I had worn more covering I would have gotten away with a couple of bruises. I looked up to the guy who had knocked me down while Miroku helped me get up.

"Bitch! You should watch where you're fucking going! Your stupid ass nearly made me fall!" I winced at the words. Damn couldn't this whore be anymore quiet?

I looked up and again only one thought ran through my head:

'He has golden eyes... Just like.. Sesshoumaru...'