Kind of weird...I am. I alway twist the original Inuyasha plot so...funkily. Kouga is a pervert. Go figure. o.O Also...I'm not good with titles, so don't blame me. Blame my head! I just picked it up from the top of it. -weird-

Oh yeah...the disclaimer. Well, -sniffs indignantly-, I wouldn't be writing a FANFICTION if I owned Inuyasha...eh?

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

buahaha. he shall be my servant one day... x3 uhm. but for the time being...I own Necoyasha. x) -purrs-

Anything But This

Chapter 1

Brawny and Brainy

Inuyasha walked slowly and casually, the length of the gymnasium. One hand was in his pocket, another was holding a thin bat, and from his mouth, wisps of smoke wafted from his cigarette.

"We apologize Inuyasha, sir. We will never do it again."

Three quivering boys were on the ground, as if they were about to do push-ups. Inuyasha smirked from behind the lung-constricting fog, as he stopped walking soon as he reached the first boy. The boy winced as if he had been hit, and then drew back when Inuyasha kneeled in front of him. A gasp of shock was heard, as the white-haired boy quickly grasped the younger boy's ear and twisted it.

"Never...?" He whispered softly, gently. Too gently. Suddenly his hand brought his bat down on the boy's upper thigh. A loud cry was heard as a pair of birds fluttered away in surprise from outside.

"And I'll never smoke again." He exhaled right in front of his nose, before standing up again. "Don't bother me, and stay away." His voice was enough to freeze fire into a huge block of dry ice.

Inuyasha started walking towards the exit, now knowing that those three boys wouldn't be disturbing him again for a long time. At least, he'd make sure of it.

The boy that had had his rear offended, staggered up slowly, blood stained on his upper lip from before. He scowled, before spitting his saliva mixed with blood on the path Inuyasha had just trodden. His friends rose hesitantly, eyes widening at the boy's boldness. Throwing a glare to Inuyasha's back, he muttered something and wiped the mouth with the back of his hand.

"Stupid bastard..."

By now, the boy should have known Inuyasha was no ordinary human. The ears that had been discreetly hidden behind a pile of white, silky hair twitched slightly. Inuyasha tossed the bat up in the air, and lifted his leg high to kick it backwards. The large wooden stick dove to a 'very' uncomfortable area, and another second later, a pained groan came from behind him.

A group of girls came to see the commotion, but more particularly, one girl came to see Inuyasha. She smiled at him, flipping her hair and putting on a show. She made no act to acknowledge her previous ex-boyfriend, the guy who had just slumped to the ground in agony. Twirling a strand of hair with her index finger, she smiled subtely at the tall, handsome boy that passed by her.

With the same casual and coolness he had had from the beginning, he threw his cigarette on the ground, putting the flame out with his heel before exiting the building. Passing the girl, Kikyou whom he fancied just slightly himself, he smiled a nice slow grin that would have made anyone swoon. His plan worked, for she sighed and fell into her friend's arms. His like for her distinguished just a little, for his pride and ego was swelling with his satisfaction. He had already a thick head. But like Kikyou cared. He was rich. And he had power.

Although when it was him versus his father, his father always sufficed. Today he had promised his father that he'd come home earlier today. That boy was lucky he didn't have time. Dad wanted him to meet another new tutor. Crap...

Hopping onto his motorcycle, he began to plot ways to torture his tutor and make him run away screaming. Last time he had succeeded in making him jump out the window. Quite something it had been to explain the piece of underwear fabric that the dogs were playing with.

That tutor would get it. Bad.

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'Oh boy...' Kagome sighed inwardly. She was already late, the two boys in front of her were failing their classes, and they were discussing something obviously very inappropriate. She could hear their whispering above her own voice. If they were going to do something like that, they should have at least done it cleverly...

Her patience was running thin.

"What colour is it??" Whispered Miroku.

Kouga hissed. "Well if you'd only get your fat head out of the way Houshi!"

"Move your arm!"

"I'll only move it to throw you out the window if you don't give me some room!"

"Then just tell me what colour it is. Is it patterned? I've seen her wear ones with purple polka-dots before."

"Miroku, Kouga?" Kagome suddenly called out sweetly. She lowered the large textbook she had been explaining to them on her lap, so the contents of her skirt were no longer visible to a certain two perverts.

A grunt and the sound of two skulls making impact with eachother was heard before the two looked up from their 'note-taking'.

"Yes, tutor Kagome?" They called out equally innocently. Their real feelings were too obvious though. Miroku sensing danger and tension radiating from the silence that was growing, remarked jerkily.

"Tutor Kagome, may I mention that you are wearing very...uhm," He took a peek at the older girl. "lovely shoes?"

Both Kouga and Kagome sweatdropped, each having a deadpan expression. But soon even that distraction faded away, for Kagome closed her eyes, her lips curling tightly.

Kagome continued to smile for a moment, before her entire face turned a bright red, eyes slanting. She rose to her feet, whacking her student's heads together hard. Very...very hard. At least one had a thick head, and the other was already oblivious to everything except the things behind a girl's clothing. Huffing angrily, she slammed the door, putting on another grin for Miroku's father.

"Going already Kagome?"

"Yes. I'm afraid Miroku and Kouga have decided to fall asleep during my lesson, and I need to meet someone today." She said silkily. No doubt those two would have to run another lap around a large field. At least it was better than Kagome's punishments. Much, much better.

She gave another false but bright smile, before stressing about her already busy schedule. She flipped out a piece of paper in which she had hastily scrawled the address of her new pupil. Then proceeding to tap the side of her head with her fist, she walked slowly through a very... rich neighborhood, it seemed.

She had so many students nowadays, she couldn't get all of her studying done. Too busy to even meet Hojo nowadays... She bit her lip gently. Somehow she had to persuade her mother to get her out of this one. Why not someone else? Why her? She knew Sango wasn't too busy nowadays. Leave Miroku with Sango... that was a much better plan. She was sure Sango wouldn't protest (right? Of course not.) , much less Miroku.

However, she shuddered at the thought of her mother. Last time she had persisted in trying to get rid of Kouga, not only did she get Miroku too, she also was so graciously presented with a bruise on her head.

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"Mooom!" Kagome wailed as she entered the small chicken restaurant that had been built around her grandfather's shrine. "How could you leave me with Kouga?? He just won't...," She fiddled with the ends of her sweater, trying to search for a word. "behave!" She started to pretend to whine and whimper. Anyone, 'but' Kagome's mother would have gave in to her sweet face.

Kagome's mother stopped chopping a freshly plucked chicken, and in one smooth motion threw the knife she had been using that was smeared with chicken guts at Kagome. Already knowing her mother would react like this, she tilted her head at a sharp angle, sticking out her tongue. "Missed me!" Oops...slip of tongue. That would come like a boomerang someday...

Or right now.

The knife's handle acted very much like the bird used during badminton. It bounced against the wall, and thunked right into Kagome's head.

"Oww!" She started whimpered genuinely now, rubbing her head and squinting at her mother. The knife clattered to the floor, the tip dangerously in the direction of Kagome's feet.

"Listen Kagome," Her mother started to speak in a warm, jolly tone, belying her previous, violent action. She smiled, and quietly bustled over to pick up the knife. "I've found another new student for you! And he is such a nice boy too. You'll have no trouble at all. His name is Houshi Miroku." She washed the dangerous object, continuing with her slicing. "You will teach him, won't you?" Her eyes flared dangerously at the last comment, bringing the knife down hard on the wooden tray. Blood squirted and landed on Kagome's cheek as she approached.

She wiped it away, shuddering with disgust. As she saw her mother's eyes, a smile came immediately. "Of course Mom."

Kagome gulped.

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No trouble indeed. This time, she'd have to rid of the new student herself.

She had only one choice. And it would work. She would give him a...'different' tutor...along with some change in her typical lessons. Ah, how sinister she could be when she was given the chance to... Her plan was unfolding in her mind, and she grinned mischeviously.

That boy would get it. Bad.

I am not a good writer. -bites lip- It's a lousy first chapter...

I'll make them long next time...this is just an introduction I suppose... Just review! I'm sure I did some (I'll change this to alot if you want me to) mistakes somewhere....this is basically my first fanfiction in which I have a decided plot.