Damn. Here comes another one...

Disclaimer: As I said numerous times before, I do not own any of the characters. They are the creations of Takahashi-san herself. So there, know you have it. Oh shit, almost forgot-- the title of the story is an actual name to a theme song to an 'old' video game series. Can you guess what it is? I doubt it. Most of the people of fanfiction.net are, to my surprise, are (not to sound rude) youngsters. I'll only hand a hint: Konami's the owner of the series. If anyone can guess it correctly, I'll give you major props, because that was way back in the day, circa 1985-1986.

However, that is only the name of the story, so I do not own that title either. *Sighs*

This fiction is rated R for strong violence, mild sexual scenario, and of course, Inuyasha's and, especially Kagura's sharp tongues. It is categorized as a drama/general fiction for now. In later chapters there's bound to be violent fight scenes and the elements of mystery falls into place.

Inuyasha

The Wicked Child

Prologue

High Speed Life

The human female... such a capricious and wonderful creature. You'll have to forgive me if I sound like a misogynist to you. After all, I am a woman myself, a young one of nineteen revolutions. So umm... I couldn't possibly sound like a misogynist. How could you think that way!? Anyway this little fable I interpreting to you is definitely not for the faint of heart, so that means never let under-aged children become aware of this. Another thing: this fable is a misogynist's nightmare!! So if any of you out there is a woman hater, fuck off and fuck you!

Excuse my language people but this is what is expected in such a tale as this one. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Kagome Higurashi (look at all the surprises expressions on y'all). I'm nineteen years old, a lovely young woman and yet, everything is not what it seems. In fact, you should never judge a book by it's cover and especially the events and people told in this story.

For a majority of my life, I've been alone. My dear mother was murdered when I was very young. I shed so many tears over her demise that I haven't cried since. Big girls shouldn't cry anyway. My mother was a miko... I have up most respect for her kind but I cannot help but feel resentment for them. I mean, priestesses are loved, respected, honored, and make good teachers and doctors. They can do away demons with their spiritual powers but ultimately...

They were defenseless. Completely helpless to those of malicious hands to the kind they call their own-- human.

She was killed by the bare hands of a man, probably an overly envious fellow whom had nothing better else to do with his life. I tell you this: if the bastard is still alive and out there, I'll see to it that he shall suffer a graceless death. He better be glad that I haven't the slightly clue of who he was, let alone what he looks like. He'll be cowering before my fists.

Hmm. So you doubt my strength, huh? Let me contradict your doubts. Unlike my dear mother, I was not raised as a priestess. No way. I'm not the 'oh-so-innocent woman' with the power only to confront demons. I am one with the shadows... like a shadow... can and will be that of shadow. If Mother should see me now, she'll flip in her grave.

I am a ninja.

You heard right, ninja. NIN-JA. Some times after my mother's death, I was adopted by a wise woman whom was highly skilled in the arts. She was a young adult then and she introduced me to a clan of warriors under the teachings of a old ninja master... full of experience. The master was a loving father to his students and a strict teacher, and so, that is how I was raised. All of my previous trainings of becoming a priestess vanished...

And there was no turning back...

So, years passed, and I recently befriended two women whom was like myself in a variety of ways. One was a wanderer and definitely a charmer. She wasn't a ninja but she still highly skilled in martial arts. The other was an orphan, for goodness knows how long. She was raised in the mountains by a lone monk but the script has definitely been flipped on her. As she found out near her early teens, her foster father was a monster laying in wait. And if that wasn't surprising enough, the bastard killed her very parents when she was still an infant. Fortunately for her, I, along with a few of my ninja companions, vanquished the foul beast and she was very grateful. But she didn't have anyone to raise her anymore and thus, she was initiated to our clan.

That was three years ago.

Now onto our current scenario...

Tonight was definitely one of those nights. My friends and I have been venturing from our hometown for a few days now and we're surely running a little too low on currency. Talk about looking sweaty! I, for one, hate being broke and I'm sure that my friends agree with me. And, as for being the 'logical' women that we are, we have to think of something in order to fatten our purses with quick money. Even if it meant drastic measures...

And the harem did look promising right about now...

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The town harem was quite lavish, even in the very late of night. In a few hours, they sun will rise, confirming that there shall be a brighter day ahead. The harem was huge, like a castle. It consisted of four floors, each lining with many rooms and just as many people occupying it. The place was bustling with eager harlots, lechers, and sexually depraved men. Quite the usual of what goes on in a place like this.

But surprises are bound to happen.

"You're ready for a wild night, big boy?" A geisha in several green layers cooed to her customer. Although her customer wasn't in the least bit big. He probably weighed less than the woman. She directed the man to a small dark room with only a bed and a diminutive round table. Once inside, she turned to him and proceeded to slowly undress herself from the layers of elegant robes.

"Like hell I ready for you. You beautiful bitch, you!" The skinny man responded in a longing tone. He eyed the beautiful raven haired girl whom had her hair in long pigtails, anxiously.

"Ooh!" She squealed. "Such a naughty little boy. You are ready, huh?" Slowly, she already worked her way through three layers, only two left. "Just wait till I get out of these robes, I'm sure to give you a wild night."

When she glance back up to face him, the guy was right in front of her, breathing his wretched breath in her face. He smiled evilly and wrapped his arms around her waist and rudely strokes his hands on her butt. "Damn girl! You're mighty bubbly back there!" He complimented as he squeezes her right bun.

"Whoa there, cowboy!" The geisha exclaimed as she pushed him back with surprising strength. To the lecher's surprise, the girl was strong... a little too strong. "I'm still undressing here, you know."

"Hurry it up, bitch!" He cursed, oblivious to the girl's grimace as he spat that epithet.

The geisha gave him the middle finger but continued to undress herself. A moment later she was down to her last article of clothing. She wore a royal blue tunic-- typical of kunoichi-- female ninjas. It was sleeveless and it reached mid thigh, showing off a great deal of her long slender and slightly muscled legs. The skirt was tied at her waist by a deep golden yellow sash that dangled in two ends like a martial artist. She allowed her hands to reach up to her hair and loosen up the flowing pigtails and then she lightly shook her head to allow her tresses to fall to the middle of her back. Now what stood before the man was a youthful beautiful girl with wide brown eyes like a child and her figure was obviously athletic, despite her shapely body. After scrutinizing herself in the mirror, she smiled and returned her gaze to the man before her eyes.

"What do you think, hot stuff? Too sexy for my own good, ne?" Kagome requested.

Eyes wide and mouth agape, the lecher suddenly jumped at her, and instinctively, Kagome caught the man in her arms. More to her surprise, the man wrapped his legs around her torso. Wait a sec, doesn't the female suppose to jump into the male's arms? Oh well. "Make my night, bitch! Show me what you're working with!"

"Hold up! Wait a fucking sec!" Kagome commanded with a scowl as she threw him off her. "Listen pal, in order for me to give you a wild ride you're going to have to tip in on the cash." She stretches out her right arm. "Gimme money."

Then lean man looks at her like she had lost her damned mind. With a sick snicker, he pried himself off the ground and stares at her. "Sorry to break it to you toots, but I'm a criminal and the first rule of being a criminal is that I do not pay for a little piece of pussy."

Poor misguided soul. He definitely did not know who he was dealing with.

Kagome smiled at the now dubbed "criminal", pitying him. "I have news for you too, homeboy. Or should I say Hirohito Onbi."

Hirohito smile widened, generally impressed by the girl's knowledge of local criminals. "You're pretty smart for a whore. You're capable of reading those wanted banners in the village. I like that."

"Right..." Kagome grinned, giving him the thumbs up sign. "Also to burst another one of your wonderful bubbles, I am not a harlot." She stretches out her arms, presenting her appearance to him. "As you can see."

"You're not, eh?" He snickered, again. "But you're still going to spread your legs for me, toots."

Kagome grimaced. "No way. That wasn't my intentions. I just needed some quick cash and what better way to get it from a place bustling with criminals. The moment you hand me that cash then I'm out, just like that." She snapped her fingers. "But you had to make it difficult. What woman in their right mind would want to have sex with a fool like you anyway?"

"Bitches that fear me." Hirohito answered. "And now you shall know the reason why they fear me. I'm a cold blooded mother-fucking killer." He takes out a knife.

Kagome nodded her head in pity. "Don't do this." She scoffed with her arms akimbo. "I'm warning you. You're a wanted man and apparently, no one will give a damn if I were to kill you. That'll be less problems in this town."

Hirohito laughed, maniacally. "Baby you actually think that you can do me in!? Don't make me laugh! Hmm... I wonder... Would you still be as attractive once I scared your face and deflate one of your tits?" He was going on into something ugly. "Or how about if I knife you in your delicate ass?"

"I dunno." Sighed Kagome. "You tell me..." She scrutinizes her fingernails for any dirt, bored.

"You asked for it!!" Hirohito raged as he charged at Kagome with his knife aiming for her left breast, just like he promised. The next thing he knew, he was off his feet and soaring through the air only to collide with the wall. He slumped back to the floor in a heap. "Bitch... nice... trick..."

"You've forgot this." Said Kagome, flicking his knife in her hands as if the dangerous weapon was a coin. Kid's got talent. "You wasn't kidding about stabbing my breast part, weren't you? For shame. I need my breasts. All the better to woo the strong, honorable gentleman whom I'll someday marry."

"You ain't shit..." He muttered.

"You thinks so? I effortlessly acquired your attention..." She tilted her head up a little as in thought. "Maybe you're right. I can do better. I shouldn't court with scum like you."

"Fuck you!!" He throws a knife at her. Unfortunately for him, the girl caught it in between the tips of her fingers.

"Hiro! You have so many dangerous toys on you." Toyed Kagome. "You can put an eye out."

Hirohito charged at her again, this time in pure desperation. He tried his best to deliver harm to came but was quickly failing. A furious flurry of jabs, uppercuts, and straight punches that the girl effortlessly dodged. "Trick! Do something else other than chickening out!!"

"Okay. That I will." Kagome responded, as she grabbed him by his collar with her left hand and lifted him. In her other hand, she held the knife at ready, pointing towards his chest. "There. Happy now?"

Hirohito immediately cringed in horror as he realized that he wasn't a match for the girl that held him effortlessly in the air. He hastily fished into his pocket for another weapon and fished out a gun...

And fired with wanton disregard...

The bullet narrowly missed as Kagome tilted her head to avoid being shot in the face and drove the knife into Hirohito's chest and slammed him pretty hard into the floor. Kagome kneeled by his dying body, only to search his pockets for money that she was after. The crook has a fair amount that can last her another week or two. Kagome stood over his moribund body and glance down at his face without even the slightest regret for the heartless criminal. "Well, I did warned you." Kagome nodded. "What do you have to say for yourself now?"

Among the pool of his own crimson blood, he smiled, sadly. "You... you... have lovely... underwear. It was a... pity...that... I... couldn't..." He coughed up blood from his mouth. "...sex... you..."

Kagome arched her skirt a bit in a questionable manner. "They better be nice. I paid good money for these." She release the arch and gazed back down at the criminal. "Seeing dead people yet?"

"Go... to hell..." He breathed.

"You know about it, don't cha?" Kagome gestured right before she immediately thrust her attention to the door squeaking on it's hinges. "You had any luck, Kagura?"

The hanyou girl (A/N: Yes. She's a hanyou in this story.) nodded with a victorious grin. "I've managed to mug an unfortunate fellow for his cash." She held up a roll of bills in front of her. "The poor bastard's actually thought that I was going to fuck him. Kagome, let me tell you, this guy had a little dick but he acted like that it was something new." She scowled at a memory. "Doing all that good for nothing bragging and he wasn't in the least bit packing. He disgusts me!" She skews her visage to the dead body on the floor. "Damn Kagome! He must of had it coming?" Her auburn eyes wide with slight shock. Kagura is a beautiful elfin woman whom wore an elegant white and raspberry violet kimono/yukata.

"Pretty much. He technically killed himself." Kagome responded. "C'mon, let's find Nazuna and bolt from this place."

Speak of the devil, the said girl burst through the door. "What happened? I've heard gunshots." She wondered. "Whoa! That's more to the body count."

"Nazuna, you managed to stock up on some money?" Kagura inquired.

"Only enough for another two dinners." She answered.

"Good." Nodded Kagome. "Let's get out of here before we're--"

"HIROHITO!!" A gang of men shouted in disbelief.

"...caught..." Kagome finished with a pout. She slowly reaches into her sheath to pull out her ninja dagger.

Kagura chuckled. "Bout fucking time for some action."

Nazuna brandishes a pair of nunchucks and whirled them with expertise before gaining a stance. "Bless their souls..."

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High speed life. Living life fast and to the fullest, despite our past pains. Everyday presents a life-threatening situation that my friends and I go through. Life is so full of unexpected twists and turns. I told you everything is not as it seems...

END OF PROLOGUE

A/N: Like it? Hate it? Glad that Kagome's an ass kicking manic or disappointed that this is an alternate universe fiction? Let me know if you read it. Plus, you're going to find out why I game the story it's name. It will all fall into place.

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