YAY! An update! I started writing this today instead of writing my Shakespear paper. See, my WR122 class was cancelled so I had an extra hour to write the paper, and then that was so much time that it must have been fate for me to update. What do you think, good logic? I think so.

Some people have been asking about the Ruthless songs, like where they can find them and stuff. I think I've said this before, but I'll say it again. cough cough I wrote them, lol. I wanted to release my muse though and show the world so I invented Ruthless hehehe. Yeah… anyways.

Oh! And thanks to anyone out there who reviewed Temporary. The idea had been playing in my mind for a while, so finally I sat down and wrote it. Took forever though. 25 PAGES. That's insane, for the record.

Enjoy! I think I have some neat plot twists for this one.

"Smile a lot, but not enough to creep him out."

She had always been a good student. Even if the lessons were boring, she had always been able to absorb the information given her. She caught on quickly to most concepts.

"Play a little hard to get, but not too hard. He can't think you're easy but you need to seem possible."

Often, she was able to find at least one aspect of a lesson that interested her, latching on to that to help her better grasp the situation as a whole. Even if she didn't understand the whole thing, she could almost always bluff her way through.

"And even though this goes against your nature, don't argue with him. He's the kind of guy who likes to be in charge."

But this was definitely not one of those times, and there wasn't a single part of this lecture that she was interested in. The whole thing made her feel sick to her stomach.

But that was probably her sense of imminent mental suicide.

"Of course," Inuyasha smirked, taking his eyes off the road so she could get the full affect. "You don't need me to tell you all of this. You're a pro." He had definitely gotten over her being some kind of 'slut'. Yup, the consequences of that were just too juicy for him to resist. "You got that loser Hojo to follow you around like a lost puppy."

"Yeah," She muttered, staring at the road as if that could convince him to pay attention to it again. "I'm a real evil genius." He snickered wickedly and road or no road, she smacked him in the head. "Stop talking." She ordered. "I have to mentally prepare myself for seducing . . ." She still hated that word, much less using herself and another name in context with it. "That person." She finished, spitting it out.

"Kouga." He supplied helpfully. "You're seducing Kouga." The look she gave him, hooded and dark, only made him laugh. He was in a really good mood today, for some reason. He'd thought he'd feel bad about missing out on his plans with Miroku, but apparently he hadn't been needed, much less wanted. And he'd actually had a good time with Kagome, somehow putting him in an even better mood to torture her.

"Thanks ever so." Her voice was dry. She ignored him after that. She didn't want to talk about Kouga anymore, but she couldn't help but think about him. A part of her felt horrible at what she would be doing to him. It was so cruel! But another part was more embarrassed than anything else. How in the world was she going to pull off being an experienced seductress? She'd never even been kissed!

They pulled into the school, and even though all she wanted to do was sink down in her seat, she forced herself to sit up straight and look around at everyone. Kouga usually hung out with his little group in the same spot every day, so she had Inuyasha let her out before he parked so she could go find him.

Sure enough, there he was, surrounding by his gang, making her situation that much more embarrassing. Of course. Since when was anything not embarrassing for her? She squared her shoulders and prepared to face her humiliation. Or exalt her seduction capabilities, depending on how it all played out. She wasn't really counting on that though.

As she approached them, she mentally reviewed all Inuyasha had told her and combined that with knowledge gleaned from romance novels. She made her steps slow, and made sure not to head directly at them, rather, hoping that they'd call out to her. She didn't look their way, but made sure that her posture relaxed and hesitant, making her look approachable.

"Hey Kikyo!" Sure enough. If nothing else, men were predictable. Kouga waved her over and met her half way. "What, were you not going to say hi?" His followers all gave her welcoming grins, though some were a little friendlier than she would have liked.

She felt her cheeks flush. Not because of any modesty on her part, but because she couldn't believe what she was going to say. "Oh!" She made herself give him a small smile, but couldn't help biting her lip a little. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes. "I just didn't want to," She shrugged, the picture of insecurity. "Bother you I guess. I mean, you're with your friends and I don't want to be annoying."

He put a hand on her shoulder, apparently unaware of what a gesture like that tended to imply in the high school world. She had to force herself not to flinch out of guilt. "Nah, we like you. Right boys?" They all smiled at her, and one actually ruffled her hair, though she didn't see his face. "See? C'mon, I'll walk you to class." He waved goodbye to the others, and headed into the school with her. His moved from resting on one shoulder, to circling around the back of her head and loosely grasping the other.

Yeah. People were staring.

"So," He was talking so she had to stop staring at the ground and look up. That sucked. "Is your brother still being a pain?"

"He's always a pain." She said absently. A girl from one of her classes walked by them, and her eyes widened noticeably when she caught sight of them. Another student, a boy from her second period class, actually had his mouth open. Did these people have no lives? She tried to look down again, but Kouga kept talking.

"So don't hang out with him as much. I can give you rides to and from school, if that's a problem. He's not the world's greatest guy, and I don't want you to be influenced by him." Rides to and from school? That'd be great for the plan but she wasn't sure she'd be able to handle it. Knowing her track record, she'd probably die.

"I'm not influenced by my brother." She assured him, once again looking him straight in the eye. "If I was, I wouldn't be talking to you now." He nodded, and she looked away again. Why did it have to be so embarrassing! She knew she shouldn't leave it up to him to make conversation; she had to keep him interested. Furiously, she racked her brain. "How's life?" She asked. Yeah, that was a great question.

He didn't seem to think it was as stupid as she did. He shrugged. "Fine, I'm not to busy right now, I just quit one of my after school jobs because the boss was a jerk. I'm actually feeling kind of good about that one."

She laughed, albeit half heartedly, but it was still a laugh. "Where were you working at?" The conversation was getting easier. He answered her and they started talking about his various jobs. But the more she started to enjoy herself, the guiltier she felt. And just when she thought she could handle it, that playing her new role wasn't going to be as hard as she thought, some idiot running through the hallway pushed his way past her, effectively knocking her over.

Right on top of Kouga.

Her face burned. It wasn't a blush, it was on fire. "Sorry!" She stuttered, scrambling to get off of him. All she succeeded was falling off of him, onto the floor. She couldn't but groan when her chin made contact with the tile floor. "Ow."

He grinned, amused.

Idiot.

All friendly feelings for him evaporated. He deserved whatever he got.

But then he stood and held out a hand to her, keeping the grin in check, and helped her up. "Don't worry about it." He shrugged. "It wasn't your fault anyway." That was it. No insults. No mocking laughter. No Inuyasha type response at all.

Now the guilt was back.

She was at school early again.

And no, she was not hoping Miroku would show up.

Ten minutes before the bell rang. If he was going to come, he'd have come by now. She bit the tip of her pencil and tried to force herself to concentrate on her school work. Learning had never come easy for her and she had to work hard to stay near the top. Not like Miroku, he never seemed to do any studying, but his grades were great.

But she wasn't thinking about him.

"So if I do this, and then try and . . ." She paused to bite the pencil again. She had a habit of talking out loud, it helped her concentrate, but in such an abstract way that no one could ever make sense of it.

"Or you could forget that and talk to me." She didn't even have to turn around to know he was grinning. That's all he ever did. That's all he'd done on his birthday. Grin, and laugh, grin, and say something incredibly funny, grin, and give her one of those trademark compliments that she refused to let herself believe were sincere, and then grin.

"I already ditched school work to hang out with you once before." She informed him, turning around in her seat so she could see that grin she knew by heart. "It wasn't worth it." He laughed. Oh! Why couldn't it be sincere!

"Then I'll have to make it up to you." She shot him a dry look. "What? It's not like I don't have ideas." Here it was, the killer. She was already feeling uncomfortable, but he enjoyed teasing her too much to let up. "In fact, just standing here talking to you fills my mind with so many plans-"

"Daydreams." She told him, her voice muffled from staring at her desk to hide her blush. "Impossible fantasies your perverted mind makes up to keep happy."

His eyes widened innocently. "Sango! I'm surprised at you! I never said anything about that." Yup, he could almost feel the heat radiating off her skin. She was beyond embarrassed. "It seems to me that you're the one with the dirty mind." He made his voice low and walked over next to her. "Not that I mind."

!

Her arms were crossed, her self satisfied smirk banishing the blush from her cheeks. Even in his pain he had to admit that look worked for her too. He limped a step away from her, giving her a pitiful look. "You didn't have to kick me."

Now it was her turn to look innocent. "I thought you were the kind of guy who liked that sort of thing." It was so weird hearing that kind of talk come from her! He shrugged it off from other people, but she made him feel like an awkward stupid school boy.

His smile was strained as he rubbed his bruising leg. "Yeah Sango. That was a real turn on." There was a strange noise and then she clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. His eyes shot up, staring at her accusingly. "I made you laugh!"

She shook her head firmly, releasing her mouth. "No," She corrected. "You made me choke."

He had something to say to that, something witty and fun, but he was interrupted by a newcomer. A male newcomer. "Sango?" The new person asked nervously, shooting darting glances at Miroku. The look on his face was enough to terrify the younger student.

"Yeah? Hinta right?" She gave him one of those friendly, polite smiles. They were trademark for most of the population at school, and she generally handed them out to everyone who approached her, but that didn't stop Miroku from getting possessive of it as soon as it was directed at a guy.

The boy nodded, almost shyly. He walked across the room until he was right in front of Sango. He seemed to be doing his best not to look at Miroku. Smart boy. "Yeah," He answered he quietly. "Um, I wanted to," He could almost feel Miroku's glare. Lucky for the older boy, Sango was more interested in trying to listen to the other then casting a glance in his direction. "Uh, ask you . . . something."

"Go for it." She made her voice light, and kept the smile plastered on. Oh joy. Another would be boyfriend. Why didn't people just stop asking? It wasn't like any of them knew her. And she knew for a fact that once they did, they wouldn't be interested. Guys now days wanted a pretty, friendly, passive, meek girl with no backbone. She wasn't interested.

"Um," He shot another glance at Miroku, but this time pressed on. "Are you doing anything today?" He looked so hopeful. She hated it when they did that.

"No . . ." She answered slowly, hoping the look on her face might make him back off. If anything, he looked more hopeful.

"Do you want to?" His eyes were wide and earnest. "I was going to try and get passes to the-" She cut him off in an attempt to spare him further humiliation.

"Hinta, I-"

"She's not interested." Miroku broke in, cutting her off. He wasn't even looking at her, too busy glaring at the other boy. Hinta looked back and forth between the two.

She felt herself getting annoyed. "I can speak for myself you know." What right did he have to answer for her? She knew better than to believe he was jealous, so it could only be his male pride and there was no way she was going to let him boss her around.

"Of course you can." He just said the words, another line. This time it was apparent to even her that he was just reciting them. "I just thought this guy was being too pushy."

Pushy? He had barely managed to ask! "Miroku, go away and stop pretending to be my knight in shining armor." She glared up at him and he met it with equal vigor, unable to understand why she didn't want him to help her make a point.

"Miroku!"

It was Eri, flanked by two other girls. Perfect timing as far as Sango was concerned. "Your fan clubs waiting." She informed him, already turning back to Hinta. He wanted to brush them off, but Sango remained resolute as two of the girls latched on to each of his arms.

Half heartedly, he allowed them to drag him off, and students passed by him to fill the classroom. Craning his neck over the shortest girls head, he could just barely see Sango talking with that other boy. In aggravation, he stalled the girls until the boy came out. "Hinta?" He called, doing his best to stay calm and collected in front of other students. "What'd she say?" His smile was friendly, and warm, confusing the younger boy. He didn't say anything, just shook his head.

Miroku grinned, finally able to pay attention to the girls trying to spurn his interest.

Touching.

Trust Inuyasha to come up with something that awkward.

Nothing nasty, just brushing the fingers against the sleeve of his shirt, or gently pushing his hair out of his eyes, something that involves some form of contact. Something totally normal and natural that sparks interest in the guy.

There was nothing normal or natural about it, though she was sure she'd gotten his attention.

First, she tried to do the hair brush thing, and that was at lunch. Somehow she'd managed to poke him in the eye, and had to cover up with the lame excuse that there was an eyelash.

After that she'd tried the hands on sleeve approach. Instead of gazing into her eyes and saying whatever crap line Inuyasha had predicted, he'd focused his attention on his shirt. "You like it?" He asked. "I had my uniform made out of a different material that's more comfortable." She'd managed a nod with a weak smile.

So much for seductress.

Mr. Otami, Inuyasha's last period teacher, finally put away all his lecture materials. There were still a few minutes left of class but that didn't stop the students from packing up their supplies. The door opened, and another teacher walked in.

"Ah!" Otami smiled. "Hojo! There you are! I was just getting ready to tell them." At the sound of the newcomers name, Inuyasha looked up, his expression a cross between annoyance and amusement.

Hojo gestured with his hands, encouraging his colleague to go ahead and explain to the students. Catching sight of Inuyasha, he shot a not so discreet wink in his direction. Inuyasha's expression didn't change at all.

"Class!" Otami rapped his desk with a ruler, waiting until most of the eyes were on him. "Hojo, a new instructor at our school, and I are going to be taking you all on a field trip, two days from now. The permission forms are on the table on your way out, and if you want, each person can bring a friend, as long as it's signified on the form."

"Where are we going?" Someone from the back of the class called out.

Otami just shook his head. "You'll see when we get there. Hojo and I thought it might be fun if we made it something of a surprise."

"Yeah." Another student muttered. "Fun."

The class all started to pack up. Inuyasha jammed his back full, already filling his thoughts with anything not academic. Miroku came up from behind him, already ready to go. "Hey, do you have anyone in mind to bring for the trip?"

Inuyasha made a face. "No. Who would want to go on some dopey trip with those two teachers?"

Miroku glanced over at the people in question. "Is Hojo that bad? I haven't seen him around."

"He's that bad." Inuyasha said shortly, grinning slightly at some secret joke.

"Anyways, if you're not bringing anyone, maybe you could do me a favor?" Miroku smoothly steered the conversation back to where he wanted it. He tried to appear calm and relaxed but he could feel the muscles in his back tensing.

Inuyasha narrowed his eyes. "What favor? Inviting one of your stupid groupies?" He was already shaking his head. "I don't want to be stuck with one of them all day, especially not if I have to watch them fall all over you."

Miroku hurriedly corrected him. "No, not one of them. I was more thinking someone who would just go to have fun. Your sister's been making friends lately, hasn't she?"

Now he was even more suspicious. "Yeah . . ."

"Well, why don't you invite her? I'll invite one of her friends too, so she won't feel uncomfortable. What do you think? I'm sure she'd have fun, and I've been wanting to hang out with the 'new Kikyo' everyone's been talking about." He held up his hands, the picture of innocence. "And I won't do anything perverted. I promise."

He actually looked hopeful. That creeped Inuyasha out more than the fact that his best friend wanted to hang out with his little sister. "Uh . . ." He didn't want to answer, didn't want to say no, but it was so wrong! "Fine." He muttered, slinging his bag over his shoulder and stalking out of the room. Miroku didn't follow.

What was it about her? First Hojo, the creepy obsessed tutor. And then Kouga, the bad boy who was falling neatly for her. And now Miroku? His best friend! It wasn't right!

And how was he going to keep Miroku from falling for Kagome posing as Kikyo while she's trying to get Kouga to fall for her so she could break his heart for him? He'd been able to understand it until Miroku had gone and started getting stupid.

Now he had a headache.

There we go! Who saw that coming? Inuyasha's afraid Miroku likes Kagome? But He likes Sango? And Kagomes trying to Seduce Kouga, who's falling for her, but she's going to fall for Inu, and Inuyasha's gonna fall for a girl that looks like his sister. While she's ACTING like his sister! Throw in a crazed ex-tutor and a haunted past and voila! I love writing this fic!

Rogue Pryde.

P.S. Yeah, this is redundant, but I really do like the reviews! I read them all and giggle and laugh and tell Tabby. Trust me. She hates them lol. Jk