Author's notes: hhmm, nope, can't think of anything, except be patient with me on this story, not only do I always seem to lack time to write, but I refuse to write a chapter unless I feel inspired to do so. Without inspiration, I write sucky chapters and u will have to read the sucky chapters, which means both sides will be pissed. Anywho, read on.


So This is War


They all stared at her, eyes darting away whenever she met theirs. Hushed voices swept across the schoolyard like a giant tidal wave, not a single voice talking above that of a whisper. Why was everybody staring at her like she was some leper? She nudged Sango who was walking at her right.


"Hey, did something happen?" She asked. Sango gave a perplexed look at her friend, shrugging her shoulders.


"I don't know, it's never been like this before. Maybe the boys will know, however clueless they usually are."


When they arrived by the towering tree they were greeted by somber expressions. Some of them didn't even raise their head, just looking at the ground as if there was something vastly interesting about it. Sango's eyes narrowed at the hunched back of her normally lecherous and energetic boyfriend.


"Mirokuuuu." Sango sang out sweetly in a voice so filled with threats that Miroku started backing away, inch by precious inch.


"He-hey Sango...um, I got homework to finish, bye!"


Miroku tried to take off at a run but Sango grabbed him by the collar of his navy jacket and pulled him to her with no effort whatsoever.


"What's wrong with everybody today? They're looking at Kagome-chan like she's the devil incarnate."


"N-nothing, maybe someone important died?" Miroku raised his hands in innocence.


"Important to everybody?" Sango loosed her hold on his jacket. "Well, looks like SOMEONE won't be getting ANY affection for a LONG time." Sango stated loudly and took Kagome's arm, guiding her to the building's entrance. 5....4....3....2....1....


"Wait!"


Miroku ran up to them and hastily looked around while pushing them towards the building's alleyway. He gave a deep sigh.


"Ok, it's like this, Kikyo has declared war."


Kagome raised an eyebrow at the term. An image of Kikyo in the green and black gear of a soldier popped into her head, only instead of a gun in her hand, it was a hairblower. She and Sango must have thought the exact same thing because they both busted out laughing. Miroku gave a frown at the two girls as they clenched their stomachs, getting more images of Kikyo with lipstick smudges on her cheeks and throwing perfume bombs.


"Hey! This is serious! Kikyo has issued that nobody is to speak with Kagome or else they'll suffer consequences." At that statement they both stopped their laughing to look at Miroku.


"Nobody is to look at you, talk to you, heck, nobody is even suppose to be around you. Not unless if someone is giving you a hard time." He added. "Kagome-chan, you are in BIG trouble. Kikyo has never done this at such a large scale before and she can think up some very nasty ways to get a person."


Kagome could feel her eyes glint despite the darkness of the alley.


"What right does she have to do that to a person?" But what Sango said next made her snap out of it.


"Kagome-chan, maybe you should lay low for a while."


What was this? Her own friend telling her to back out of a fight like this? Sango must have read her expression because her eyes begged her to listen.


"I've seen Kikyo act like this to a few people. If they pose a challenge to her in any way, she starts with the cold shoulder routine, then she has people play pranks on you, throwing things and yelling out insults. They don't even last two weeks, they just transfer out to another school far away. Don't let this happen to you Kagome! I won't be able to stop what she does!" Sango pleaded. "I don't want to see you hurt."


Kagome closed her eyes and counted to ten. Was it possible for one overly made up girl to cause this much trouble? Maybe Kikyo actually had enough brain cells to plot diabolical schemes. She opened her eyes and gave her most sincere smile.


"I'll try Sango, at least I'll try my best. But there is no way I'm going to another school." Sango let out the breath she had been holding.


"I wouldn't want you to. You can go ahead of me, I need a little talk with Miroku here."


Kagome began to walk out of the alley as she heard Sango scolding her boyfriend for actually going along with Kikyo's orders. More hushed voices and more darting glances greeted her as she slipped her shoes into its little compartment. Crowds of people scattered like flocks of birds as she walked down the hallway, as heads bent close to whisper some more. It was so quiet that the clicks of Kagome's shoes echoed loud and clear, the only sound in the usually bustling hallway.


"Looks like you managed to stir some things up in this school." A voice breathed into her ear. She whirled around and narrowly missed hitting foreheads again with the famed Sesshoumaru. There was no cold indifference in his eyes today but an amused expression that made his golden eyes flare even brighter. For some reason her breath caught in her throat but she swallowed it down.


"I don't stir things up, other do." She said harshly and moved to walk to her class.


"There is always a cause to a result." He commented cryptically as she walked into her classroom.

Once again, more stares and whispers but she ignored them and sat in her regular seat, only to find graffitti on the wooden desk. It had pictures of threatening skulls and names like slut and idiot. She couldn't help but grin at the handywork of Kikyo's workers and took a dark pen out of her backpack, putting in a few artistic flourishes here and there. If Kikyo thought she was going to push her out with insults, she was going to have to be nastier than the guys at the races. They had even gone far enough to flatten her tires with nails, right in front of her.

The teacher came in, ordering all the students to settle down even though they already had. The period was going by smoothly when something smacked her head and fell on to her desk, a paper wad. She opened it up to see a rather poorly done drawing of her with a chubby stomach and dropping breasts. Rolling her eyes, she flicked it back behind her, hearing a snicker. And so the morning went on with numerous paper wads accumulating near her desk till Sango angrily spoke up to the teacher about the throwing. Upon asking who had started it all, every finger pointed at Kagome and she was rewarded with detention after school.

It took all the patience in the world to not kick away her desk and walk out but she gritted her teeth and waited for the lunch bell to ring. The hallway became suffucatingly packed and while Kagome pushed her way towards the towering tree, she was shoved and tripped every foot of the way. At one point, someone actually elbowed her hard in the ribs, causing her to almost bend over in pain. Sango shouted curses but it was lost over the loud chatter of students. The two girls finally made it outside and to the safety of the tree.


"That stupid girl!" Sango shook a fist to the invisible air as Kagome sat on the ground, leaning against the sturdiness of the tree. She closed her eyes and tried to meditate but it did nothing to soothe her uncontrollable anger. It was starting to get to her, all the staring and talking and throwing. She could feel herself more and more inclined to tensing her muscles, ready to jump on someone and kick the living daylights out of them. What's the difference between them and the racing crowd? She stood up with the crick of her muscles and stretched.


"Hey Sango, I'm going to go up to the roof for some quiet time, I'll see you later, ok?" Kagome said before walking back into the school.


"Are you sure that's a good thing to do right now?" Sango called out from behind but her question was lost as her friend stepped into the building. Since most of the students dined inside she met no animosity until she got to the stairwell that led up to the roof. She felt something hit the back of her head and she reached back to feel something cold and oozy. She looked at her fingers, egg yolk. Something hard hit her arm and splattered all over her clean uniform, a rotten tomato. She swiveled her head towards the classroom window, which quickly slipped shut.

She stormed over to the classroom and slammed open the door only to be met by more eggs and more tomatoes that smacked her chest, stomach, arms, legs, everywhere. She turned and ran, unable to fight off the horde of students that continued to throw even as she sprinted up the stairs. She slipped several times and banged her knee on the hard stone of the stairs but still, she climbed till she pushed open the door to the roof.

She pushed the door closed and crumpled to the ground as she tried to wipe away all the goo and juice on her clothes and skin but she was stained. Her face clenched, trying to cry, but she fought back harder, battling off the feeling. I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry. They can't do that to me, they can't make me cry. They don't have enough power, they're weak, I'm strong. I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry  But humiliation took over all senses and one tear dribbled down her sticky cheek, which was quickly wiped away by an even stickier palm.

Her face stopped trying to cry but grew hard and cold as anger took over. She grew so angry that she could barely see and she punched at the ground, ignoring the various cuts it got from the rough cement. Who were they to throw things at her like she was some....some horrible being? Kikyo had just signed her death wish...her face lost its hardness. What was she thinking? Killing Kikyo? She buried her face in her hands and deeply breathed in and out till her nerves calmed down. With trembling effort, she stood up and walked to the balcony, looking down at the small figures of people walking back and forth, perhaps looking for her.

No, school wasn't better than the racing grounds because at least at races, there had been some code of honor, nobody threw things at each other like here. She sensed someone behind her and she whirled around to see Sesshoumaru towering over her with a handkerchief in his hand, offering it to her. He had no expression at all on his face, only holding the piece of cloth to her. She looked at it glumly, silently wondering if there was some hidden meaning behind his offer. She took it and marred the perfect whiteness of the silk with the egg yolk on her face. One piece of cloth wasn't going to clean up her whole body.


"Thank you." She said, giving it back to him, wondering if he had been watching her the whole time.


"Keep it, I have a feeling you're going to need it." He leaned on the balcony with her, looking down at the school grounds. The wind played with his hair, making it flow out like silver silk threads. His eyes were masked, as usual, and gave away nothing. "You're the first person she's felt threatened by."


"Kikyo." She said rhetorically with a frown, the anger still lurking beneath the surface. She let out a shuddering breath. "How can I threaten her? It's my first week here and I've done nothing at all."


"Courage always has a way of flinging someone's own faults back to their faces." He stated simply. "She fears your bravery and confidence."


Kagome gave an incredulous snort.


"Isn't she queen of the school or something? Her position is already set, so I've heard."


"Nothing is certain except the uncertainty of the future." He quoted and Kagome chortled at his words.


"Do you ever act normal?" She asked him, suddenly feeling lighter. She smiled at the warm breeze and threw her head back to catch it on her face. She could feel his burning stare but said nothing. The wind died down and she hopped away from the balcony. "I should get cleaned up, I can't go throughout the rest of the day like this."


"Come, we'll go down together and give Kikyo something to really feel threatened about." He held out an arm and Kagome looked at it confused. "Strike an enemy at their weakest spot." He added. She nodded her head, understanding what he was saying. She pushed aside their differences from the ball and laid her hand over his and they walked down the stair together.


Hiei's-Girl01: Nope, not a real kiss, just a brush on the draw. Hehehe, I bet you were wishing it was a real kiss huh? And thanks, decisions of love is my favorite too!

Crystal: *looks guiltily at the ground* I try to remember to send the chapters to winter-san but I have a terrible memory when it comes to it. Glad you like the story so far!

NarXie-marie: Ooo, really? Sounds sweet! I'm looking for a really good bike for Sesshoumaru and I might use that one, can you send me a pic of it with it's details by email? And your review isn't ridiculously long! I LOVE long reviews!

Kaora and Ladyofthedragons1: This is going to be a sess/kag (sorry for those out there who are sorely disappointed

Black Rose Lady: Ah, thanks! I was just putting together the most lavish party I could think of and that's what I came up with. I read over it again and it's not that bad. When there's another party, I'll try to get more descriptive.

Loveyaa: Everybody is human, but I want to keep their eyes and hair the same

Demeter, Goddess of Protection: I was wondering when somebody was going to ask me that. I'm making Inuyasha pretty smart, but he will lack some intelligence in the common sense department. And yup, I made Kagome arrogant on purpose which will change once she starts to mature and see her faults due to Sesshoumaru. I kind of made them change personalities, now that I think about it

Trina3: I'll try to write more race scenes, but I have to admit, I've never gone racing so I'm kind of in the dark on describing races. Anybody want to help me on that?

Raine84: Oops, guess I should be more descriptive, I'll try to change it when I can. But they were discussing plans right near Kagome, she was dancing away on the floor far away from them. And they are sneaky business guys, of course they aren't silly enough to discuss their plans nearby. The business world can be very false sometimes and it's hard to know who is friend or foe because everybody it out to beat each other, which is why Kagome was thinking the worse