Konnichi wa minna-san. This is my second Inu Yasha fic, and it's also AU. I had so much fun writing "A little less talk, and a lot more action." (San/Mir) I decided to write this one. It will have some Sango/Miroku in it, but it's basically implied Kagome/Inu Yasha. Please feel free to review, saying anything you want. Flames are accepted, as long as they're not overly dramatic. The characters might be a touch OOC, but it's the way it has to be for this fic to work. Gomen. Will become a songfic later on. Oh, and Inu Yasha is in his human form and has no hanyou form.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Inu Yasha. See? I was honest.
PG-13 for Inu Yasha's potty mouth, just to be safe.
How do you like me now? - Chapter One
Senior year, High school
Hundreds of students sat impatiently through a two-hour assembly. A young man near the center row was flicking wadded up paper at the preppies two rows ahead of him. He scored a hit on a cheerleader with too much make-up on.
"Heh, got one." He snickered, readying himself for another toss.
His best friend sighed hopelessly, "Inu Yasha would you knock it off? You're gonna get caught. Besides, that girl was cute."
"Tch, I'm so scared. What will they do to me if I'm caught that they haven't already done? Answer me that Miroku." Inu Yasha chucked another paper ball, hitting another target: Kouga. The soccer captain turned around and gave Inu Yasha the one-fingered salute.
"You're hopeless." Miroku sighed, "Could you try not getting detention, which always ends me up there as well, for one day?"
"Hey, I didn't ask for you to stick up for me. That was your own doin' man." Inu Yasha yawned, "I could be practicing right now, but no we hafta sit here and listen to our principle blab on about useless crap."
Miroku was about comment that there was only five more minutes left, when the principle, Mr. Tatsuki, tapped the microphone annoyingly. He cleared his throat, and the auditorium quieted.
"I would like to acknowledge a student, who has made this school very proud. We have been informed since the last progress tests that our school has the brightest student in our whole prefecture [1]. Higurashi Kagome!"
The crowd erupted in cheers as a raven-haired girl walked up to the podium and accepted her award. Kouga let out a sharp whistle, making the girl laugh.
"Wow, I didn't expect to be the best student in the prefecture. This is such an honor." Kagome said, eyes alight.
"Heh, whatever. She knows she's the best, she just pretends not to notice." Inu Yasha mumbled to himself.
A sly smile crept across his best friend's face, "Oh-ho, does Inu Yasha think she's the best? Hmm?" Miroku said in his annoying fashion. Four years of high school and Inu Yasha had never had a girlfriend…other then that psychotic Kikyou chick. He shuddered at the memory.
"Stop bein' an ass, Miroku." Inu Yasha growled out.
"But your not denying it. Very interesting…" Miroku dodged at the last second as a fist was hurled his way.
"Shut the hell up."
The assembly had finally finished, letting the high schoolers free for the weekend. Inu Yasha and Miroku walked down the breezeway [2], their bags slung over their shoulders casually.
"Miroku, wanna come to my house and practice? I got an extra guitar." Inu Yasha asked, popping his neck.
"Nah, can't. I got a date tonight." Even with that said, Miroku still groped a passing girl's bottom.
"You're disgusting. You really could get sued for sexual harassment for that one day." The guitarist shook his head, but his eye caught something. He turned his head sharply to catch a glimpse of a certain raven-haired girl. She was surrounded by at least ten guys, presumably all asking her to be their date on homecoming night.
Miroku hadn't noticed that Inu Yasha hadn't been paying close attention to his words until then. He followed his best friend's line of sight at saw Kagome. Another one of his infamous sly grins crossed his face, "I know she's fine, but staring is rude."
Inu Yasha's head snapped back around to face Miroku with murder in his eyes, "What the hell makes you think I was looking at that damned girl? Besides, staring is a lot better then groping."
"Depends on who you ask, my friend. I gotta go, catch ya later." Miroku waved Inu Yasha off as he headed to his car.
"Yeah, later." Inu Yasha climbed into his 1979 Chevrolet Camero and fired it up.
Finally reaching his destination, Inu Yasha headed straight for the guesthouse he had remodeled into his personal practice room. Opening the door, he found everything just as he had left it. Three guitars were propped upon their stands, two electric, then his pride and joy, a perfectly tuned acoustic guitar. He turned on his amps and plugged in his acoustic. This was his escape. Sure, he was classified as a "bad boy" at school, but he wasn't into the whole drug scene like most others were. That gave you pleasure for a short time, but eventually would let you down and mess with your head. Music never let you down. He reached for his pick just as his cell went off.
"Inu Yasha here, what do you want?" he barked out.
"Jeez, it's only me." Miroku chuckled, "Just wanted to apologize for not being able to play with you."
"It's not problem. By the way, I never asked who your date was. Am I gonna hafta ream it outta you, or are you gonna give the information willingly?" Inu Yasha asked.
"You're never going to believe me, but it's Sango." Miroku sounded so giddy it was freaking him out.
"You're right, I don't believe you." Inu Yasha said sarcastically.
"But it's true, she finally said yes." His best friend was growing more excited by the minute.
"Finally is right, you've been asking her since fifth grade." A chuckle escaped his lips, at his friend's expense.
"Wish me luck, then. I've got to get ready."
"I wish you all the luck in the world, you're going to need it."
"Talk to you tonight, later."
"Later."
He hung up the phone and took his favorite pick in hand; soon he began strumming softly. The melody was incomplete without a voice to accompany it, but Inu Yasha didn't want to sing, he only wanted to feel the music he was playing.
[1] – My mom's Japanese friend told me, that they have prefectures there instead of counties.
[2] – A breezeway is an open-air hallway with a covered roof that the middle school I attended had for students to walk under on there way to classes in different buildings.