A/N: Well, this is slightly based on the movie She's All That, except for character personalities, and a lot of other things but the plot is basically quite similar. Also, I've just read a bunch of soppy stuff, so if there's similarities, my deepest apologies, but I'm a hopeless, depressed, and "in need of grief counseling" according to my mom, with a weird sense of humor so obviously, I'm a tad weird. Oh well. I'll stop babbling now, here's the story, I hope you all like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. That's all I'm going to say.
It's All in the Game of Love
When I was seventeen, my life changed. Everything around me changed. Maybe I changed. Whatever it was, something changed.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to be melodramatic. I know that most people think that I'm crazy and that the only possible thing that could change my life at seventeen is drugs.
Oh, how wrong they are.
It's something very different from drugs. So very different.
'It's' not an it actually, 'it' is her.
The girl that changed everything.
That changed me.
Again, I'm not trying to be dramatic, neither am I exaggerating.
I guess to really get you to see the picture, I need to take you back to those times. It wasn't too long ago, merely a few years.
Remembering this makes my head spin. It is a confusion to me, it was then, it is now. As I look back, I am shifted through the lines of anger, joy, sorrow, happiness, regret, and most of all, love. Something I hadn't been accustomed to at all. It was a time where my emotions ran wild, when I couldn't control anything in my mind. It was the year that she had finally played a role in my life. After years of merely seeing her in the halls. She had stepped into the open door and I had locked it behind her.
This is the year that she changed my life.
The year that she changed me.
Chapter 1: The Impossible Task
"Get up!" I moaned, turning over lazily into the warmth of my bed. I felt the covers being thrown off of me, leaving me, clad in nothing but boxers, in the dead of a winter morning. I could almost here the theatrical 'Dun Dun!' as I was so rudely exposed.
"Shit." I growled. Yes, my language was not the best in those days. My only excuse was that in some dictionaries, the words were there. Not the best excuse, but in those days, I felt I could get away with almost anything. Which is why that if this story was on , do you know what that is? Well, if it were on there, this would either be a rated r fic of pg 13, for language and other things that might come up in my twisted and unpredictable life. But, of course, it's not, this is merely the story of what happened to me back then.
So do you want to know or not.
"Little brother, I do not enjoy seeing you like this, but if I leave, I have nothing to look forward to but a lecture from Father, now get up!" I growled once more, squirming uncomfortably in my bed, not much warmth came to me.
"Shit." I repeated. Suddenly, something came to me, 'The morning is a fortune cookie for what the rest of your day will unfold.' Yes, that was in my fortune cookie the previous morning. I pretty much interpreted that as, 'You get shit in the morning, you get shit in the day, you get shit in the night.'
Very encouraging. Yes, plenty of reason why I should get out of my bed and go to school.
It was not long before I realized that my brother's voice was gone, and usually, he wouldn't give one minute up when he could be trying to make my life a living hell.
I opened one eye groggily just in time to see a pail of ice water rising above my body.
Needless to say that a cry rung out among Sarasaki Road. I heard a snicker as I shivered violently in the now freezing bed. 'Bastard.' I told my brother mentally, honestly, I would have said it out loud had my teeth not been chattering. 'Yep, today's going to be a Grrrreat day.' I thought bitterly, cursing my luck.
"I take it Inuyasha's up!" I heard a feminine voice from downstairs. I heard father chuckle in agreement.
"Remind me to buy an alarm clock." I said, watching my brother's amused face as he tossed the now empty pail at me.
"You hit the last one with a baseball bat remember?" Yes, and the one before that, I had thrown my father's prized bowling ball at, the one before that, I had simply chucked out the window...only to have it crash into the neighbor's window.
Alarm clocks and myself had never quite gotten along had we?
I mumbled incoherently as my dear older brother, Sesshoumaru left my room without another word.
He had always made such a deal about being older than me, but in reality, it's only by a few months. He's only a half brother actually, father had gotten his mother pregnant, but she died with the complications of having him, by then, they had already been divorced, and he had moved on to my mother. Worked fast didn't he?
With another long moan, I rolled off of my bed, anxious to get out of the soaked bed. Landing on the floor with a thump, I "umph'ed" and got onto my feet. I swayed like a willow for a second before going to take a nice, warm shower. Hopefully, mother wouldn't venture into my room later and find my bed soaked...she would wonder if I needed to be potty trained again.
Showered, dry, dressed, and ready to go, I ran down the stairs and out of the house with a hurried goodbye. Regretting the fact that I had obliviated my other alarm clocks, I flew into my red mustang convertible, jamming the keys and revving up the engine.
"Dammit." I swore, backing out of the driveway. Now, I should probably tell you now that I was a real speed demon. I drove like a madman and some people today will tell me that I still do.
"GET OUTTA MY WAY!" I roared at an elderly woman who was currently crossing the street.
Her beady eyes widened in fear as she put herself into hyper speed
which was pretty much .00001 miles per hour.
The Old Woman's Society had planned against me that day, but finally, seventeen elderly women and nineteen of the blasted red lights later, I pulled into the school's parking lot where I had my marked parking spot.
It wasn't exactly marked, it's just that if anyone parked there, they knew they'd be dead meat.
I ran into the little niche of hell that some people would tell you was called "high school".
It wasn't the fact that I wanted to be on time, well in this case, not completely miss first period, but the fact that I didn't want another "responsibility" lecture from father. If I had to take another one of those 'I'm not mad, just disappointed.' speeches again, I was likely to go mad.
As I burst into the classroom doors, I was greeted with the stares of my classmates.
"Mr. Sakata. Do you favor detentions?" Mr. Takashi, one of my most "favorite" teachers asked. What kind of stupid question was that?
"What kind of stupid question is that?" Had this been a manga, I'd probably sweat drop right now.
Mr. Takashi frowned. "Make that two detentions." He said, as if that would make me back down.
"As if that will make me back down." This is getting quite old isn't it?
The teacher glared, "Three detentions Mr. Takashi. Sit down." I 'feh'd' at him, walking over and lounging in my chair.
Since the real story doesn't begin until lunch, let's fast forward shall we?
The cafeteria was one noisy place.
"Like, oh my gosh! I broke a nail!" The cheerleaders.
"Oh! The TRAGEDY!" The drama club.
"Oh, these floor tiles resemble the game board!"
"It is true, the world revolves around the art of the game!" The chess club.
"No! I should get this fork because the metal has more of MY fingerprints on it. And therefore, it is MINE!" The debate team.
"YOU PERVERT!" And, I've found my friends. I walked over to where my best friend Miroku Houshi, and a girl named Sango Taija were now arguing. Actually, Sango was yelling at him while he was smiling "innocently", sporting a red hand mark on his right cheek. Sometimes, I think his name should be Miroku Hentai. Yes, my best friend... the pervert. For three years This went on every day. I sighed and walked over to a table of fresh men, or, should I say, fresh meat. One look at them and they cowered away, scampering off to another table. Smiling rather arrogantly, I sat down, watching as the table slowly became occupied with the rest of the football team.
Now, I'm not sure whether I'm proud of looking back anymore but I was the king of the school, and I knew it.
Okay, so Sesshoumaru and I were pretty much battling it out, but the fact was that people pretty much feared us, and that too, we knew.
They knew we knew.
And we knew they knew.
And they knew that we knew that-oh, you get the picture.
Finally, when Sango had left with another smack, Miroku accompanied us on the table, now the proud owner of two red handprints on two cheeks and a dreamy grin. "It was worth the pain." He sighed.
"Sure." I replied, poking questionably at the "food".
So there we were during another lunch at the cafeteria. Having another constructive conversation.
"Yeah, well I can balance this spoon on my nose!" I never said it was an intelligible conversation.
"Rrriiight. Kouga, get that thing off your nose, you're making us look stupid."
"Hmph. You don't need him to do that." A feminine voice sounded and Sango sat there glaring at Miroku who just waved merrily at her.
"I think I'm going to ask her to the prom." Miroku said, finishing his wave. The prom. I hadn't been thinking of that.
Then again, it was a few months away.
"I'm not worried about that." Kouga said arrogantly. He had always been my arch rival. It really wasn't much of a competition in reality. "I could ask anyone and she'd be prom queen like that." He said, leaning back in his chair, snapping his fingers to prove his point.
"I'm sure." I said, smirking at him.
"Oh shut it you bastard. Like you could make a prom queen out of anyone." Kouga retorted.
"As a matter of fact, I could." I replied, taking a bite out of my food arrogantly. 'That was a mistake.' I thought. I had been so caught up in looking "cool", I had eaten the toxic waste.
"Okay then. Let's see it."
"And what do you propose that I do?" I asked. Had I known what I was getting into, I would've said 'no.' However, back then, everything was ego, ego, ego.
"What you just said you could do." He told me, smirking. "Make a prom queen out of ANYONE."
I raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?" I questioned.
"Well of course you idiot."
"And what's in it for me?"
"How about a little wager." He suggested.
I thought for a moment. "Sure, I could use more booze money." I informed him. Miroku smirked, I didn't even want to think about what he would use the money on. Oh all hell would break loose once he hit eighteen and was able to buy... stuff. But I should tell you that Miroku is a living, walking, talking oxymoron. Though some like Sango would say just a moron, he's a gentleman and a pervert in one. Does that make sense?
"Kagome Higurashi." Kouga said.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. Kagome Higurashi. Oh yes, her. We had been going to the same school since preschool. However, the only thing I knew about her was that she hated everyone except Sango. That's what I thought anyone.
Almost every school is the same. Popular. Middle. And dorks. (A/N: DORK'S UNITE! Woo hoo!) But Kagome, she was a loner. Well, with the exception of Sango. I never had gotten to know her, and that wasn't something on the top of my priority list anyway.
"You idiot. You said you could make a prom queen out of anyone right?"
"Yeah." I replied. Oh, had I only known what I was getting myself into.
"Well, how about her? Get her to be prom queen, make her fall in love with you and you win. Should be easy for the GREAT Inuyasha" Before I could say anything, the trusty bell rang, signaling, my favorite, more classes!
So there I was, a couple hours later, shaking off the fatigue that came from just awakening at the end of science class, waiting for her. The girl I had never taken the time to know.
All these years, I knew that my parents and hers were friends, but we weren't. We weren't really enemies, just pretty much came from different parts of the high school food chain.
Finally, I saw her emerge from a corner around the hall, heading for the door. Good ol' Miroku had volunteered to "occupy" Sango, leaving Kagome free.
I jogged up to her, 'might as well get this over with.'. "Hey." I told her, cutting off her beeline to the door.
Her eyes widened a fraction. Then, she looked from left to right, as if checking to see if I were really talking to her. I fought the urge to chuckle at her behavior.
I opened the door for her, "After you my lady." I told her, holding out an arm.
She gave me an odd look. 'This is going to be a piece of cake.' I thought too myself. Yes, I was arrogant, and over confident. Self esteem didn't seem to have limits for me. I figured, all the girls would kill to go out with me, making Kagome fall in love would be easy as pie right?
She then did something that completely shattered my thoughts.
She glared at me.
Rolling her eyes, she stepped outside, making sure to bump me in the process. "Hey yourself." She said coldly, before making her way into the parking lot.
I stood there in shock for a moment. 'This is going to be a problem.'
A/N: Sorry I went so fast, but it's late and I wanna go to bed. I have a Japanese test tomorrow. Woo hoo!
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Next chapter: Will Inuyasha's charms work?
Why is Sango talking menacingly to an egg?
Did Miroku really make the fire hydrant explode?
All this and more on the next episode of It's All in the Game of Love! Dun Dun Dun Dun DUUUUUUUUUN! falls to the floor snoring