High School Sucks

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and all that other good crap. Someone else does.

Summary: Inuyasha's life in high school. Story is better than the sucky summary says.

.:UPDATED July/9/09:.

Chapter 2

Inuyasha pounded on the front door of the Higurashi residence, demanding to be let in.

"I'm coming, Inuyasha!" A familiar voice called. Kagome opened the door, noting the big-ass duffel bag Inuyasha was holding. "Glad you're here. Did you pack for the night or for the rest of your life?"

"Shut up." The silver-haired boy invited himself in, kicking the door shut behind him. "So...Is anybody home besides you?"

"Yeah, my mom. Grandpa and Sota are out fishing. They won't be back for a while."

Inuyasha dropped his bag on the floor. "Awww! Now we can't do the stuff I was planning on doing with you!"

Kagome blushed. "Uh...What did you have in mind?" She already had an idea of what the boy had envisioned, but asked anyway in case she was just being a perverted school girl.

"Oh, you know. Prank calls...Messing up the house...Staying up late...Shit like that."

"Oh." Her face was now flushed in embarrassment. 'I thought he meant something naughty.' She giggled at the thought.

Mrs. Higurashi entered the room, smiling brightly at the half demon.. "Why hello, Inuyasha. How are you?"

The boy shrugged. "Fine, except for the fact that Sesshomaru is gonna kick my ass when I get home tomorrow or possibly at school." He shuddered at the thought.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Well, I've gotta go run some errands. Dinner's on the stove and since I won't be back until it's ready, I need you to make sure it doesn't overcook, Kagome. Bye!" Mrs. Higurashi waved at them before leaving, seemingly okay with the fact her teenage daughter was going to be alone for hours with the boy she was crushing on, and whom returned the feelings.

Inuyasha jumped around like an idiot. "Yes! We've got the place to ourselves!" He stopped his moronic movements. "Now let's start prank calling!"

A whole rainbow of colorful words erupted from Mrs. Diarrhea's mouth when the classroom phone began to ring. "Hold on a minute!" She barked at it before answering. "Hello? Alright, hold on a minute." She put her hand over the mouth piece. "Sesshomaru! You have a call."

Wondering who the hell would be calling him during detention, Sesshomaru walked up to the teacher's desk and took the phone from her. "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Sesshomaru?" An oddly familiar, yet unidentifiable, voice asked.

"Yeah." The dog demon could hear soft giggling in the background and heard whoever was calling whisper, "Shut up!" to whomever was giggling. "What do you-" Before he could finish the question, he heard a loud fart over the phone, then howls of laughing, and finally the dial tone. It clicked in his mind who the caller was.

Inuyasha.

"Oh, that bastard!" Sesshomaru threw the phone down, earning a harsh lecture littered with swears and curses from the aptly named Mrs. Diarrhea about, as she put it, "respecting other people's shit."

After the prank calling got boring, Inuyasha and Kagome decided to check on dinner.

The girl groaned as a certain scent wafted through the air. "Oh, God. Please don't tell me THAT is in the cooking pot."

Inuyasha gave her a quizzical look. "What are you talking about, Kagome?"

"Whenever Mom cooks something in the cooking pot with the lid on, it's gross and it's still moving by dinner time."

"Ew! Gross! You're lying!"

"Oh, am I?" She lifted the lid of the cooking pot and out came disgusting gurgles and eerie moans along with steam and a somewhat delicious scent.

Inuyasha gasped, backing away from the stove and unholy abomination until his back hit the island counter. "Oh, my God! Put the lid back down! It's trying to come out!"

Kagome immediately complied, slamming the lid down and locking it into place, noting with a cringe that a tentacle was caught under the lid, wriggling about freely.

"What the hell was that?!" The dog-eared boy shouted, fear making his voice louder than he intended it to be.

"It was supposed to be meatball surprise."

"That is NOT a good surprise if you ask me."

Kagome headed towards the phone. "Pizza or Chinese?"

"Chinese pizza!"

"Does that even exist?"

"Yes, now order one!"

Miroku lay sprawled over the plush chair in his living room as he talked to Sango on the phone, gossiping about this and that. They soon wound up in an interesting conversation involving Inuyasha and Kagome.

"Did I heard you right?" The boy asked, his tone implying that he wanted juicy details.

"Yeah, you did. Inuyasha is sleeping over at Kagome's house tonight."

Miroku grinned, even though Sango couldn't see it over the phone. "Ooooh. What's the occasion?"

"If Inuyasha's home tonight, he'll get his ass kicked by Sesshomaru when he gets back from detention."

"I bet that's not the only reason he's over there." The lecher chuckled deviously.

Sango scoffed in disgust. "Miroku, Inuyasha's not THAT kind of guy, unlike you."

"But, Sango, if Inuyasha didn't wanna do things with Kagome, then he would've asked to stay at my house or yours. Our houses are closer to his house than Kagome's is, anyway."

"Hmm...Good point. So, what do you think they're doing right now?"

"I bet Inuyasha's about to get it on with Kagome." There came the chuckle again.

"Friggin' pig."

"God, this pizza is awesome!" Inuyasha declared as he stuffed more pizza into his mouth.

Kagome promptly smacked him with a pillow. "Don't talk with your mouth full!"

Inuyasha returned the gesture with a couch cushion. "Don't hit me with a pillow!"

"Don't hit me with a couch cushion!"

"Want me to hit you with my fists?"

Taking a moment to consider her options, Kagome said, "No." and went back to eating her slice of pizza.

The golden-eyed boy made a "hmph" noise out of victory. "I thought so."

Sesshomaru tapped his fingers upon the hard top of the desk to keep himself awake. This was by far the longest detention he'd ever had to serve, and frankly it was just plain boring. He finished all the homework he was assigned to do, he already read all the magazines he had in his bookbag twice, and he even had enough time to read the copy of Hamlet he found under the desk AND decipher what all the Elizabethan dialog meant using nothing but his brain. Now he had nothing to do but sit and keep himself awake or Mrs. Diarrhea would throw another test tube at him. Maybe this time she'd throw one with acid in it.

Groaning, he asked, "When am I getting out of here?"

"At nine." The teacher stated, not bothering to look up from her magazine.

"What time is it now?"

"Uh..." Mrs. Diarrhea glanced at her watch. "Eight."

"You know, you should really get a clock in here."

"Shut the hell up, you hooligan! I don't need to take shit from you!"

"I was just saying-" And when a test tube containing what appeared to be an acidic liquid went flying past his head, Sesshomaru decided it was best to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to leave school unharmed.

Sango watched the TV intently was she continued her conversation to Miroku. "Okay, now Sara is about to walk in on Alan and Marlene kissing." Absentmindedly, she scratched Kilala behind the ears, who lay sprawled blissfully across the brunette's lap.

On the other end, Miroku was literally on the edge of his seat. "Now what?!" He cried. How he wished he had never been grounded in the first place, then right now he'd be watching his favorite soap, The Priest, His Girlfriend, and Her Best Friend, and not asking Sango every three seconds what was going on.

"Now Sara walked in on Alan and Marlene kissing and now Sara and Marlene are fighting each other for Alan's love. Go, Marlene! Kick Sara's ass! Ouch!" The chocolate-eyed girl cringed.

"What? What's happening?!"

"Marlene just got bitch slapped by Sara. Hard." She made another discontented noise. "God, that had to hurt..."

"What?! What's going on now?!"

"Sara just beaned Marlene over the head with a lamp. Oh crap! Marlene, get up! Don't let Sara stab you with that knitting needle! OH, MY GOD!!!"

"What?!"

"Marlene kicked Sara in the gut and she fell out the tenth story window."

"Is she okay?"

There was a brief but definite pause on Sango's end. One caused not only because it was obvious no one could survive a ten story fall head first into the pavement unless this woman was Jesus, but also to confirm her suspicions. "Nope. She's dead."

Miroku let out what sounded like a choked sob, but the girl knew it was no sob. "Why?! Why, God?! Why?! Why did you take Sara?! She was hot!"

"Oh, shut up, Miroku! It's not like the actress herself died. Oh, alright! Marlene and Alan are about to kiss!"

"Alright!"

Right before the fictional characters of Alan and Marlene could press their lips together in a union of passion, the power went out. Sango sat in her chair, stunned, looking at the darkened TV screen through the surrounding darkness of her living room. She bellowed out a disappointed and shocked, "NO!"

"What happened?!" Miroku sounded really panicked now from Sango's yell. Either Alan revealed that he had a gay twin brother who had slept with Sara and thus started the fight between Sara and Marlene or something bad had happened to Sango.

"The power went out!" She whined.

"Oh, damn it!" The lecher hissed.

"What are we gonna do now?"

"Wanna guess what Inuyasha and Kagome are doing?"

The brunette girl shrugged, seeing as there was nothing better to do at the moment, ignoring the loud, "Damn it!" by her father from the kitchen when he fell down the stairs in the dark. "Sure, why not?"

Miroku gave a throaty chuckle. "I bet they're WAY beyond second base by now."

"No, they're not."

"How do you know, Sango?"

"Because you know as well as I do that they're not like...well, you."

"Whatever."

At the stroke of nine, Sesshomaru burst through the school doors, both happy and grateful that he hadn't lost his mind in there. He slid down the railing on the stairs and dropped to his knees once he was at the bottom, unsure whether he should start bawling or not. According to various records and rumors, no student had ever survived a detention sentence that lasted into the night and if those records and rumors were true, Sesshomaru survived merely by a miracle.

Lifting his arms to the darkened sky, he cried out, "I'm free!" His open hands clenched into fists. "Now to KILL Inuyasha!"

He made a mad dash to his house, half expecting the cops to be there along with a frightened Inuyasha yelling, "That's him, officers! That's the guy who keeps trying to kill me! He is, in no way, related to me whatsoever!" but there was no one. He searched the house high and low, but there was no sign that his little brother was in the house.

"Damn." He spat, then gave a kick to the long-abandoned bookbag of his brother. "He's not here, but I bet I know where he is..." He left the house, intending on paying Kagome's a visit.

With the pizza long gone and digested, the two decided to play a fun game of truth or dare. Kagome absolutely loved the game, except whenever she chose dare and she was dared to do something incredibly stupid and humiliating, like standing in the rain, wearing a white dress with dark-tinted undergarments underneath. If Inuyasha even had a fleeting thought of something that stupid, she'd get him back tenfold.

The girl took another swig of her root beer before asking, "Truth or dare?"

Inuyasha pondered briefly. "Uh...Truth! Not, wait! Dare! Yeah, dare!"

"I dare you to...uh..." Kagome, too, took a moment to think. "I dare you to...kiss me!"

The half demon was quite taken aback at the dare, expecting something more along the lines of, 'I dare you to put on one of my mom's bras and dresses and stand on the street corner until a guy picks you up.' "What?!"

"What's the matter, Inuyasha? Are you..." She smirked. "chicken?"

"What? No, I'm not!" He crossed his arms over his chest and turned away with a huff.

Kagome outright laughed. "Inuyasha's a chicken! Inuyasha's a chicken! Inuyasha's a-" She gasped aloud when she found herself pinned to the couch by the so called 'chicken.'

"You want proof I'm not a chicken? Fine." With that said, Inuyasha slowly leaned towards her, eyes half lidded and his lips parted slightly, making Kagome blush heavily. Just when the silver-haired boy was close enough to put his lips against hers, a loud bang came from the front door. Inuyasha pulled back, startled.

Sesshomaru now stood in the living room, hate and death in his amber eyes.

"Sesshomaru?!" The younger Narita boy choked.

"Time for an ass kicking!" In one swift motion, the dog demon had his younger brother by the collar of his shirt and was dragging him out the door.

Dumbfounded, Kagome watched as the boy was dragged away. "Uh...bye, Inuyasha! I had a lot of fun!" She gave him a meek wave.

Inuyasha began kicking and struggling to escape, even going so far as to try ripping his shirt off. "Help me, Kagome! Help me!"

Ah, poor Inu, eh? Will he be alright? STAY TUNED to find out.