Punk Rock Princess
2: Hang 'em High
Say that you're in control,
Say that you are
I can't think of a time when you looked less alive
You say wait until light my dear,
Wait until light
One more day will go by
Maybe today you should try
Control
Alexisonfire
Through the Higurashi household, most of the occupants were awake. Either bustling about to get to the day's plans, or merely munching on some food, with mild conversation. But through the count of bodies, only one seemed to be missing. And that one seemed to be the teenager who still lay dead to the world beneath layers of blankets.
Souta noticed the time and went to find out where she was, his search ending up in the most obvious place. Her room. He knocked on the door, waiting for an answer of any sort, but received nothing but heavy breathing. He opened the door, spreading the light from the hallway into her dark room. He flipped on the light, hoping to wake up his older sister.
"What the—" She said, nearly surprised at the sudden burst of light. She peered around her room with half lidded eyes, searching for any sign that she wasn't dreaming.
"Kagome, wake up." Souta said with a chuckle, finding the way she resembled a submarine at the moment.
"I don't want to. I'm sick." She moaned before dropping her head back on the pillow.
"Mama says that you have to go to school." He said in an all-knowing tone.
"Well Simon says buzz off." She mumbled into the pillow, muffling her voice.
"Kagome, you're going to be late if you don't get up."
"What time is it anyway?" She asked, turning her head away from the pillow. He glanced at his watch, then at her digital clock, seeing that her clock was off by roughly an hour and 23 minutes.
"It's 7:56 Kagome."
"What?" She sat up and grabbed her alarm clock, seeing that it read not even close to that number. Hers read 6:33. "I think your watch is off bro, I've still got plenty of time to sleep."
"You're clock is wrong Kagome, by a lot."
"You're kidding me, right?"
"Does it look like I kid?" He asked, giving a rather pathetic look to seem innocent.
"Crap." She rolled out of her bed, making her way nearly blind through the mess that decorated her floor. Souta laughed at her attempt to run to the bathroom, nearly scaling a battlefield to reach the door.
"Cram it brat, you'll be late if you don't shut your yap and get to school." She said as she ruffled his hair, her voice rather irate as she dashed into the bathroom.
"That's right!" He gasped before he ran off, leaving Kagome to her own mess.
He expected a knock, a call, an alarm—anything but what he received as his annual wake up call. Off in a dreaming state, still unconscious as the time flew by, he was completely unaware of the time. But as his guardian, happening to be his older brother, came into his room, he had no idea what was to come. He didn't even feel the cold chill of Sesshoumaru's hands as he grabbed the poor boy's ankles.
Before he could stop anything, he was pulled to the ground, where he landed with a heavy thud on the ragged rug. Inuyasha's eyes sprang open and he flipped over to glare at the retreating back of his brother.
"Wake up brother, you'll be late for your first day of school." He said in a monotone voice before shutting the door behind him.
"Motherfuck—"
"Now, Inuyasha. Not tomorrow." Sesshoumaru's voice came, cutting off his statement.
He rolled his eyes before pushing himself off of his floor. He glanced around his green walls, searching for his clock that was positioned somewhere. His floor was spotless, and it was almost astonishing to find his clothes folded in his dresser. He grabbed the days clothing—nothing shy from a polo shirt and beige slacks—and trudge over to the bathroom, only a door down from his own.
For today, he was starting a new slate.
Kagome wasted no time in grabbing her school supplies and food, shoving a piece of peanut buttered toast in her mouth, and her bagged lunch in her bag. She paused, looking aimlessly at her house, mentally ticking anything off incase she forgot something. When she saw nothing missing, she grabbed her skateboard, being the only mode of transportation for her to use.
"Bye mama, I'll see you later. Have a good day at work!" Kagome said as she kissed her mother of the cheek.
"Goodbye Kagome, have a good day at school."
She barely heard her mother and she ran out into the shrine yard and nearly dove down the stairs. She contemplated very briefly whether to take the street, or the shortcut. But it was no more a contemplation as she headed straight across to the alleyway that led her to her shortened time to school.
And all that could be heard was the scratching of the wheels against the pavement as she skated onwards towards school.
"Sesshoumaru, where in god's name is my bag?" Inuyasha shouted from the top of the stairs, leaning over the railing to see the potential hiding places.
"It's right where you left it, on the kitchen counter." His brother replied, his voice sounding bored with his brother's mental capacity.
"Oh," he clambered down the stairs and entered the kitchen, seeing the bag he had misplaced right on the counter, where his brother had mentioned.
"Grab your stuff, you'll make me late."
"Which car?"
"I'm feeling dangerous today, get in the Mustang." Sesshoumaru said, grabbing a set of keys from a dish filled with numerous ones, all for different automobiles.
Inuyasha obeyed and grabbed his things, shoving his wallet into his pocket before heading after his only family that he knew of. As soon as he had gotten into the car, the garage door opened and they sped out, leaving dust behind them. In no time, he could see his school in view.
"Now," Sesshoumaru said. "Don't do anything wrong this time. Go straight to the office, they're expecting you. Here's money for your lunch, don't buy junk. I'll pick you up at 3:30 when you're off, roughly. Meet me exactly at the front. Hear me?"
"Loud and clea—woah! Watch the girl!" Inuyasha shouted as a girl came out of no where, gliding on a skateboard from the right. Sesshoumaru braked quickly, narrowly missing the girl. He honked his car horn loudly, the sound perfect. But instead of the girl continuing on with ignorance, she turned around and flipped the men the bird, a smirk decorating her features.
"Bitch!" Sesshoumaru said, for once in his life fazed by another human.
"Damn punks." Inuyasha mumbled, not having seen the woman clearly. "World would be better without them."
They told him 'one moment', but that was more than 20 minutes ago. It was awkward, seeing strange faces coming in and out of the office, all unfamiliar to him. Why couldn't he have been home schooled? His eyes danced from the stationary clock to the secretary, staring at her computer screen with a bored look on her face. He made a mental note to get his high school diploma and get a real job.
"Now, I want you to fax this to the board and explain to them the flaws within this plan…" A loud voice sounded through the office, giving off the ancient sound of an elderly man. Inuyasha straightened up unconsciously and looked towards the source, only to see one of the strangest men he'd ever seen!
He suspected this man was the principal, but in no way did he appear to be one. He had long grey hair, more ancient than Inuyasha's, tied in a rather long ponytail. But the one attribute that took the attention from the hair was his abnormally large eyes. Inuyasha flinched, but not enough to be noticed as an obvious. Rather than the expected suit, the man wore a faded white shirt, portraying the schools name across the chest. And rather than neatly pressed pants, creases running perfectly down the sides, he was equipped with rather baggy jeans and a pair of casual shoes that you saw teenagers wearing nowadays.
Inside his mind, Inuyasha was gawking at this man.
"Ah, Kirara, how are you today my dear?" The man asked, leaning on the counter, a weird smile decorating his wrinkled face.
"Fine sir, but if you'd look to your left, you'll see a young man sitting, unattended to." The man turned around. "A newbie."
"Ah, so he's the one! Marvelous!" He took a few strides over to Inuyasha's place, a wide grin on his face, and his eyes looking eyes larger than from a distance.
"Welcome sir! I am your principal! You may address me as Principal Totosai, or Mr. Totosai." He stuck out his hand, eagerly awaiting Inuyasha's return in greeting.
"Uh, I'm Inuyasha Dai…" He said awkwardly, reluctant to give the old goof his hand.
"Welcome Mr. Dai! Now, before we get started with the required tour, I will get my very intellectual secretary to print out your schedule."
"Name?" She asked, her voice almost matching Sesshoumaru's. Only the chill that the man gave you was missing.
"Dai, Inuyasha."
The sound of keys and a mouse came about, and before long the noise of the printer joined to create one of the most absurd racket that would've driven any sane person insane.
"Here you go sir." She said, sticking a white sheet over the counter.
"Thank you kindly, my dear." He grabbed the paper and began looking over the classes, mentally figuring out a plan.
"We will start on the top floor and work our way down to the gymnasium. Sound good to you sport?"
"I…guess?" He said, at a loss for words.
"Now," he said, reading out the top line of the chart. "Off to class 512."
Bet he doesn't have troubles reading.
He nearly jumped in joy at the man gave him the news that their tour was coming to an end. The large gym, being the last part of the viewing. Over the few floors, he had been given much information, none having been processed through his mind. It had been a bunch of words, trying to be formed into something useful. But really, the old man failed. Terribly.
"Now, if you will, our large gymnasium." The principal said, opening the door for the two of them to enter. "As you can see, our PE 11 class is currently enjoying a game of dodge ball."
If the old man had continued his lecture, he hadn't been listening. His eyes randomly observed the class, watching them as they either got hit, or dodged a ball. But as he continued scanning, a face struck something inside of his head. Familiarity.
He wouldn't have noticed her if he hadn't memorized her face so clearly. For she was clad in all black, some picture on the front that he couldn't make out from far away. Though, he glanced down at her feet, she still wore the bright green converse that had practically imprinted themselves inside his head.
She stood there, the ball almost missing her on purpose. A single ball was held within her right hand, and her eyes were locked on her potential target. Her eyes narrowed so her irises were barely visible beneath her curled lashes. He peered to the other side, looking for the victim of her throw. And obviously, he could tell right away. Even though it was just from behind, he could tell this girl was doomed.
He waited a moment or two, and soon enough Kagome began her wind up. He watched nearly in slow motion as she hurled the ball at the unsuspecting female, knocking her clean off her feet. As soon as the woman hit the ground a shrill whistle was blown and everyone stopped their activities. A male came running over, the whistle still in his mouth as he went to check on the girl.
"Kikyou! Are you all right?" He asked, worry nearly oozing off of every word.
"My head," she mumbled, holding a hand to her head.
"Kagome!" He yelled, turned his head to glance at the guilty.
"I didn't even hit her anywhere near her head!" She complained.
"I feel a little light headed." Kikyou said a little louder, teetering for effect.
"Kagome, I want you to give me 100 lines! Now!"
"But!"
"No buts Higurashi, 100 lines now. Or do you want me to make it 200?"
Kagome scowled before walking over to the side of the gym, getting ready to attempt her lines. "I barely hit her." She mumbled.
Inuyasha smirked, watching as she began her lines, doing it as if she were a professional. Two male companions of the class, slowly making their way to the PE office helped the woman who had been knocked down, up. Inuyasha watched them walk by, the woman giving him a rather seductive smile before leaving the gym.
"Mr. Dai!" His attention was pulled away from the woman to the principal and the man who had the whistle around his neck—clearly the teacher.
"This is one of our physical education teachers, Mr. Miraftaff."
"Hello," Inuyasha said as the man grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously.
"I've heard much about you Mr. Dai. Even the part about you playing a little ball back at Handsworth Private School. It'd be an honor for you to play for our team this year. We could use a running back like you." The man said in a deep voice.
"Sure thing, Mr…." He scraped his memory for the name, but drawing up blanks. Sometimes it would be better if he'd listened more.
"All right! Well thanks for your time, and sorry for interrupting your gym class. Please continue on!" Principal Totosai said, nearly shoving Inuyasha away.
"Anytime." He turned his attention back to his student. "Higurashi! I never told you to stop! Keep going or it'll be 150!"
Inuyasha peered back over his shoulder, wondering so many things about that girl. She was very peculiar.
"I never told you to stop! Keep going or it'll be 150!" Kagome imitated her gym teacher, reenacting the scene for her friends. "That man is probably being paid by her father! I swear, one day I'll walk by her, and they'll expel me for 'harming' their poor baby."
"Well, she is rich, and her father is powerful." Miroku said, pointing out the obvious as he leant back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.
"That was really insightful Miroku, thanks for that." Sango said, sarcasm dripping off of her words. "Just leave it alone. The least you can do is try to avoid her."
"For two years Sango? I don't think so." She growled, scribbling on a sheet of paper. "I'm never going to leave that princess alone. Not until she gets a taste of reality, and not this dream that her rich daddy put together."
"Kagome, please not again…" Sango whined.
"We're all little Barbies and this school is the Barbie house! We're pawns in his chess game. Pure enjoyment for his daughter's happiness."
"Will you quit saying that? It's like you think this is a conspiracy against you!"
"Not against me! Against anyone that makes his dear Kikyou unhappy. You don't see Ayame getting detention or having to do lines."
"That's because she's nice to Kikyou!"
"I've tried being nice! But look where that got me? Standing in front of the school with the special decoratively spewed across my face. Real dream land Sango."
"That's not what I meant…"
"She's got a point you know. Naraku is a very powerful figurehead. He could influence anyone in a mere second…well save for the principal. No one can intimidate Mr. T, he's almost invincible." Miroku butted in, taking a moment to look at the two girls.
"But so is Naraku."
"Are you two crazy? Do you think we're in the middle of a plot to destroy the human race? Or maybe to turn every human into a mindless robot that will swoon over Kikyou and her family." Sango said, using her hands for exaggeration.
"Exactly." Kagome said as she peered over at Kikyou.
She was surrounded by most of the class, smiling like she was the ruler of the school. All the ones around her laughed, and she giggled lightly, acting completely fake.
"You're such a joker Kikyou!" One voice piped up, still giggling lightly.
"Oh, you kid!" She said, giving out another giggle, pretending to be blushing.
"That girl couldn't blush if her life depended on it. Probably can't see it through all that concealer that she's wearing." Kagome mumbled grouchily, her legs still sore from her lines.
"Kagome!" Sango protested.
"I wonder what she really looks like under all that powder…" Miroku thought aloud. Sango hit him over the head at that thought, clearly seeing where it was headed.
"Miroku!"
"Probably like a witch. Green and ugly." Kagome answered.
"Both of you! When will you stop being so mean to her! What did she ever do to you?" Sango immediately regretted her poor choice of words, both pairs of eyes looking down on her.
"How about, ruined my life?" Kagome started.
"You know, I've never recovered from that one time I groped her. Her father had a guy pay me a visit one night—and what he threatened to do made me think about my targets." He had an almost spooked look on his face as he thought about that.
"Is that why I always find your hands near my but?" Sango asked, raising an eyebrow at the man.
"Of course not my dear!" He said, putting on the innocent act. "I do it merely out of my love for you and your body." He gave her a smile and leaned his head towards her.
"Give it up, you have no chance." She shoved his head away before getting back onto topic.
"Just, let's try to have a conversation without talking about how evil Kikyou is. All right?" Sango said, getting up to throw out a Kagome's cartoons of a witch, resembling highly to a certain woman.
The garbage can was located right behind the group that had gathered around her majesty, meaning only one thing. Danger.
"Look everyone," Kikyou said, her voice low with menace. "It seems like the janitor forgot to take out the trash."
Sango looked back to see everyone staring at her, laughter echoing throughout the classroom. She narrowed her eyes, aiming at one specific. Kikyou, the devils reincarnation.
Without a second look, she stomped back to the tripod of desks and sat down, her eyes ablaze with anger.
"The nerve of that girl! Calling me trash!" She said angrily, being mumbling to herself. "Takes one to know one."
"What happened to being nice to her?" Miroku said, sugar coating his voice in mockery.
"She's crossed the line."
"How far?" Kagome said, trying not to laugh.
"The point where she'll wish she was never born." Sango crossed her arms over her chest and gave an arrogant smirk, a plan forming in her head.
"This can only mean one thing," Kagome said, looking over at Miroku with a large grin on her face. He returned the smile before finishing her statement.
"War."
AU: Here's chapter two! Now this one, half of it was done at like 1 in the morning, and I was so out of it. But the rest of it was done in the day, when I was bored. And boy did I enjoy writing this baby! I'm actually excited about it! I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here's chapter two! Now this one, half of it was done at like 1 in the morning, and I was out of it. But the rest of it was done in the day, when I was bored. And boy did I enjoy writing this baby! I'm actually excited about it! I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Now the characters are a little off from their usual selves, I can guarantee you that. The story line has changed from Rock and Love, and I think it's better. So it'll be fun, hopefully. And, well, I will try to update as much as I can. Thank you so much for your reviews, I love feedback
And also, I don't mind a little chatter when you review, I enjoy it as much as the next person.
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