A/N: New Inuyasha story! Yey! Sorry if its kind of careless, because im sort of rushing it, so if there are mistakes... well... i warned you. Plus i've got to study for finals, so i wont have that much time for the next 2 weeks... sorry. But reviews might inspire me! (hint hint)

Disclaimer: I only own Kagome's friends... and they're barely characters so... so... yeah... READ ON!

"Come on, Kagome! Come on!" Iuka shouted through the roaring crowd.

"I'm – oomph!" Kagome stumbled as another girl knocked into her, without even seeming to notice, or if she had noticed, she hadn't pretended to care. Kagome caught herself before she fell onto the pavement and straightened in annoyance, tucking back a strand of raven hair. "I'm trying…" she muttered angrily. As if she needed anything else, she felt a small snap at the back of her neck, and the necklace that her grandfather had given to her fell into her open palm, its silver chain snapped in half. Kagome groaned in frustration, the purple-blue jewel that had been strung onto it was glittering in her palm.

"Kagome!" Two rough hands suddenly shoved her from behind. "Come on hurry!" Kagome sighed, she didn't need to turn around to know that Chiriko was the one who was ushering her forwards. "If you don't hurry up, the concert will be over by the time we get inside."

'No complaints here…' She thought to herself.

"Kagome…since this is the last time that we'll really be able to get together this summer, why don't you at least give the concert a chance?" Kagome could barely hear Aya's gentle voice through the screaming of crazed fans.

"I know! I know!" Kagome shouted back, forget Aya; she could barely her herself. She sighed as she let her three best friends drag, push and shove her into the stadium. It was packed so tight with screaming teenage girls that she could barely breathe. Several times she was worried that she, Aya and Chiriko were going to lose sight of Iuka, who had been several dozens of bobbing heads away from them; she was the most eager to get to the pit. If they did lose sight of her, Kagome thought worriedly to herself, they would probably never be able to find her again.

It was the last week in July, and the four best friends had only a month of summer vacation left to go before they reentered Shikon High for their second year. Everyone seemed to be going away for the rest of the summer, leaving Kagome alone, in Tokyo, where she would spend her afternoons sweeping and cleaning the shrine, going down to the steaming hot streets of Tokyo to run errands for her mother, and sit in her room with the windows open while the summer heat threatened to bake her to death. That is, if she didn't die of boredom first. She had lived in Tokyo for as long as she remembered, at her family shrine, which was located about a thousand white, stone steps above the rest of the city, and in her entire life's experience, nothing exciting had ever happened in her hometown. Sixteen years of utter boredom.

Her friends had tried to be nice about it, and make her feel as if she weren't missing out on anything by not going on vacation with them, but it was pointless to do so. Each of her friends was going somewhere beautiful or exciting for the entire month of August. Iuka, for one, was going to America to visit her family in Hawaii. Being the flirt that she was, she was sure to come back with millions of pictures of all the hotties she met. Lots of built, blonde haired, blue-eyed surfers would be cuddling up to her under some palm trees to share pina coladas, and she would have signed polo-photographs of each and every one of them when she came home.

Aya was going to the Caribbean with her family and her two-year boyfriend Tenchi to paint the ocean, sail around the coves and scuba dive when she wasn't relaxing on the luxurious beaches white beaches.

And Chiriko was going to almost every amusement park in the United States. Apparently there would be a lot, in since it was going to take her the entire month of August to get to all of them.

And as if that weren't enough to make Kagome just up and cry, it turned out that they were all leaving tomorrow morning, except Aya, who was being picked up by Tenchi later that night and then being driven to the airport and meeting up with her family to catch a redeye.

Kagome sighed, it would be a long, drudging August without her friends to keep her company. Without them, she had nothing to do… she would miss them so much.

"Kagoooohhhooooohhhooohhme!" Chiriko whined.

Kagome sighed, 'Then again…'

"Kagome, the concert starts in 15 minutes, and if we can't get in the pit because of you, I'll never, ever, never speak to you again!" Iuka had dropped back with them, apparently not wanting to get separated either.

Kagome groaned.

"You're acting like you don't even want to go to the concert!" Iuka complained, tossing her red-streaked hair out of her face.

"I didn't want to go in case you don't remember," Kagome said, twisting her face in slight distain. "I don't like hard rock."

Iuka gasped, her jaw hanging and her chocolate eyes widening in horror. "B-B-But what about him!" She demanded, grabbing the hem of her black T-shirt and pulling it outwards so that Kagome could see the picture clearly. Kagome rolled her eyes.

A young man, with cocky golden eyes and long, platinum blonde hair stared up at her from Iuka's T-shirt, a cruel, black guitar was slung around his shoulder and hung against his right hip, his hands were shoved in his pockets. To his right was another young man with coal black hair that hung around his face and curled slightly under his chin, while dark bangs fell into violet eyes. Three gold hoops pierced each ear and he wore a collection of silver rings on his hands, a pair of wooden drumsticks sticking out of his back pockets. To the left of the golden eyed guitarist was a girl with long, dark brown hair that had been pulled up into a ponytail, thick bangs fell straight across her forehead, ending just above her dark red eye shadow. She wore a strategically torn shirt and a short, micro mini-skirt. Above their heads, the words Black Sun were painted like curling smoke, an ebony sun with spiking rays pierced into the "n".

Kagome noticed that Iuka had taken the liberty of drawing millions of sparkling pink glitter glue hearts around the guitarist. He was the lead vocals of the hard rock group, "Black Sun", his name was Inuyasha, he was well known for his bad attitude and angry music, and Iuka would have died for him. So would the majority of Japan's female population, except Kagome.

"Iuka," She said slowly, taking her friend by both shoulders and staring her hard in the eyes. "As much of a shock as this is for you, I'm not that crazy about Inuyasha, or his band."

Apparently, it was a huge shock for Iuka. A huge, horrible, mortifying shock: it paralyzed her into open-jawed speechlessness for a good five minutes. When she was finally able to recover, there were only 10 minutes left before the concert was scheduled to being, and Kagome was worried that her friend was going to burst into tears. "H-H-how can you say that?" She whispered, as horrified as if Kagome had just declared herself the Antichrist.

Kagome opened her mouth to explain, but a sudden roar of unparalleled screaming drowned out her voice, deafening her into silence as she clamped her hands over her ears. In front of her, Iuka started to hyperventilate, and although Kagome couldn't hear her over the roaring crowd, she could see her lips moving in overly excited, "Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God!"s.

"IT'S HIM!" Chiriko shrieked. With that, the three ecstatic teenagers seized Kagome, dragged her into the stadium, and threw her into the pit, along with an ocean of riotous teenagers. The lights slammed off, leaving the crowd in darkness for seconds, before strobe lights and flashing pink, green and blue flood lamps were turned on, moving around the riotous crowd in random, sweeping motions. Beach balls and balloons were bouncing from hand to hand, and some sort of faint white smoke had been released into the air, Kagome assumed it was from melting dry ice.

The sixteen-year-old, high school student winced as the first, moaning chords of Inuyasha's ebony guitar shattered the air, followed close behind by steady drumbeats as the heartthrob Miroku began to set a rhythm that was so loud, she could feel it in her chest. The eerie notes of a keyboard came soon afterwards as the girl named Sango began to play her keyboard with careful, delicate fingers.

Kagome fought the urge to cover her ears as Inuyasha began to sing into the microphone. The cheering for him was almost as loud as the noise provided by the 12-foot long speakers. Inuyasha tossed his long platinum hair out of his face as he began to sing.

"You think you're smaaaart…

You're not,

It's plain to see, that you want me to fall.

It's killing me.

Let's see if you've got the gall,

Come take it all.

The jury is coming…

Coming to tear me apart.

All this bitching and moaning,

Come on, its on…

I am trapped in this world,

Lonely and fading,

Heart broke and waiting for you to come…

We are stuck in this world, that's not meant for me, for me…"

"Isn't he great!" Chiriko asked, her shorter body moving steadily with the beat, her hand up in the air in the "rock on" symbol.

"Yeah, he's… great." Kagome replied, trying to sound enthusiastic but failing miserably. It was a good thing that her friends were too distracted by the music and the screaming to properly hear her, otherwise she would have received another "why-you-MUST-love-Inuyasha- and-Black Sun!" lecture from all three of them.

She sighed in relief as the first song ended, her ears ringing from the deafening music. At this point, Inuyasha had unbuttoned his shirt, revealing sexy, washboard abs. Even she had to admit that she caught herself doing a double take of him him.

'Probably steroids…' She thought, rolling her eyes as girls around her, including Iuka, turned to hysterics. One girl who Kagome didn't even know, a little woman with spiked, pink hair burst out into tears and appeared to be trying to throw herself at the stage, which was more than 10 feet away.

'Oh boy…' Kagome thought to herself as Inuyasha began to sing the words to his latest song: "Breaking the Habit" (A/N: Yes, the one by Linkin Park, and the first one is the one from the movie, "Queen of the Damned"). 'It's going to be a long night.' She thought tiredly to herself, and as usual, Kagome Higurashi was right.

By the end of the concert, she was sure that she had been driven deaf between the screaming and the angry rock. The four of them finally retreated from the pit, allowing the steady flow of teenage bodies to carry them out the exits. Afterwards, they hung out in the food court for an hour before Tenchi showed up to pick up Aya, and the other three decided to head for the bus stop.

Kagome, Iuka and Chiriko walked together out of the stadium into the cool night air, which was thick and moist, the black fathomless sky above them was littered with brilliant silver stars. They had walked three out of the five blocks when Kagome stopped, her hand flying to her mouth as she gasped.

"Kagome?" Chiriko stopped, turning to look at her. Iuka continued to walk on, oblivious that anyone had stopped walking with her; she was still dreaming about Inuyasha, who had taken off his shirt completely by the end of the concert, and thrown it into the crowd of crazed fans, who accepted it greedily before shredding it to pieces. Kagome had watched, slightly disgusted as they had done it, each girl that could get her hands on it refused to let it go, and when it finally gave out and ripped, each of them kept her precious little shred of fabric clutched tightly to herself. But that wasn't why Kagome had stopped.

"I forgot my necklace on the table in the food court." She said through her fingers, her heart skipping a few beats.

"What was that?" Iuka asked, finally turning around to see Kagome and Chiriko all the way back at the other side of the block.

"I have to go back and get it!" Kagome said, turning to run back to the stadium.

"Kagome, forget about it, the chain was broken anyway."

"No!" Kagome said, turning to Chiriko, "I have to get it back! Gramps gave it to me on my fifteenth birthday just before he…" She choked on her words. Her grandfather had died a year ago, but it still stung to bring it up.

Chiriko's eyes softened and she nodded. The shorter girl may have usually been an insensitive tomboy, but she knew what Kagome meant. She had lost her own grandfather a few months ago. "Ok," She said gently. "Do you want us to go with you?"

"Wait, what happened?" Iuka asked, breaking breathless into the circle, as she had just run up the entire block to get back to them.

"No that's ok, you guys to get the next bus," Kagome said a little sadly. "I'll see you both in September."

"Ok," Chiriko said, pulling Kagome into a quick, tight hug. "See you in September."

"Bye, guys." Kagome said, as Iuka joined the hug. When they all stepped back, Kagome smiled as best she could at her two friends, before turning to run back up to the concert.

'How could I have been so stupid…' She thought angrily to herself. 'To have left my necklace like that, when I promised Gramps that I would never take it off…' tears welled back up in her eyes when she thought about the day her Grandfather had given her the Shikon no Tama. She hadn't believed a word he said about purity and demons when he had first fastened it around her neck with his trembling, wrinkled fingers and she still didn't but… the jewel was the last thing that he had given to her before his heart attack, and there was no way in the world that she was going to let herself lose it.

When she arrived at the stadium, it was already dark inside. And she could see seven or six built men in neon yellow T-shirts dragging the bars across the entrances.

"No! Wait, please!" Kagome called. Two of them stopped and looked up at her, after exchanging glances with each other. She ran as fast as she could, breathless by the time she got there.

"I need to get in!" She panted.

One of the men stepped in her way, his arms crossed against his chest. She could tell he didn't want her to go inside, but she didn't care, she wasn't letting anyone, even an exceptionally threatening-looking, overweight bouncer-type security guard stop her. Nuh-uh.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, the concert's over and the stadium's closing." He said, his voice surprisingly mild.

"No, I know." She said through heavy breaths, talking quickly. "But I left something inside at the food court, that I need to just run in and get. Please its really important to me."

The man frowned. "Is it your purse?"

"No."

"Legal documents?"

"No." She said, shaking her head, anxious to get inside. "It's a necklace, it's a replica of a sacred jewel, and I need it."

The man sighed, his thick black eyebrows were like fuzzy caterpillars on his forehead as he frowned them together, under any other circumstances she would have giggled at them. But not now. "Miss…" he said tiredly, "We're supposed to close the-"

"I know but I really need it. Please, my grandfather gave it to me right before he…" she choked on her words, maybe it was because she was tired from the concert, or the running had exhausted her, but she was becoming really emotional over the whole thing. "…passed away…" she finished tears welling up in her dark eyes.

The man eyed her for a bit, then started to consider.

"Please?"

Finally he gave it, "Alright, but hurry." He said, pulling aside the cruel iron bars with a screech. He pointed into the food court and told her roughly that she had ten minutes before he was closing the bars again. She thanked him and ran gratefully through. Within seconds she had found her necklace, sitting patiently for her on the wooden table, accompanied by a puddle of soup.

Kagome snatched it off the table and ran back toward the gates as fast as she could, her lungs were starting to burn from all the running.

"Thank you!" She smiled gratefully at the guard who just nodded his head and slammed the bars shut behind her.

"Now go on, get home." He said, turning back to her. "It's almost midnight."

"I will," She breathed, clutching her necklace in her hand tightly before dropping it into the pocket of her black jeans. The night air was pressing a chill up against her exposed stomach, her army green crop top didn't do much to protect her from the night breeze. "Thank you again!" she said, unable to stop smiling.

"Yeah, yeah, just get home already!" He yelled, although she thought she saw a bit of a smile on the corner of his lips as he turned away from her, taking his keys out of his pack pocket.

She took off down the bocks again, and soon she was at the bus stop, waiting patiently by herself in the ever restless Tokyo night. Before long she was joined by a man, a little over 20 by the looks of it. He was dressed in a business suit, and held a worn leather briefcase firmly in his right hand. It seemed like he was coming out of a business firm.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" He asked.

"Yeah, it is." She smiled, and there was silence for a while. She didn't mind it, after being subjugated to pounding rock music for the past four hours, silence was something she treasured. But soon the man broke it.

"Was there a party?"

She turned and stared at him, blankly. "A party?"

"Yeah, a big one?"

She racked her brain, she couldn't think of anything. "I don't think so."

The man frowned slightly, and she bit her lower lip, her curiosity gnawing at her. "Why?" She asked finally.

"Just because… I heard a man shouting in a back ally back there," he said, nodding over his shoulder, indicating the opposite way from the concert. "I figured that he was just a little drunk from a party or something…" he man's eyebrows furrowed in worry. "I hope he wasn't in trouble..." Kagome's stomach twisted. Images of innocent women being mugged by strangers invaded her mind but she shook them away. No one got mugged in Tokyo, there were too many people to witness it.

But he had said that it was happening in a back alley… maybe someone had been grabbed. She felt herself grow nervous at the thought, hating to think that someone would be in trouble because she hadn't done anything to help when she could have…

She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't even notice it when the large blue bus pulled up to her. Only when the exhaust pipe started to blow hot smoke onto her leg did she stir, the material of her black jeans warm with the smell of diesel fuel.

"You coming?" the man asked. He was already up the first three steps, his hand holding the door open. Behind him was a short little bus driver who eyed her with a look of lazy impatience.

Kagome smiled and nodded, putting her hand on the railing when the vision of some poor, bleeding girl lying beaten up in a back ally flashed back into her mind. She hesitated… she knew she should just go home, but… what if someone really was in trouble. She bit her lip, torn. Finally she sighed, stepping off of the bus and shaking her head at the puzzled bus driver, who merely shrugged after staring at her for a bit, closed the door with a tug of a lever, and pulled the bus slowly off the curb. She watched it truck away into the highway, which was a bright blur of oncoming headlights, and fading taillights.

She watched it go, with a bit of heaviness in her chest. She knew it was stupid, but she'd never be able to focus on anything if she didn't check out that back ally, she'd be guilty for weeks…

Sighing, she started walking down the direction where the man had indicated, listening for the sounds of a fight, or of screaming, or calling out for help… anything. It didn't take her very long before she found it. Or rather… she heard it. She heard it from two blocks away. Angry, furious shouting, and the sounds of crashing trashcans. Her heart jumped into her throat. There really was someone in trouble, tucking her soft raven hair behind her ears, she began to run through the night, despite her soreness from all her running around before. This time there was possibly a man's life on the line.

She finally found the alley where the noise was coming from, it was dank and thick with shadows. Garbage bags and trashcans were strewn all over the dry, littered pavement, several of which had some very large dents kicked into the side. Kagome swallowed the lump in her throat, what if the mugger was still in the alley? Would he come after her too?

'Don't think about that…' She told herself, walking slowly forward. 'Just don't think about that…' "H-Hello?" She called into the empty night air. It seemed that whoever had been here before was now gone. Then where was the victim? Had it been a kidnapping? Her mind raced with the possibilities, had she come too late?

"Hey!"

Kagome gasped and jumped, her soft hand flying to her mouth, fear pumping through her veins.

"You get the hell abay.. abway… from… from me!" The throaty, rasping voice stuttered angrily and slowly.

Kagome turned, realizing the voice was closer to her than she thought. Then she saw him, the victim, lying there on his back in a pile of putrid trash bags, his body limp, his face turned away from her over his shoulder, long hair falling over his face.

"Oh my God," She said weakly, nothing like this had ever happened before, she wasn't quiet sure what to do, so she asked a stupid question: "Are you ok?" So something really had happened. "Are you alright?" She bent down and grabbed firmly onto his bare arm, his skin was abnormally hot… this person needed help. As she pulled him upwards, his head rolled lazily around towards her, and she was met with fierce, glaring eyes.

"Git eur filthy hands off'a me, you godumned biktch." (A/N: spelling errors intentional…he's drunk…) He snapped angrily at her.

Kagome saw his handsome face clearly, and abruptly dropped him back down onto the trash bags in shock. The man rolled unceremoniously off of the bags, seemingly confused and surprised that the "godumned biktch" actually had let go of him, when an empty beer bottle rolled out of his hand, one that she hadn't seen before. Kagome stared in shock as the man crawled forwards, falling over himself and cursing angrily as he reached out for the rolling bottle of beer. It clanked noisily against the pavement.

Kagome's mind was racing for an explanation as she stared, but it wouldn't provide her with any. It wouldn't provide her with much of anything as a matter of fact. You see, it had stopped functioning correctly, ever since she recognized the man, the so called "victim" as Inuyasha… what was happening?

The victim had finally managed to get his hands on the elusive beer bottle, and sat up, pressing the empty glass to his lips. He waited, patiently for almost two whole seconds before screaming, "DAMMIT!" and violently hurling the delicate bottle against the opposite wall where it shattered with a loud crash. Kagome jumped, frightened at his sudden outburst.

The angry rockstar staggered to a wobbly stand, his hand pressing on the back wall for support. "Empty," he muttered, disgusted. "Who drunk all my god damned beer!" His voice was raising, as he turned to her, his face shadowy in the darkness, but she could still tell that he was furious. "Well?" he asked, venom in his quieting voice. "What the hell are you looking at?" He demanded.

"Uh… I…"

"Sango!"

Both Kagome and Inuyasha turned to the ally entrance, to see a tall man, with long black hair that fell around his face and cupped under his chin standing in the ally's opening, his figure dark against the orange streetlight that shone behind him. He ran into the ally, followed by a breathless girl, her long brown hair tied up into a high pony tail.

Inuyasha sneered in disgust. "No!" he bellowed, shoving down a nearby trashcan to the ground, making Kagome jump once more as it crashed down into the pavement. Inuyasha then proceeded to kick it violently, making it roll to the other side until it hit the wall with a final clatter of metal against brick.

'Well…' She thought to herself, things starting to piece together slowly, 'That explains the dented trashcans from before…'

"I'm NOT goin' back there, dammit!" Inuyasha roared as soon as he saw the man and the girl entering the approaching him. "No way in HELL are you makin' me go back there! That jackass can make his OWN music!"

At this point, Kagome was sure that all of Tokyo had heard him, and soon cops would barge into the ally with their sirens and their handcuffs to arrest him for disturbing the neighborhood. But it was only the four of them alone in the ally, and there were no cops to be seen.

"Inuyasha," the man said tiredly, stepping deeper into the darkness light, "he wants to apologize, alright? Just come back with us and let him make it up to you, he wants to..." When he was close enough for her to see his face, Kagome was stunned again. It was Miroku, as in the famous, violet-eyed drummer, Miroku. And the girl standing next to him was Sango, the keyboardist. They were Inuyasha's two fellow band members. She realized suddenly that she was standing in a back ally with the entirety of Black Sun, the world famous, hard-rock band… and she couldn't wait to get away. These were the last people on earth that she ever wanted to meet… ever.

"THE HELL HE DOES!" Inuyasha roared, pulling her out of her momentary shock. "That lying little sack of-"

"Hello."

Inuyasha blinked at Miroku's pleasant-sounding interruption, not realizing that his friend was no longer adressing him. "What?" He asked stupidly.

"Who is this?" Miroku asked, noticing Kagome for the first time.

Inuyasha blinked, and looked around the ally, swaying a bit before his fierce golden eyes came to rest on Kagome. He sneered in disgust and turned back to Miroku, yelling and furious once more, screaming his drunken head off about somebody who he apparently wasn't very happy with.

Kagome had had enough. She had seen enough. She had both had and seen enough to last her an entire lifetime. She decided was going home. Going as in "right now". She was on her way out when a large, strong hand caught hers. She whipped around, her long dark hair flying in the night, as she met Miroku's intense violet eyes. He was staring right at her.

"Who are you?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips. He had no respect for personal space.

Kagome jerked her hand away, disgusted. "Higurashi, Kagome." She said coldly, but he seemed unfazed by it.

"You really must forgive him," Miroku said, stunning Kagome with his politeness. "He's really quite…" the drummer turned his head to glance at Inuyasha, who was glaring disoriented daggers at him, "smashed." He finished.

"That much is obvious." Kagome muttered more to herself than to anyone else, causing Miroku to smile again.

"Well you see now, its technically not his fault-"

Miroku was cut off by a loud crashing noise. Everyone turned to see that Inuyasha had passed out, and was now laying sprawled on his back in the pile of trash bags once again. Miroku rolled his eyes and nodded to Sango, who sighed, and then worked with Miroku to help Inuyasha stand up, each of them putting a limp arm over their shoulders, and thus sustaining his body weight as his head lolled down to his chin, long platinum hair falling over his face. Kagome watched them blankly before turning to leave.

She was almost out of the ally when the girl, Sango, called out, speaking for the first time. "Oi!" Kagome as a little surprised to hear the Australian accent. She turned around to see the two of them, an unconscious Inuyasha between them, as they both stared at her for a bit, as if they hadn't expected her to actually turn around.

"Do you think…" Miroku asked, hesitating before smiling sheepishly. "Do you think we could ask you a favor?"

Kagome felt her stomach seize up, her body tensing in anticipation. 'Oh no…'

Betcha can't guess what the question is! And no, its not "will you bear my child", the one comes later ;)

Alright, i hope this one didn't fall too flat on its face. I'm kind of rushing it, so it might be sort of low-quality... heh heh... sorry.

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- Nanirain