The Shimotos Boarding School

Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha, I would be rich. Judging that I am still working in a crap job and don't own a car yet, I would say I'm not.

Chapter One: Welcome to Hell

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My name's Kagome. Kagome Higurashi.

I guess that's where I should begin this story, since it is about my life. Heh, I can almost hear Nona laughing at the notion of this being the 'beginning' of my story. She always tells me on our long phone calls that nothing really has a beginning, middle, or end. You just sort of wake up one day and find yourself in the middle of it all.


I think she got that in a book somewhere though. Nona usually isn't really philosophical enough to think of something like that. She probably heard it in a movie, or mooched it off of Sango. Sango smart enough to think of things like that. I mean, if she can handle Miroku, she has to be smart.


I guess I'm getting a bit ahead of myself though.

This is supposed to be my 'beginning' and Sango, Nona, Miroku, or anyone else I love haven't even come into play yet. They are probably still causing simple mayhem with out me, and haven't been put into any life-threatening situations because of me yet.

Keyword 'Yet'.

Anyways, as I said before, my name is Kagome Higurashi. I am now 23, but this story 'starts' when I was only 16 and in my most rebellious stage. I guess I was an average girl, besides that fact that I liked to watch people burn to flames on the internet and was an anime freak. I was pretty violent though.


The reason I ended up in the 'Shimotos Boarding School', (aptly named after this story if you couldn't tell), was because I had tried to murder one of my ex-boyfriends. His name was Hojo Motosuwa. I remember he had chestnut brown hair and amber brown eyes with a rather gentle smile that got a bit too annoying after a while. He would always wear that damn uniform of his to show he was a student in a famous preps school and damn proud of it.

We had dated for a while and at the time I was on some really bad drugs. I would get pretty violent if I didn't have my way and would start to destroy things.

I wouldn't beat people up or anything, I would just take a giant bat that belonged to my brother and smash in car windows, break lawn gnomes, and do mundane damage like that.

But that night it had been different. I remember this guy told me he saw a slut named Tomoyo making out with him. That Hojo was going to dump me for a fucking whore. I was drunk, stoned, and fucking pissed off. Not the greatest combination ever. If I had been straight minded, I would have known Hojo didn't really have the balls to cheat on me, and less to dump me.

He was a fucking mama's boy. He always treated lady's with respect, (Or that respect he felt they deserved.)

I had gone off though, and snuck into his house with a large steak knife. I had been standing over his bed, ready to do what I called a 'Good Charlotte # 7' and watch him bleed to death. I don't really remember what happened after his eyes had flew open, but I was told he had screamed his head off and his parents called the cops.


I remember though, at court, one of his defense cases was that I had cut of his pinky finger and shoved it down his pants. At least he didn't get away with unharmed, because for the punishment I got, it seemed as if I cut of his whole hand.


You want to know that punishment? Jail for a year, or, go to a lovey-dovey-quant-little-boarding-school-for-juvinile-deliqents-like-youself. The boarding school meant I wouldn't be released until I was 18, but then again, going to jail sounded 10 times worse.

I picked the boarding school.

It was in Kyoto of course, only a few-hundred miles away from my hometown of Tokyo. They had even been so kind as to give me a whole 5 minutes to pack then shoved me onto a miniature-bus that reeked of transmission fluid and gasoline.

Like I had even done anything wrong...

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Kagome Higurashi sat on the bus and gazed disdainfully at the country side. She felt her body stick to the ugly brown seat and groaned aloud.

The bus was a small one, and it shook and jumped through every rock and pot-hole. Besides the driver, and the guard, there was only one other passenger on it.

Kagome looked back at the girl, probably caught with drugs by the way she looked, and saw she was sleeping. Kagome shook her head, and pulled her black AFI shirt off her sticky skin. She groaned again as she pulled her hot topic skirt in the example to the shirt. Her right arm had 3 studded bracelets and her left about 100 of those mini bracelets you can buy in packs of 50. A special Pink wristband lay under those. She had a nose piercing that held a black 'X' and an eyebrow that was a pink gem.

Each ear was pierced six times. Three bottom lobe, two top, and one particularly painful one that was between the crest and trough of her ear. She still winced at the thought of the piercing needle driving through her soft flesh. Leaning her head back, she focused her vision to the reflection in the window.

Her black hair, now pulled into a loose bun, looks shiny, almost greasy in the sun that was pouring from the window, though it was soon to be hidden by clouds.

Two small dark blue strands of hair fell, encasing her non-make-up'd face. She had only had about 5 minutes to grab all of her shit after that damn court trial after all.

Next to her was a small black suitcase with a very large bobby-pinned rip right in the left-hand corner. It was sewed carelessly, and had Kagome cared, she would have guessed that this would be its last trip.

A bright orange and piercing black Sony CD player lay on top of that. She picked it up, and with some effort, opened the suitcase and took out her CD case.

'Damn, this is boring as all hell.' She thought, opening the CD case.

It was orange, and held everything from AFI, to NFG, to Hatebreed, to Yellowcard. She grabbed the nearest CD, which happened to be Linkin Park's 'Disturbed, Believe' and set it in the player. Most people hated such hard music, but hell, she could fall asleep to ICP.

She yawned carelessly and let the hard music lull her into a dreamless sleep.

What seemed like 5 minutes (But was actually a good 3 hours) later, she felt her shoulder being poked awkwardly. She opened one bright blue eye, and saw the other stoner girl. "Get up, were're here." The girl said in a 'bitch-you-don't-mess-with-me' tone.

"Thank you so much." Kagome said sarcastically.

"Slut." The girl remarked.

"Fuck off!" Kagome sneered, flicking the girl off, but she had already turned around, shaking her hips dramatically, and left the bus the bus with a 'hmpf!' Kagome put her shit in her almost-dead bag, and looked out the small window.

"Holy fuck..." was all she could mutter when her eyes lay on the sight before her.

The supposedly 'smaller-more-quant' boarding school the unfair-court had shipped her off to looked more like a post war Hogwarts than a simple juvi-boarding school. It was huge. On the front gates, which were spiked black with rust all over them, a large fading wooden sign read; "The Shimotos Boarding School."

She smirked as she saw under it some kid had the balls to graffiti the simply lovely and totally cheerful words, "Welcome to hell!" in dripping red spray-paint letters.

Over to her left, Kagome saw a lady get on the bus. This lady had brunette hair, tied tightly in a bun, black glasses, and bright red lipstick that was pretty hard to miss. She was wearing a stiff-looking tan dress and an ugly brown pendant around her neck.

Her outfit was completed by a pair of librarian looking black shoes that had more scuffs on them then her old copy of the book "Gingerbread."

"What are you, a lawyer?" Kagome mussed aloud, not at all intimidated by this bitchy-looking woman.

"No." Replied the lady quite firmly. "I am Ms. Barbra Kidioshi. You will address me as Mrs. Kidioshi. Now get your lazy ass up, and follow me to where you will be spending the next 2 years of your life."

Kagome put on a face of mock fear well her blue eyes sparkled dangerously. "Ohhhh, I'm so scared." She muttered, waving her hands dramatically.

"What was the Mrs. Higurashi?"

Kagome just rolled her eyes.

A few minutes later, Kagome found herself in a medium-sized nurse's office. It had an examining table, a chair that she sat in, and a picture of some nurses collage degree. She got her fingers printed, ID picture taken, and a full medical strip-down checkup. (This pissed Kagome off a lot, after all, she didn't want some old chick she didn't know staring at her tits making sure they were perky enough.)

After she was finally done with the manual checkup, the perverted nurse walked out of the room and Mrs. Kidioshi re-appeared still looking stiff as ever.

Kagome was then given a green room-key and a room number.

"You will be rooming with 3 other 'students.'" She told Kagome in the same stern voice. "Two boys and a girl, all your age. They are in the same code class as you, so I believe you will fit right in." This last bit was said with a tone of sarcasm.

"What the fuck do you mean by code class?" Kagome asked bitterly.

Though she already knew the answer. A code class was a pretty stereotypical description of someone. Hers probably said something like, 'Mental-Murderer-Slut.' Or in more polite terms, 'attempted murder psychopath with a sexual deficiency'

"Language, Miss Higurashi, Language."

Kagome had already seriously considered punching the bitch, but had come to the conclusion it was not worth the shit she would get in on her first day. She left slowly, giving Ms. Kidioshi her friendliest death glare. She dragged her now-almost-dead bag up to the front desk and waited for a moment. She took the map the perverted nurse chick gave her and found the room with no trouble.

It was down a large corridor that had cheesy looking paintings everywhere. The corridor had about 10 doors in it as well, and each of them was damaged in some way, shape, or form. At the end of the hallway was a barred window that was so dirty you couldn't even see the light from outside shine through. She came to her room, and stood outside the door for a moment. It had been the second door from the last on the left side of the hall.

She heard a stifled scream coming from it.

"HENTAI! I'm GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Kagome smiled to herself, her eyebrows raised up a little. She might actually enjoy this place, a little. Kagome took the key and pushed the door open hesitantly, and her eyes took in a rather startling site.

A girl with blackish brown pig-tails was sitting on top of a sexy young boy with a small pony-tail, trying to punch his face. Another very-attractive boy was sitting on a couch, looking all too amused by this. She glanced over at the large big-screen in front of the guy on the couch and saw he was watching MXC.

The girl with black pig-tails looked up when Kagome chuckled quietly.

"Who the fuck are you?" She asked, trying to sound suspicious of everything. It ended up making her look really corny, but Kagome shrugged it off.

"Kagome Higurashi. I'm your new roomy."

"Well fuck ya! Finally! Another chick to entertain me! I'm Sango." Sango had brightened up right after Kagome had said roomy, and hopped off the boy she was trying to murder. She walked over, took Kagome's officially dead suitcase, and leaned against the wall.

Kagome now got a chance to look at Sango fully. Sango was wearing a blue fox racing shirt, black pants, and a pair of black and pink etnies.

Her hair, (As Kagome had noticed already) was in two childish but rather appropriate looking pig-tails with little ball hair ties, that where the same red color as her crimson eye shadow.

Her face was a mature one, but beautiful, and held a slight cocky attitude. Her style seemed to suit her perfectly at first glance, but Kagome would have to wait and see if she really filled it out.

Sango interrupted Kagome's quiet musings by asking, "What brings you to hell house?" Kagome smirked.

"Attempted murder, breaking and entering, battery, you know, the whole 10 and 1/4th yards kind of thing..." Sango smiled back at her. Kagome noticed her eyes were brown. Just a bit lighter then Hojo's used to be.

"Well anyway, the duckweed I was pounding on is our signature Pervert- Miroku," She pointed at the boy who was now rubbing his head. He was wearing a Bam Element skateboarding light pink skateboarding shirt, and a worn in pair of baggy South-Pole's.

"Thanks for the loving introduction, Sango." Miroku told her bitterly, but she chose to ignore him and turned back to Kagome. She pointed towards the guy on the couch that she had noticed earlier. He was now staring avidly at the TV. His silver hair, obviously dyed, was longer then most guys kept it in a sort of retro mullet. She could see his soft yellow-amber eyes were cold looking, and she also noticed a small fang piercing in his left ear.

"And that's our resident All-Or-Nothing-Totally-Male-Ego-Dude- Inuyasha."

He looked over at Sango when she said his name, and for the first time seemed to notice Kagome in the room. He stood up and Kagome saw he was wearing a darker red shirt that stated, 'why do Canadians say 'eh'?' and some normal loose-fitting blue jeans.

"Who's the new chick?" he asked rather bluntly, his gaze turning to Sango after he had fully checked out Kagome.

"This is Kagome, she is going to be joining us in hell for- uh, how long did you say?" Sango asked her, trailing off.

"The next two years of your life."

Inuyasha gave what looked to be a smile, and made a noise that sounded like it was meant to be a laugh. Kagome then, for the first time, took in her surrounding area. The door had led to a large white room, with a kitchen directly to the left. The kitchen looked dirty in a clean sort of way, and all the dishes were shoved in the dishwasher unceremoniously.

A couch, small table, and phone booth where stood up in front of her, along with the big-screen TV of course, and a ways up the room to the left were two doors. Each were closed, so Kagome couldn't see inside of them. She looked back over to the phone booth for a moment, and silently wondered if the phone worked, before turning her attention back to Sango.

"Where do we crash?" She asked, looking over the room once again quickly.

"Over there." Sango pointed to the last of the two doors that were right next to each other. She was about to walk over to it but she suddenly felt something tug on her tight AFI shirt and looked down. The guy with the ponytail- Pervert Miroku, was kneeling before her, a loving look on is face.

"Aishiteru. watashi no ko onegai o unde kudsai. (I love you, Will you please bear my child?)" That certainly caught Kagome off guard a bit, and she blinked, looking down at him in shock for a moment. That was before Sango slapped him across the face making him fall on his ass.

"You fucking hentai!" Sango hissed, seething.

Kagome laughed, and kneeled down, grabbing Miroku's hand.

"Miroku," She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, getting a surprised look from Inuyasha and a rather jealous one from Sango, "Have you ever asked Sango to bear your child? She seems pretty hung up on you and more than willing."

Miroku's eyes widened and he looked over at Sango, before getting a thoughtful expression on his handsome face. After a moment, he got up and walked over, sitting next to Inuyasha on the couch.

"What did you say?" Sango said with a weird look as she walked over to Kagome.

"That Miroku had a better chance with Inuyasha over there than with me."

Inuyasha got off the couch the moment those words left her mouth, and looked at Miroku, completely frightened. Both girls laughed at this, and Sango pulled her over to the right of the two doors. They went inside and closed the door, laughing again as Inuyasha shouted, "Stay the fuck away from me!"

The room Kagome entered was still white, but had gray carpeting instead of beige like the main room. She looked over and on her left was a very large window with.

To her right Sango had made sure no furniture was touching it because there was a big mural in spray paint and pastels of Sango, Miroku, and Inuyasha.

"You did that?" She asked with a little aw in her tone. Kagome wasn't the best artist, but this mural was fucking awesome!

"Yep! I sure did! Maybe if I keep you around long enough, I'll draw you in too!" Sango said, with a fake sounding snide smirk. "But only if you can handle being my roomie."

Kagome rolled her eyes, but there was laughter in them. Sango went over to one of two beds that were about to capsize under the weight of her cloths, CD's, and other crap. She shoved the shit off of it and heard something smash. Shrugging it off, she tossed Kagome's bag, a little more gently this time, and sat down.

"This will be your bed, and oh! Before I forget, bathroom is over there. Sorry, but Co-ed only. I did put in a complaint into the main office, but they refused to make the boys piss in the phone booth."

Kagome smiled again at Sango's remark and her eyes followed her pointed finger to the door on the eastern part of the room. Kagome set the CD player and room-key she was holding onto the bed, and walked over to it.

After Kagome opened the door, she was greeted with a rather smaller and bleak looking bathroom. On the opposite wall was another door. She went over to that one, and opened it. The bedroom she walked into was a good size smaller than Sango's. It was white, but all the dust made it tint gray.

The boys had clothes all over the floor, and posters of punk rock bands littering the walls. She could obviously tell Inuyasha's side of the room from Miroku's though. His side seemed cleaner, and above his bed in striking hot-pink letters, it practically screamed, "HENTAI!"

She laughed again for a moment, but was startled out of it when a voice came from the door against the wall. "It's so appropriate, isn't it?"

He walked past her and sat on what she had correctly guessed was his bed. He leaned back against the wall a bit and she walked forward, her eyes scanning over it again. "Pretty fucking sweet. Your talented artwork? Or is it another Sango original?"

Inuyasha smiled. "It's all mine! Damn I'm good!"

"Cocky, aren't we?"

Inuyasha smirked, but it seemed a little more distant, sadder, then his previous ones. "5 years in this shit whole will do that to you.

Kagome gawked. "5 YEARS! You've got to be fucking joking me!" He nodded.

"Damn! What did you do?" Kagome asked, still sounding pretty amazed. She plopped on the bed next to him and leaned back, gazing upon all the different band posters.

"Yes, Yasha-kun, what did you do?" Sango's voice came from the bathroom. She walked into the room, grabbed a small green box-type thing, and sat on it, directly in front of Inuyasha and Kagome.

"Got busted for stealing." He said, almost lazily. Kagome looked at him. "5 years because of stealing, damn, that's a bit harsh, don't you think?"

"Harsh world." Sango told her.

"Very True." Kagome replied, nodding a bit.

"Ya," Inuyasha said, smiling once again without sadness in his amber eyes, "How did you get trapped here?"

Kagome looked at her feet, a bit embarrassed. "Well, my boyfriend was going to break up with me, for this fucking whore-chick called Tomoyo, and I was pretty stoned at the time, so, uh, I tried to kill him at his house well he slept with a big-ass steak knife."

Now, most people would be like, "Are you serious!" but Sango and Inuyasha just simply nodded. Inuyasha even sympathized for her by saying "That bastard had it coming."

Kagome finished her story by saying, "His nanny comes in, caught me, bam, bang, I'm here. I had a few other charges here and there that just added to it as well, though."

Sango looked at her skeptically. "His nanny?" Kagome nodded, still flushed, and Sango snorted again. "I'm here because I got caught with 10 pounds of weed in my room."

"That's it?" Kagome asked, brows now fused together that wasn't even as bad as Inuyasha's little mishap.

"Then I got caught smoking that 10 pounds of weed." Sango said, scratching her head and laughing.

"Then..." Inuyasha put in.

"Then I got caught drunk driving when I was 13."

Kagome smiled a genuine smile. From the moment she had met these people, she had known that they would get along perfectly.

"So, how old you guys?" she asked, a little offhand, but oh well.

"Well, I'm 16, 'Roku's 15, and Sango is 15. Your 15 too, right?" Inuyasha asked, picking up a small cheap looking yo-yo and swirling it around in his hands.

"I'm 16." She told him.

"YOU GUYS!" They heard Miroku's voice scream from the main room.

"JACKASS THE MOVIE IS ON HBO!"

They all looked at each other for a moment before each flinging out of their respective spots, and running to get the best place on the couch. It was the part of the movie were Steve-O was tightrope walking over alligators in a man-thong.

"Damn this movie is fucking hilarious." Sango chimed, jogging over and claming a spot next to Miroku. (She slapped him 13 times during the movie for groping her.) Inuyasha and Kagome both sat down too, Kagome next to Sango and Inuyasha on the edge. He smiled at her with a smile that made her melt a little.

'Hell,' Kagome though, 'This isn't as bad as I thought.'

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I remember just three weeks after I moved in, Sango painted me on the wall in our room. She had told me she could tell that we all were soul-mates, almost instantly. I had just laughed and told her I thought she was right.

In the following weeks we did so much crazy shit. We did so many jokes on our professors, cocked off to the local sluts, got so drunk we could barely remember our names, and had more fun then I ever thought I could have had with three semi-strangers.

It was some of the best times of my life.

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Next Chapter: Humiliation