Welcome one and all to my fanfic! I just want to point out that this fic is based on the Inuyasha anime. The genre is a cross between Rebel Teen and Romantic Comedy with the rating as a "big kid" PG13 due to violence, cursing and lustrous actions. Now that you've been warned, read A Sweettooth's Ache and review! Thanx for checking me out! — Sh34k4

A Sweettooth's Ache – 1

Sango Kagome Miroku Inuyasha

"It's time to get going, Kagome," Sango announced as she walked into the boss's office of The Spot. Their hangout was an old warehouse they'd fixed up and made into a home for their gang. Kagome had a whole room to herself for her plotting and such, besides she was the boss. The boss could have a whole floor to herself and nobody'd challenge her.

"I'll be out in a second, Sango. Debrief the Second Squadron and I'll be down before you're done," Kagome ordered as she finished gathering her gear from about the room. At 17, she was the leader of one of the city's most powerful gangs, The Arrowreiki. They were doing well for themselves but tonight, if all went well, they'd expand their territory. She wanted to own the street the sweets shop sat on and by all that was holy, she'd get it, the current owners be damned.

The only problem was that the gang that owned the street was the Dog Demon Pack. Getting that street would mean nothing less than a street brawl because their leader wasn't the type of dog to simply roll over and let you steal his bone. Especially his sugar coated one.

She pulled a jerkin out of her pile of gear and pulled on her hose and boots. Slipping on her already full quiver and tucking knives into her belt and boot sheaths, she reached for her bow. The outfit made her look old-fashioned but made everything seem like the good old days, when such fights were the norm. The ensemble was navy blue with violet thread trimming the edges, the Arrowreiki colors.

Walking out of her office she made her way to the main room of The Spot. Carefully she looked over her squadron. These people would be strategically placed so they could pick off opponents with arrows while Sango's would go in on foot.

"Is everyone ready?" The immediately replied in unison, "Yes!" "Then let's go stick some feather in their asses!" There was a loud cheer before Sango gave the signal and the First Squadron left with her to get in position. Before she left, Sango gave Kagome a quick bow and Kagome acknowledged Sango's departure with a curt nod. Turning back to her archers, Kagome yelled, "Let's gut up there before Sango gets to have all the fun!"

As she leapt from roof-to-roof, Kagome smirked at the oncoming red and black blurs below. Her mouth spread into an unholy grin as she took aim with her bow. Inuyasha didn't know what he had coming.

They were planning something. Those bloody Arrowreiki were ALWAYS planning something. You'd think they would stop trying to expand already! They were second best and should be proud they were so close to his first. When it came to gang rank, the Dog Demon Pack was the best and everybody knew and accepted it. Everyone but that Kagome wench.

Without turning, he asked his 2nd in Command, Miroku, "How many times do you have to tell a girl 'no' before she realizes you're not interested?"

"Why would you want to tell a female 'no'?" He smiled a secretively lecherous smile. "In my experience, you should always tell the pretty ones 'yes'." He winked suggestively as some passing girls. Miroku was such a lecher that it sometimes mad Inuyasha wonder if he'd end up having dozens of kids before he was 20, but obviously the women didn't mind. Now, Inuyasha on the other hand was selective with his relationships and wasn't one to carelessly get a girl pregnant. Hell, he'd have to marry her then.

Uncomfortable with the very idea, he distracted himself by fixing his red coat. He was wearing a pair of loose jeans made of the same red as the coat and a black shirt underneath. A leader has to be proud of his colors doesn't he? His gold eyes were scanning the crowd while his dog ears listened intently for anything unusual. If something was going to happen, he was going to sense it in the air . . . the air? It smelled like vanilla sugar, a pleasant scent. A woman's scent. Instantly, he was alert. Where was it coming from? Those girls? No. The shop? No. But where then?

The air! His senses screamed a few seconds before arrows were raining them down upon them. Oh, they had been scheming all right. He knew it was them as soon as their signature arrows began exploding on impact. Then their 2nd-IC was there with about a dozen of mates and the next thing they knew they were surrounded by dark blue and violets. There was a silence and then the smooth ring of swords and knives being drawn filled the air as the DDPackers readied themselves.

Inuyasha only knew this by sound for he had already jumped over their barricade and was heading towards the source of that scent. Climbing up a wall, he found himself on the rooftops but the scent didn't dwindle. She was up here somewhere.

Stealthily, he made his way around a chimney and an attic window. He was just about to turn the corner when he was forced to stop by the feel of sharp metal against his skin.

"Hold it right there, Inuyasha." The voice was so interesting, he had to turn to look at the source and was momentarily paralyzed.

Her outfit reminded him of a true archer's attire. The colors matched with her hair but contrasted with her green-blue eyes. This green eyed, vanilla sugar wearing girl was beautiful and holding him at knife point . . .

Kagome was having a few thoughts of her own. Inuyasha looked downright sexy in all that red. It bounced off his silver-white hair well and his amber eyes reminded her of hot brandy. Damn, he looked good. Too bad! The gang came first and when she was the proud owner of South Main St., maybe. Yeah, right. Who was she kidding with 'maybes'? Definitely was more like it. But at this moment he was going to give her what she wanted, that being the sweets shop — for the moment.

"By Street Brawl Law, I've won this match by getting you unarmed and thus am given the right to claim a bit of your turf. I want this ½ of Main St.. Those are my demands so comply or you'll see what comes from useless defiance." She thought it had gone very well until his eyes filled with amusement and he asked — totally unconcerned, "Oh, really?"