Summary: Kagome Higurashi; the leader of one of the toughest motorcycle gangs in Japan, the Dragons. She (and her gang) has decided to move from Kyoto to Tokyo, enrolling as a senior in Sakura High School, where she will find her 'runaway' Double Ace partner…

Rating: PG13, violence, language, fluff.

Story type: Alternate Universe

Story genre: Romance/Action/Adventure

Pairings: Eventual InuKag; other pairings littered about.

Author's Note: Eh heh. I've decided to start another story, because I'm having a bit of writer's block with 'Never Forgotten'. A side story, kind of to keep you going and to let you know I'm alive, just in case. I've decided to start this one as a more serious fiction, you know? Action, violence, whatever :) I might change the rating; I'm not sure if I'll suddenly get an idea that will lead to the 'M' rating. If it does lead that way, I'll make sure to post a warning in the chapter before it. So remember to read author's notes, people!

Expect a title change. (If it happens)

I am thinking this is going to be a temporary title.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Enjoy the show.

Chapter One: Decision

A pretty Japanese girl looking of seventeen years of age lie on her bed in a dark room, looking as if she was deep in thought.

'Why did you have to leave? Why did you stand us up on the most important time…?' she thought, as a tear leaked through her eyelids, trickling down her cheek, sliding down to her ear lobe and hanging there. Having the impossibility to defy gravity, the salty drop of water let gravity work its job, letting itself fall into the masses of the girl's silky strands of black hair.

'Why…' she thought again desperately, as if an answer would come into her head. She clenched and unclenched her fists, squeezing her eyes shut together, an unwanted, haunting memory coming into her mind as it did each day…

'Why did you leave and let him die?'

--Flashback--

The girl's POV

'Where is she? Kikyou CAN'T be late at a time like this!' I thought. My mind raced. 'This is definitely NOT the time she can't be 'fashionably late' as she calls it… who cares what you're going to wear! We're going to be freaking speeding bullets that absolutely anybody can barely see!' I thought angrily. I glanced at the watch Kikyou bought me, which was rather too feminine for my liking… 'It's 2:18 AM. She should have been here at 2!'

"Kagome!"

I heard my name being called, and I turned around. It was Miroku, my long-time friend.

Miroku was like the brother I never had. He can be very protective of me at times, he thinks of me as a sister. In a way, we are basically our own little family because Miroku lost his parents in arson and I was kind of his only family left. In a way, Miroku, Souta and I were just a small little family. Our parents died, too, except they were murdered… we found they were a part of the FBI and their enemies had caught them. It was devastating.

Miroku was all-in-all an attractive guy, if I looked at him in a 'just another guy' way instead of a brother. He had jet black hair tied into a little rat's tail at the nape of his neck. A weird thing was, his eyes were violet. I know, not very common, is it? They're amazing. He has two tiny gold hoop earrings on his left ear and one on his right ear. He had muscles, but he wasn't one of those huge body builder dudes. He was wearing a purple wife beater with a leather jacket and black baggy jeans.

He was 17; older than me by a few months; to be exact, four. His birthday was on July 19. I would be turning seventeen in two months, on November 26. It was now October.

'The Dragons' was basically a motorcycle racing gang; none of those kinds who kill people and go on missions or what not. They did do the occasional shooting and weapon using to escape from the police. Apparently, they should be charged for illegal racing at nights and speeding in the streets. That never stopped us though; neither did it stop any other of the racing gangs.

"Hey, Kagome, is Kikyou here yet?" I heard Miroku asking me.

"No, the stupid pink frilly dolt hasn't come. She's supposed to be here now; this is the MOST important race ever! Especially because I need the money for Souta's surgery…" I trailed off, not wanting to be reminded that my younger ten year old brother's heart had stopped for two minutes, and that he needed surgery to live his life normally again… It broke my heart.

I saw from the corner of my eye Miroku was looking at me sympathetically. "I know, Kagome… but Kikyou has to get here SOON, or we'll have to forfeit."

I looked at him, horrified. "B-But, that means we can't get the money!" I said desperately.

He stuffed his calloused but soft hands into his jean pockets, and then looked down solemnly. "I know…"

I fisted my hand and dug my nails into my palm, then pressing my lips together, forming a tight thin line. "That's it, I can't take it! I'm going to her house to see if she's there!" I decided.

Miroku looked at me, somewhat worried. "Be careful, okay?"

"Of course I'm going to be careful, I'm the leader; what do you think I'm going to do, purposely crash into something?" I replied, or rather yelled at him.

Miroku stuck his hands into the air in defense. "Okay, okay, just saying."

I only turned around and got onto my motorcycle. It was beautiful to me; of course, it was my vehicle anyway. It was custom made… it had a glossy black coating, and the designers painted a somewhat glowing blue dragon spiraling and moving across the sides. It was the ideal bike for me.

I pushed my helmet onto my head, got onto the bike and turned slipped in the keys, driving off to Kikyou's house.

I stopped and parked my bike in front of a light blue colored two-story house; In other words, Kikyou's home. After I took off my helmet and placed it on the seat, I walked up to the front door, preparing to knock, but I found that there was a folded pink piece of paper taped onto the front door with the name 'Kagome' written in black ink; a neat, cursive. I restrained from rolling my eyes and thinking 'Typical Kikyou note', because I knew somehow this was an important note.

I pulled the note from the door, and unfolded it. My eyes read Kikyou's neat written words, my eyes narrowing and closing, tears threatening to fall. 'How could she do this…? Just HOW could she even THINK of doing something like this!' I thought, heartbroken again.

I threw the note on the floor, not wanting to read those heart breaking words. The letter kept repeating over and over in my mind though, haunting me. It was like some mantra you just could never stop. I clenched my eyes closed, listening to the letter replaying in my head.

'Dear Kagome,

I'm guessing that you've come looking for me if you got this letter. I'm sorry, but you won't find me in Kyoto anymore. I couldn't take it anymore; the racing was just too much pressure for me. I know I'm letting you and the gang down, but I can't do this anymore. There is no more 'Double Aces'. My mother and I are moving to Tokyo; I'm starting a new life, away from this one.

Please tell everyone in the gang I'm sorry, and I hope they, including you, will all forgive me.

I am SO, so, sorry, Kagome.

Until we meet again,

Kikyou'

I speeded back to the mountain where Kikyou and I were SUPPOSED to race. I ran to Miroku, still holding back tears, and told him Kikyou ran away to Tokyo.

Miroku looked at me, angrily. "How could she just run away like this! She KNOWS this is important!" I heard him yell; I was looking down onto the ground, not wanting anybody to see the pain, sadness and betrayal in my eyes.

Bankotsu, one of the gang-members and another one of my long-time friends, spoke up. "Doesn't that mean we have to forfeit…?"

I closed my eyes tightly, and managed to get out some words. "I guess so…"

At this moment, I could tell. I could tell that the gang lost respect and trust in Kikyou. They also knew of Souta's current situation, and were working on getting the money for his surgery.

Miroku spoke up again. "I guess I'll be telling the Katana gang that we'll be forfeiting this…" he said. I noticed he had a small tone of sadness mixed in with his deep voice.

As the forfeit was announced, the Katana gang ended up winning the money automatically. Naraku, the gang leader, glanced at me and laughed a somewhat evil laugh, and said "Pathetic" as if we had tainted the game of racing. I had to admit, it was humiliating, and I did feel tainted. We had no choice though…

As soon as the enemy gang left, I sank to my knees and cried. I cried and sobbed, for the first time in ten years. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. Thoughts and doubts raced through my mind, putting bricks of stress onto my shoulders. 'Why did Kikyou have to leave? Are we going to get enough money for Souta? If we do, what if the surgery is a failure? Will Souta… die?'

The last thought brought even more tears to trail down my soft, pale skin. I heard Miroku's feet shuffling towards me, and then I felt strong muscular arms wrapped around my small frame. It made me feel safe, as if a real brother were protecting me. It felt so good; I hadn't felt so comforted in years.

After my sobs and cries died down, Miroku patted me on the back. I looked down, ashamed that everyone had seen me crying. Bankotsu seemed to notice that, though. I saw his black boots approaching me.

He kneeled down and talked to me softly. "Hey, Kagome… it's okay to cry, we understand…" A tiny tear dropped trickled down my cheek, and I felt his hand wipe it away. I looked up at the gang, and saw their understanding eyes.

I realized; I wasn't the only one that had been in this situation. They've all had doubts and thoughts racing in their heads, building stress amount. They've seen death. They've lost family and friends. I smiled and thought I was glad to have a gang like them who would support me no matter what.

"Thanks, guys…" I said in a rather small voice to my gang.

They all either smiled or nodded. In the corner of my eye, I caught a tall male figure. I turned towards that direction and saw that it was Suikotsu; one of Bankotsu's brothers. 'Why does he look so sad? It wasn't so bad that we had to—oh yeah, he had a crush on Kikyou…' I realized that he was more heartbroken than any of us when Kikyou left. He really had loved her.

I walked towards him, and the gang's eyes followed me, confused. As they looked farther ahead to my destination, they realized that I was trying to talk to Suikotsu to cheer him up.

I stopped three feet away from him. He was quite attractive, I had to admit. He was about five feet and ten inches tall; a towering height, compared to my five feet five inches. Black hair flowed downwards, stopping at mid-neck. He was pretty muscular, about as muscular as Miroku or Bankotsu. His eyes were hazel-colored, strange for a Japanese man. Of course, I shouldn't be talking; my eyes are a striking cerulean blue.

He acknowledged me by looking in the direction of my way, before leaning forward against the railings (protecting of from kind of falling off the mountain) and staring off at the night.

"Hey, Suikotsu, its okay… maybe you'll get over her, or maybe you'll even see her again…" I tried to reassure him.

He replied with a 'Hm' in a dull tone, but I knew that he was still sad. "Don't worry, Suikotsu," I said to him.

He must have noticed the smile in my voice and turned away from the night sky to look at me. He knew it was rare that I smiled; and it was. He smiled back, a sad smile. "Thanks, 'Gome. Maybe you're right. Maybe I will get over her, maybe I won't…"

My lips quirked up a bit. 'Yeah, maybe… but it might be hard.' I said mentally, keeping the thought to myself.

The gang all headed home. Miroku and I headed the same direction, since we shared an apartment room with Souta. As soon as we got to the apartment lot, I took off up the stairs and into our apartment; Apartment number 510, coincidentally Souta's birth date (May tenth).

I ran towards my room, changing into my night clothes and jumping into bed. I was trying to sleep, but there was just too much in my mind. I had just heard Miroku coming into the door and into the bathroom; I had kind of ran ahead of him to the room.

I kept thinking and thinking, the thoughts just wouldn't stop. I thought more particularly about how Kikyou moved to Tokyo and how we didn't get the money for Souta's surgery…

I cried once more, crying myself to sleep.

2 days later

I was in the waiting room of the hospital with Miroku, worried. Souta's heartbeat had stopped once more over the night and I was waiting for the results. I crossed my fingers and toes, praying that Souta was alive. I was still in my night clothes since the hospital called during we were sleeping. My knees were held up to my chest, and Miroku's arm was around my shoulder, trying to calm my pounding heart.

Finally, after what seemed like millions of years, a doctor dressed in a white coat stepped out with a glum look. Possibilities ran through my head, as did Miroku's. 'Could Souta be… could he be…' I didn't want to finish the thought, fearing it would somehow jinx our hopes.

It was already jinxed anyway. The doctor spoke up, speaking my worst fear. "I'm very sorry, but Souta Higurashi has passed away."

I stared at the doctor, his statement processing through my mind. After a few minutes, I put my face into my knees and cried again. I cried for Souta, I cried for Miroku, and I mostly cried for me. I could feel Miroku's arm tightening around me, then another arm circling me. I could feel him shaking, and I knew he was holding in his tears. He had lost yet another close, almost family, person.

We had driven home after a while, and when we reached inside the apartment and closed the door, Miroku broke down. I couldn't believe it. Miroku broke down and cried. I decided to do something about it, and hugged him as he would have done for me. Tears started streaming down my face, and soon enough I was sobbing again like in the hospital.

We cried together for Souta, and for us. We couldn't believe we lost another person important to us…


We were going to stand by each other forever, no matter what.

--Flashback End—

(Author's POV)

A lone tear streaked down Kagome's cheek, but she wiped it away, determined. She had decided while swimming through the horrible memory lane.

'I will move to Tokyo and find Kikyou,' Kagome thought, 'I promise myself.'

She stared up at the ceiling thinking a bit more. 'Maybe the gang will come with me too. We can afford it, after all, we've been saving it since…' she shook her head, not wanting to relive the memory again.

Instead, she pulled up her dark green covers and looked around the room a bit before falling into a deep and surprisingly dreamless sleep.

So, how was it? I want to know which story is a better hit; NF or this one? As you can probably guess, Kikyou is nice in this one; but I just had to add the pink frilly thing :)

Thanks for trying out my new story; I want to see how this one works out. A more serious fiction of sorts.

I don't think you should expect updates in one week like in NF; I have a feeling this story is going to be a little harder to write. I might take more than a week, and I have school added to that too. Also, I wanted these chapters to be longer than NF :) This chapter is about 2,500 (Without A/N's and such). I'm not very sure if I could write that much on all the chapters, but I'll try…

Thank you very much to readers, and I hope you enjoyed it at least a LITTLE. Review?

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