-Sango POV-

'If Miroku isn't going to get her, then I will,' I resolved.

As I was walking towards the cashier, where I knew Rin would be currently, I got to hum my favorite tune to play on the piano. It was slow, yes, but it was also very beautiful. As I was humming, my fingers played imaginary keys on my thighs.

I was soon able to see Rin. She was just finishing checking out, so I knew that I had made perfect timing.

"Hey," I said as she began to walk towards the sea of tables.

She spun around and gave me a look that resembled a rabbit cornered by a hungry fox. Which reminded me, I needed to pick up some chicken before I got home.

"What?" she asked warily.

"Would you like to sit with my friends and me?" I suggested. "We kinda have a weird system where unless you have friends or are invited to sit somewhere then you're shunned," I told her when she gave me a questioning glance.

"Umm, sure," she said somewhat reluctantly.

I began to lead her toward where the others sat, hidden away in a somewhat dark corner. We chose that place because it was easier for the other people to ignore us, and us, them. Plus it was quiet, since most everyone else sat near the doors and lunch line. It also helped that we didn't get run over in the mad rush to get to class before the last bell rang.

As we neared the table, I could hear Miroku launching his usual complaints about the school food. They weren't that far off, either. After all, everyone knows about the 'mystery meat'.

"Hey guys." I stood next to my seat between my boyfriend and Kikyo. I could feel Rin trying desperately to blend into the shadows, so I pulled her forward. "Rin, I'd like you to meet my friends. The one with the hoodie on currently, which isn't allowed, is Inuyasha. The one with the long black hair in a pony tail is Koga. Kikyo wears all leather, and Kagome is sitting next to Kikyo," I told her while introducing around the circle. "You already know Miroku. At least, I hope you do."

Rin acknowledged each person but Miroku, so I guessed she was still hung up about the kiss earlier. Hell, even I would be. And I'm his girlfriend!

Rin sighed and I offered her a seat between Kikyo and me. "Thank you," she said, sitting.

We began eating in silence, when Miroku got up, went to the wall, and started to slam his head against it repeatedly.

"Miroku, what the hell are you doing?" Rin inquired, surprised.

"Percussion with-drawl." Rin started to stare at me, waiting for me to go on. "When he hasn't played his drums for a while, he gets all weird and starts to do crazy things. This is the most common thing he does during lunch. If you look at other various places on the walls, you will see many other dents. Lucky for us, he gets them back this afternoon."

I heard Miroku muttering "Too long, too long, too long..." Funny, it was in constant synch with his head hitting the wall.

Rin nodded, and then jumped when she heard a thump. Looking to where Miroku was only moments before, she couldn't see him. When she looked to the floor, she nodded and sat back.

'He's done it again,' I thought. 'Gone and knocked himself out.'

After a few minutes in which Rin got acquainted with the crowd, the bell rang.

-Kikyo POV-

As the bell rang, I got up to dump my tray. Koga got there first.

I smiled as I once again discovered how sweet he could be. He was a real gentleman, doing small things like holding the door open or helping me across the street. Sometimes it's the small things in life you treasure most. At least, it's true for me. It occured to me how lucky I was; guys like Koga were a dying species.

Unfortunately, not all men are like him. I had a first-hand experience with one of those men. You know, the ones who think they're all superior and such and only think women are there as play things? There the ones.

-Flashback-

As I walked to my locker after lunch, I noticed a man standing in front of it. He gave the air of someone just casually standing there, but I knew better. He was the one who had followed me home and tried to feel me up the other day, although he was behind a mask both times. I would know those cold auburn eyes anywhere. Thankfully, as I neared, he moved over so that I could get to my combination lock.

I dialed the combo and pulled it open. Not wanting to stay near him any longer, I grabbed my stuff and quickly shut my locker door, locking it in the process. His eyes traveled along my body while I was doing this, and were currently locked on my chest.

"Hey cutie," he began, his gaze still on my bosom. "What say you and me go to the club tonight?" He swaggered towards me, staggering like a drunken man.

"First off, my eyes are up here." I waited as he looked up, glaring. "Second, I don't date slime."

"C'mon, you know you want to."

"No," I told him firmly, and began to walk away. 'I'm gonna be late!' The halls were almost completely empty by this time.

He grabbed my arm, which surprised me. I stumbled, fell, and because he wouldn't let my arm go, I almost pulled my arm out of its socket.

"No one refuses me!" As he spoke, his spit hit my face and I moved as far as I could from his mouth, disgusted.

My arm was beginning to go numb. "You're hurting me!" I screamed. He wouldn't let go, and so I did the first thing to come to mind; Knee to the groin.

He doubled over and I pulled my arm free. Not waiting to see if he was alright or if he would give chase, I turned and fled to my house, not caring if I did miss the rest of my classes. Nothing they said would get me back into school for the rest of the day.

- A few days later -

I ran down the hallway, panting. Ever since I had refused to date that dumb bastard, Naraku, as I found out later, he had attempted to force me into submission after school every day. Today was no different.

I turned the corner, only to come up at a dead end. 'I really need to learn the layout better. A year here and not knowing the layout is just pathetic.' I spun just as Naraku cut off the entrance to the dank, dark and never used hallway. I had never been down this way, but I could tell it hadn't had much traffic for a while from the cobwebs around me and various insects fleeing Naraku's feet as he walked toward me.

My heart began to race, and not in a good way. I tried to run past him when he came closer, but he blocked my exit. Grabbing my wrist, he slammed me into the wall. I lost my breath and slid to the ground. Naraku took this opportunity to grab my other hand and hold them together, pinning them above my head. He also knelt on my knees, making it impossible to kick him off me.

He smirked at me, and then pressed his mouth against mine. I began to struggle, and he ran his tongue along my teeth. I kept my own teeth clenched. It disgusted me to think of how much toothpaste I would go through when I got home. He tasted disgusting, like the nasty kind of cough syrup on burnt toast.

He was getting more and more pissed, for he began to growl and nip at my bottom lip. I still refused to open my mouth.

This went on for a few minutes, as his free hand began to stroke my chest and stomach. I began to struggle even harder, and gasped when his hand went around my back and he squeezed my ass.

His tongue dove into my mouth and I gagged. In response, I did the first thing that came into mind. I bit down. Hard.

I tasted blood as he lurched back. I allowed myself a second of glory before screaming bloody murder.

"Shut up, wench!" Naraku's back hand connected with my cheek. "Don't scream, or you'll regret it."

I was a little surprised for that was the first time I had ever been slapped. I was frozen as he began to shred my shirt with a knife that he picked up somewhere. Little nicks from where his knife had connected with my flesh began to sting. He didn't notice, or didn't care, as he began to dig his knife in further and further into my flesh.

I finally shook off my paralysis. I screamed again, tears beginning to cloud my vision. I screamed for all I was worth, ignoring the pain when he beat me and when my injuries began to burn.

This torture kept up until Naraku was ripped off from on top of me. I whimpered as all the pain I had been ignoring came back full blast. I curled into a ball and began to shake, trying to hold in sobs that wanted release.

I heard two men exchanging words, but I didn't bother to pay attention. I did flinch when I heard a crack, some swearing and fleeing footsteps. I became frightened as the man I believed to be Naraku came towards me.

I was surprised when a large shirt was set on top of my curled figure. Looking up, I saw a shadow that was not Naraku. This man was slimmer, and didn't have as broad shoulders as Naraku did. He knelt, and I noticed that he was 'all legs', as my mother used to say.

"Are you alright, miss?" The stranger's crisp tenor voice was sweet and full of concern.

I nodded shyly, but when he didn't say anything or move, I noticed that it was a lot darker than I thought. "I think, yes."

"Alright. Do you need a ride or anything? Or would you prefer I get someone else?"

I thought for a moment. "I guess I really don't care." I shakily stood up and my savior turned around. "What?"

"Umm…you might want to put on my shirt."

I looked down and flushed. I hadn't paid attention to how much my clothing had been ruined by Naraku. Looking, I realized I might have been better off not wearing anything.

My shirt was completely torn, just rags hanging off my pale and bleeding body. My shorts were no better. As for my undergarments... No wonder he had turned around.

I decided to survey the damage to my body, and whistled softly. It was worse than I had thought. If I wasn't in so much pain or terrified like hell, I would've been impressed. He really did a number on me.

I quickly picked up the red and black plaid shirt that had fallen to the ground when I stood up and put it on. Thankfully, the stranger was tall enough so that his shirt could've been a really short dress on me. Tall men were hard to come by. Another point for the hero.

I quietly padded my way to the man and touched his shoulder. He turned and I said "Thank you. For saving me and lending me your shirt."

"Oh, it's nothing. I didn't really like that shirt anyways. And that guy was being a total jerk." He looked down at the bundle of rags in my arms. "Are those completely destroyed or can you repair them?"

I sighed and looked down. "No, they're basically strips of material now." I walked past him and threw them into the garbage. Turning, I told him "I never really liked them anyway."

He smiled and walked towards me. We began to trek to the nearest exit. I hadn't realized how late it was until I saw the giant clock across the street. "Damn."

"What is it?" I looked at him just as he looked at me. We both looked away and I could feel my face beginning to warm up.

"Nothing." 'What's going on with me?' I asked myself. 'Someone saves you and you go all gaga over him.' I snuck a look at him and began to drink in his appearence.

He was tall, and about half of his body was taken up by his legs. His clean cut face was soft and kind. He had lush black hair, which he currently wore in a low pony tail. Without his shirt on, for I was still wearing it, I noticed a slight muscle definition in his upper arms. His chest was as if it was chiseled from granite and polished to perfection, shining with sweat on this hot day. I kept looking him over, and wondered that familiar question that every girl questions when faced with a hot guy of 'is his ass as firm as it looks'.

"You know," he began, making me jump. "It really isn't nice to check out someone whose name you don't even know." That made me blush even deeper (if that was possible) and I turned away.

We walked in silence the rest of the way to my apartment. When I got to my door, I remembered that, in my rush to escape Naraku earlier, I had left my keys in my locker. Along with my homework, money, Sango's parking pass... "Damn, damn, double damn," I said, repeating my favorite line from Hocus Pocus.

"What is it?" I jumped at his voice, momentarily forgetting he was there.

"I forgot my key." I knocked on the door.

"Isn't it empty?"

In answer, the door swung open to reveal my roommate, Sango. She was wearing rumpled flannel pajama pants, and an equally wrinkled tank top. "You forgot your key, didn't you?"

"Yeah." I shuffled my foot, waiting for her to move.

"Again? What am I gonna do with you." She looked past me. She turned a suspicious look onto me. "Who's he? What happened to your clothes? Do I even want to know?"

"Yes, you want to know. I was attacked, my clothes are in the garbage at school, and this is…." I paused as I realized I didn't know my hero's name. Wonderful first impression, girl, I berated myself.

"Koga. Nice to meet you." He offered his hand to Sango.

"And I'm Sango." She took the offered hand. "Looks like I'll be seeing you in school later, right?" Koga nodded, and she turned to me."If you'll excuse us, Kikyo and I have a long talk ahead of us."

She moved inside, and I began to follow. "Bye."

"W-wait," Koga said. I stopped and turned around, the door already halfway closed. "W-would you like to go to a movie tomorrow?" I smiled when he began to turn crimson. Who knew that even the hero could stutter.

"Sure. Six okay?" He nodded and I closed the door, much happier than I was earlier.

I turned around to face the storm, also known as Sango. "Begin at the beginning, when I left you after third period." I sighed, resigning to my fate, and began the tale.

-Sitting at the table in the lunch room-

After that, Naraku left me alone, except for a few curses directed in my direction. I guess he didn't want me to tell anyone about the incident. Unfortunately for him, I told the counciler. But because of the shitty school system being too afraid of Bakayarou Onigumo, Naraku's father and superintendent to our school district, the school didn't do anything.

Koga and I went out every week after that, and became closer and closer. Soon, we labeled ourselves as official. I met Inuyasha through Koga. I was shocked to find out that Inuyasha and Koga both used to live in the same foster home. Koga and Inuyasha were able to meet Sango through me. We all met Miroku when he moved here and fell for Sango last year. Kagome became my friend, too, when she moved here about a month later and got in a fight with Inuyasha. It was the funniest thing to watch, standing in the hall that day.

"What's up?" I stood, grabbed my bag, and turned to face Koga.

"Nothing. Just remembering stuff." He gave me a look, and I knew that he knew I had just remembered the earlier 'Naraku days'. I grabbed his hand and started to pull him out of the cafeteria, into the crowded hallways. "C'mon, we haveta get to math." He nodded, and we made our way to the classroom.

-In class-

We got to class, and it was my turn to sit in the middle of a clump of desks in the back of the math room.

"What's with the sitting-in-a-group-in-the-back-every-class thing?" asked the, as we were to find out, always curious Rin.

"Oh, that?" Kagome sat down behind me, next to Inuyasha. "It's just something that happened. One day we all just started to sit in a group, and we chose the back because none of us like to be in the spotlight with our teachers. Its been proven that you can get away with more and are more likely to be ignored in the back than anywhere else in the classroom," Kagome recited with an air of a know-it-all.

"And the fact that YOU can't stand to be away from Inuyasha for long." Koga, who had sat in front of me, turned to Rin. "They nearly die from separation anxiety during the weekend, even though we always hang out together."

"Hey! Same with you and Kikyo!" Kagome accused us.

"Yah, and Miroku and Sango are worse," I shot back.

"We are not!" Sango defended.

"Yes you are!"

"Are not!"

"Are too."

"Are not!"

"Are too."

"Are not!"

"Are too."

"Shut up." Sango and I turned our glares onto Miroku. "What? I'm trying to tell Rin about our band!"

I changed my glare to a pout. "But Sango and I were having an intelligent argument! You're no fun."

"That was intelligent?" I heard Rin mutter.

Miroku cleared his throat. "As I was saying," he paused and shot a glare at Sango and me. "We have a small band and get together to practice whenever we can. We don't have a name, we play crappy songs we wrote ourselves and we have never had any gigs."

"Great description," Inuyasha said sarcastically. Koga hit Miroku on the head, and Sango scolded Koga about delivering brain damage to her boyfriend.

"Wow!" Rin's eyes went to the size of saucers. "Even though you haven't had any jobs, have no name and play stupid songs, still, wow!" Miroku loudly protested that their songs weren't stupid, just crappy. No one paid him any mind. "Can I come over and try a few of your songs?"

"You can play?" Koga looked at Miroku, who was still fussing about our songs. "She can play?"

"Yah." Miroku plastered an innocent expression on his face. "Must've slipped my mind."

"What can you play?" Sango inquired.

"Oh, lots of things." Rin began to count off on her fingers as she listed what she was able to play. "Drums, keys, guitar, bass, violin, steel guitar, and I sing some, too. What do you play?" she asked us in turn.

"Drums." Miroku raised his hand.

"Bass," Koga added.

"Lead," Inuyasha put in.

"A little of everything, but I like to stick with the piano." Sango winked at Rin.

"Kag and I do vocals sometimes," I said. "Otherwise we handle, as Inuyasha puts it, 'all of that impossible technology shit'."

Inuyasha blushed. "You can come over tonight to Koga's. Sure he wouldn't mind."

"Really?" Rin looked at Koga and squealed when he nodded, causing ninety percent of the class to stare the new-kid-that-will-most-likely-cause-deafness-later-in-the-year.

-Inuyasha's POV-

Rin really needed to settle down. It was five minutes after she was told that she could come with us to practice at Koga's, and she was still hyper. It was a miracle we weren't getting calls from people across town telling her to shut the hell up!

I had just put my head on the desk when the door slammed, causing me to jump. Looking up, I saw a tall man around six feet with long, flowing hair that would make any girl jealous -or guy, for that matter, walk in. He was wearing khaki pants and had his light blue button shirt open just enough to reveal a well toned chest. I couldn't believe my eyes!

How the hell did he get a job here? When? Why? I mean, I knew he was becoming a teacher, but I didn't know he lived so close to here. If I had known, I would've moved away and stayed away. Damn him. I just knew he would make my life hell while he was here. Maybe it wasn't too late to catch the one o' clock train...?

I looked to see the reactions of my friends to our new teacher. Rin and Kikyo were off in lala land. Kikyo was understandable. After all, even though she and Koga were an item, that didn't stop Kikyo from looking at any and all guys that caught her eye. I heard Koga growl. Looks like he noticed, too.

Rin, though, was different. From what Miroku told me in the ten or so minutes that the girls were in the bathroom earlier, Rin was a shy, moody girl that wasn't easily influenced by a guys looks. She usually, according to my dear friend Miroku, waited until she knew about the guy more than just name and age. Also, to the extent of my knowledge, she had never had a boyfriend.

Shifting my eyes to Koga, I saw that he wore a scowl on his face. That was probably because Kikyo had begun to drool.

Moving along, Miroku and Sango were pretty indifferent. Kagome looked just about as surprised as I felt.

Well, maybe that's because she knew him like I did. After all, she'd met my brother before.

Cold eyes met cold eyes as my brother looked my way. I narrowed my eyes in disgust. The look on his face told me the feeling was mutual. After all, we never did really get along. We never saw each other, even when our mothers got together.

"Shut up, sit down and listen." Everyone who was talking shut up, and everyone standing sat down. You could feel the tension coating the surfaces of everything. Even just meeting him, most of the class could already tell that my brother was not one to cross. "Good."

"As you probably know, I am the new math teacher. My name is Mr. Youkai." My brother turned and sloppily wrote his name on the blackboard. "You may NOT call me Youkai, Mr. Y, Teach, or my favorite, 'Hey teacher person'." Everyone nodded, and there were a few nervous laughs. "Good. Now, as I do roll call, you say 'here' AND raise your hand."

Yup. Welcome to High School Hell.

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