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A/N: Some of this chapter, most, actually, was written by my friend. I take no credit for coming up with anything in this chapter except for the Unknown POV and Inu-kun's POV. That credit goes to a wonderful poet and writer. Thanks!

Koga's POV-

The last block of the day, science, passed uneventfully. We had all made plans to meet at my place after school and invited Rin along. I noticed that Inuyasha and Miroku had been tense with the new math teacher.

Miroku was understandable. The new teacher was handsome and Sango had a roving eye for boys. But what was Inuyasha's problem?

Rin had been acting strange, too. What was going on?

"Koga?" Kagome started, pulling me out of my sea of thoughts. "How is Rin gonna get to your house? She hasn't got a ride."

Miroku hit himself on the head. "Duh. We've only got three bikes. How're we gonna do this?"

"What are you talking about?" Rin interrupted.

"Me, Inuyasha and Sango all have motorcycles," I explained. "So, we double up. But now, you don't have a ride."

Rin proudly struggled to hide her disappointment. "That's okay. You can go on without me."

Miroku, grinning from ear to ear, slung an arm around her shoulders. "Don't be stupid, Rin. I remember how fast you are. I'll bet if you Rin and we go slow, you can keep up. Come on. I'll bet you, say, another kiss?"

Here, Sango butted in.

"Oh no you don't, lover-boy. You're my boyfriend, remember?"

Miroku peeled himself away from Rin to give Sango a kiss. "Right indeed, my lovely flower of joy. But surely you can allow a fellow a simple sporting wager? I don't really think she'd make it. She's not actually that fast."

Rin snorted. "I like that. I was always faster than you."

Miroku's eyebrows were raised a bit too perfectly. I began to think something was up.

"If that's the case, Rin, why don't you take the bet?" he asked.

"Fine, I will. I bet that I'll make it. If I do, Miroku does my homework. If I don't, I'll give him a kiss." She held out a hand, but Miroku shook his head.

"As my perfect angel has pointed out, I have a girlfriend. I can get all the kisses I want from her."

Sango punched him. "Not with that attitude, bud!"

Miroku ignored her. "I say we change it to ah, Mr. Youkai instead."

Kagome gasped. Even I was shocked. Miroku never made a bet he couldn't win. Slow for us was sixty miles per hour, which is how Miroku lost his license in the first place. That's also how Sango got her bike.

There was no way Rin could make it, which meant she was almost guaranteed to have to kiss our new math teacher. Of course, that all depended on if she even took the bet.

Rin was considering it, gnawing on her lip. I held my breath.

Finally she came to a decision. "Miroku, you have yourself a deal."

Rin POV-

After I got directions I watched them get on their bikes. Miroku was smart. He was almost guaranteed to win.

Except I have no intention of playing by the rules. If ever a man had to watch out for something, it was a woman determined to win a bet.

I wandered over to a boy's car. I could still hear Miroku and the other's talking.

"Where is she going?"

Miroku laughed. "Maybe she's looking for an excuse to kiss him?"

The others laughed at his little joke.

"Rin, we're leaving! Inuyasha called. I waved at them as though I was thinking about something else. As they rode away, I leaned on the car door and spoke through the open window to the driver.

"Hey," I said, smiling.

The boy inside looked at me, his eyes stopping at my chest.

"Hey," he replied, his voice cracking a bit.

I leaned closer. "I'm Rin." He licked his lips.

"Hi. I'm Katsuya. Do you want something?"

Lowering my eyelids, I practically purred my next sentence. "Oh yes. I'm new here and I could use a ride home."

I could just hear his thoughts. A ride home? I bet she doesn't have a boyfriend yet! SCORE!

"I can give you a ride if you tell me where you live. Hop in."

I did so, brushing his leg a bit more then necessary.

"Sure. Could you go a bit fast? If we hurry, we can beat my parents." Nothing wrong in a little white lie to beat the others, I thought.

He looked surprised. The look remained on his face as I gave him directions to "my" house.

As we drove away, a cunning look replaced it. I was worried, but there was nothing I could do.

Katsuya was speeding down the road at about seventy miles, but a few blocks from Koga's he slowed to a stop.

"Why are we stopping?" I asked, dropping my act. I had a good idea of what we planned. Hell, we had been warned every year since we started school of what happens to little girls that get into a strange man's car. I was not going to comply.

"Your parents won't mind if you're a bit late." He reached for my shirt.

I punched him in the face. While he was recovering, I stumbled from the car and raced off, calling over my shoulder "Thanks for the ride, Perv!"

He didn't follow.

By the time I got to Koga's, I was breathing hard. Everyone was sitting on the porch, waiting for me. Kagome waved wildly.

"Rin! Rin! Wow, you are fast! We only got here two minutes ago! How'd you do it?"

Unwillingly, I started to cry.

Everyone started toward me. I stumbled, landed on my knees and ripped my pants.

"Are you alright? What's wrong?"

Everyone was clamoring. Miroku knelt beside me.

"Rin, you don't really have to kiss him if you don't want to!" he told me frantically. I shook my head.

"No," was all I could choke out.

Someone whacked my between my shoulder blades, effectively stopping my hyperventilation and making me cough.

Imagining the sight we make, seven teenagers crouched in the dirt, coughing, choking and yelling, made me laugh. I fell over onto my side.

Soon everyone was laughing at nothing in particular. I calmed a little, but thinking of the picture we were making right then got me started again.

Finally, Kikyo stopped. "What was wrong?" she asked.

I wiped tears from my face. "It's nothing." I told them.

"Rin…." Miroku said warningly.

"I said it's nothing, okay?"

Everyone gave me a disbelieving look. I hurriedly looked for something to say.

"I guess I lost the bet, huh?"

Miroku began to laugh again while everyone else either followed suit or shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, you did. Which means you get to kiss Mr. Youkai!"

I blushed scarlet. Inuyasha growled and I looked at him.

"Damn Sesshomaru. I can't believe he'd come back, much less as a teacher." I looked at him blankly. He started to explain. "Sesshomaru –Mr. Youkai- is my brother. Half brother, really, and a total jackass." I wasn't sure what to say.

"Do I still have to kiss him, then?"

Koga nodded. "Yes. A bet's a bet, no matter whose brother he is. Come on, let's go inside."

We all followed as he led the way into his house.

Unknown POV-

I threw another dart into a group picture. The dart landed right in the eye of a certain blue-eyed, black-haired pretty boy.

Getting up off the mattress that I was laying on, I walked over to the wall.

My room was a second rate hotel room in a run-down building. Nobody lived here anymore except me and the boys. If you were to walk by, you probably would wonder when this place would be torn down. Yes, there were rats. Yes, there were cockroaches. Yes, there was every single type of damned insect and rodent ever to come across this god-forsaken piece of shit. But it wouldn't be torn down. No, never torn down. I owned it, after all.

My mind wandered back to the picture on the door. I spat on the part that was Koga trying to make a basket. His equally annoying as hell best friend, Inuyasha, was getting ready to jump up and knock down the ball. The other-Mikiro, Mikuro, Mi something- was smiling in the background. Gods, how I hated that lecherous smile, that same one that stole MY Sango from me.

Flashback to the First day of Ninth Grade-

I was walking to school to go to the same grade that I had been repeating with my friends for the past two years. I began thinking that I should just drop this fucked up school and go work at Naraku's step-father's second cousin's niece's boy-friend's best friend's garage. At least then I would be working for someone closer to my age then having to answer to some stupid, wrinkled, post menopausal-inflicted, women old enough to be my great-grandmas.

I was shocked out of my thoughts when some bastard ran into me. I snarled and looked to see who it was. My mistake; it was Sango.

I could feel myself getting hotter. Damn, that bitch was hot. I always had a thing for her, but she always had an excuse to run away from my attempts. My anger started to spike at thinking about her and her stupid roommate, Kikyo. Kikyo was always within calling distance of Sango. Kikyo always had some plans that conflicted with me attempts at asking Sango out. Kikyo, Kikyo, Kikyo!

I wanted to strangle the bitch, just wrap my hands around her soft, milky white neck and squeeze the life out of her! The only thing stopping me was Naraku. One of these days, though, Naraku would be distracted and the bitch would be alone. Then…

I looked at Sango again. It took me a moment to see that she was alone. Wait a minute, she's ALONE!

The fates seemed to be smiling on me today. I walked over to her. Just a little more, just a little more…but then HE had to go and PURPOSEDLY trip and FALL!

There went my only chance. When I got to school, I stalked someone and used them to take out my anger. Damn Naraku. Damn Kikyo. DAMNED MIROKU!

End flashback-

One of these days, I swore I would get my revenge. One of these days.

Pulling the darts out of the wall, I walked back over to the mattress. There was nothing else to do, and so I started to throw my darts again.

While throwing them, I remembered that I really needed to get my older brother to get another picture of them. The one that was hanging up was becoming less and less distinguishable. By now Koga's head was ripped to shreds as well as his lower region. Inuyasha was no better. Miroku, however…all that was left of him was his fancy hair.

Oh, how I wanted his hair. Then I would be able to get Sango. Not just Sango, but any girl I wanted! All the girls would flock to me, lining the pothole-filled street that I lived on.

The door opened right as I threw the last dart. I smirked as my brother dodged the missile.

"Jeez. Can you get anymore damned dangerous? You almost took my eye out!" he growled out.

I shrugged. "Your loss, my gain." I closed my eyes against the light that poured in when my brother had opened the door.

"Yeah, yeah. Get your ass up. It's time to go." He turned heel and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

I let out a snort of laughter. My brother was always the one to lose his temper. Even if he WAS the better looking of us both, what with his long, silky hair…I curbed my jealousy, lest he find out and order his goons to do me away.

Grabbing my weapon of choice, a knife on the floor next to my 'bed', I heaved myself up and shuffled out the door, preparing for another night of pain and bloodshed.

Inuyasha POV-

After greeting Mrs. Wolf and introducing Rin, we made our way down to the basement. I heard Rin gasp as Koga's 'studio' was revealed. Funny, it was the same response I had made.

Koga's basement was completely re-done as soon as he had moved here. His mother hadn't cared, as long as he didn't completely ruin the house or used any of her money. Recording gear in one corner, instruments in the opposite, music, records and the like strewn about like a rats den. An actual stage, purchased just a few months ago, was in the corner opposite the recording gear for better sound. He had also recently purchased surround-sound speakers from the local store for a good deal. Koga was always one for bargaining; he was better than the girls when it came to hunting down cheap prices. I felt really bad for him. Because of his knack for sniffing out deals, the girls always took him with them when they migrated to the local mall.

"Are you just gonna stand there and gape, or do you actually want to play?" Koga asked a wide-eyed, open mouthed Rin.

"How'd you get all this?" Rin set her pack down as the others and I began to set up the drum set.

"Any money he gets," I started to explain, "goes out the door to a musical instrument, something for one of his laptops," I nodded at the three small computers over by the recording set, "or to actual music to play." I felt a glare on the back of my neck and quickly changed tactics. "Excuse me, any money that he gets that isn't already reserved for his lovely Kikyo." I dodged a few pencils and notebooks until Kikyo told Koga to stop. "Listen to your girlfriend, Koga. It's a miracle she's still with you."

I seemed to hit a sore spot with Kikyo, because she began to chase me around claiming that she would have my hide and make it into a fur coat. How she came up with that, I'll never know.

"Come on, guys, that's enough," Kagome scolded us.

I turned to give Sango a hand with her keyboard, as Miroku was still fiddling with the cymbals. I smiled as I heard his trademark curses and insults to the equipment. I never knew any person to have such a…broad vocabulary.

Finally getting Sango situated, I pulled out my black guitar as Koga pulled out his midnight blue bass. Koga's was a really old electric bass that he had ever since he could remember. It was the kind that had a glittery background, and it, truthfully, made me sick.

Mine, however, was pure black. Well, where you could actually see it. I had only had my guitar for little over a year, and already I was running out of space. Stuck on my guitar was every sort of bumper sticker, printed out picture and window clings that I was able to get my hands on in the past six months. Because of that, it was quickly becoming known as 'the Billboard' for reasons that my friends refuse to indulge.

Kagome and Kikyo wandered back to the recording zone. It used to be that any of us could go back there, but ever since I allowed a virus onto one of the computers some twelve or so weeks ago, only Kagome, Kikyo and Koga were allowed back there. I found that really unfair. I mean, is it my fault that any computer within two feet of me crashes?

I heard Rin open her guitar case, and snuck a glance. She brought out a blood red six string electric guitar in mint condition. I let out a low whistle. It had to have been pretty old, and in that condition, taken care of with loving care.

"Hey, Rin," Koga called from where he stood on the stage. Sango stood opposite him, and Miroku was already twirling his drumsticks from where he sat. I jumped onto the stage and began to plug in my guitar. Kagome and Kikyo followed me, adjusting the microphones. "Can you play this?"

Rin walked over and looked at the noted written on Koga's notepad.

I could see her doing the same thing I did when I got a new piece when I looked at her fingers. We both pretended to play our guitars. Coincidence? I think so.

The song was a familiar one that all of us had written. Actually, us guys plus Sango had started the melody, and Koga wrote the rest. I came up with the lyrics one day in the middle of a test, in Language Arts, and I jumped up and screamed 'I GOT IT!'. That landed me into a week's worth of detention.

"Yup, I think," Rin said.

"Okay, do you wanna try it out? Just concentrate on playing." Sango glared at Koga, then said "Only the guys sing this one."

"Why?"

"'Cause we're special, that's why!" Miroku said with a laugh, straightening from leaning on the snare.

"Seriously?" Rin gave him a disbelieving look.

"No, but you'll see" With that, everyone scrambled into position.

And then, we played.

End Chapter
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