A/N - Ok so you know, I HATE AUTHOR'S NOTES. This is hopefully the only one that I will have for you. Ok, the reason I'm doing this is to tell you that this story has little, if anything, to do with the original story line created by Rumiko Takahashi. I started writhing this some time last year, shortly after I finished watching the end of the series, Japanese version, and stopped after writing chapter one. So there might be some discrepancies in the style of my writing form this chapter to the next. This is my own little twisted world, there will be cursing, drugs, alcohol, and possibly scenes sexual or of violent sexual nature. This will be your only warning, but, if I do have a scene of sexual nature that is not permitted on this site I will give you the address at the end of the proceeding chapter. Also please excuse any grammatic, permutational, or spelling errors; I don't have anyone to read it over and check for that.

Disclaimer - I don't own Inuyasha, if I did this would be on television and not the internet. The anime and Manga was created and is owned by Rumiko Takahashi, the English dub belongs to Funimation. I do own Kojuro and his friends don't steal them. Also so you know this is only going to appear in this chapter but it applies to all proceeding chapters of this story.

Chapter 1

An Average Morning

She drove down the freeway fuming silently. 'How dare he think that I would stoop so low as to sell myself. I'm not one of those dirty whores; I do have some self-respect left! I wouldn't want to soil myself with his filthy hands. Disgusting pig.' Her thoughts followed those lines throughout the duration of her ride home. At some point in her drive she noticed that she was running several minutes behind schedule, she was going to have to hurry so that she could wake her son up and keep him from being late for school.

She hated running late; there was never enough time in the day for her to be late, she was scheduled down to her last minute. This was, of course, because she had two full-time jobs, one on either side of town. She might have been able to get by with only one but then she wouldn't be able to save up enough for he son's college fund, he was going whether he wanted to or not. She hadn't even finished high school; she was forced to drop out when she got pregnant, she had wanted to get into a university and become a doctor, but that dream came crashing down when that test read positive.

She pulled into the driveway of her trailer park home, it was shall, but it kept a roof over her and her son's head. Shutting off the car and walking it the door she couldn't help but to smile as she noticed her fat cat Buyo was lying out in the middle of her flower bed. He may have been an old cat, 20 years to be exact, but he didn't act it. He had been her pt since her mother gave him to her on her eleventh birthday. She had been so thrilled then to have a pet that she spoiled him rotten, resulting in his current obesity.

Unlocking the door and entering, she walked down the short hallway to the first door knocking to see if her son had already woken up. Getting no reply she double checked the time, seeing if she would have time to change before he needed to be woken up, she didn't like him seeing her in her work clothes, it always upset him when he was reminded of what his mother did for a living. Finding that she was still slightly behind schedule she opened the door to her son's room and walked over to his bed.

His room was truly him, the walls were concealed behind posters of his favorite bands, his guitar and amplifier stowed in the corner of his room next to the window, and his carpet covered with a large area rug with his face on it; Kojuro's favorite singer and guitarist, Inuyasha. She leaned over her son placing her hand on his shoulder and shaking him slightly as she called out to him quietly. "Kojuro, wake up sweetheart, you're gonna' be late for school if you don't get up."

He groaned as he slowly reentered the waking world, he sleep slurred voice came through the bed sheets. "Do I have ta' go ta'day Mama? I don't wanna' get up." He proceeded to pull the covers up over his head.

She gave a slight smile at his antics that quickly disappeared from her features, "I'm sorry baby but you have to go to school, that is unless you want to live in a hole like this your entire life."

Yawning to him self he sat up, "I never said that I minded living the way we do now." He noticed her slight frown, "I'm with you so who cares what kind of house we are in, so long as we're together."

A rare but true smile broke its way onto her face, making her look several years younger. "That is possibly the sweetest thing I've ever heard." She kissed his forehead softly, and her smile vanished, "But you still have to go to school."

He pouted, "Fine. But only because you want me to Oka-chan." He then noticed what she was wearing and frowned, her half top and open sided faux leather pants reminding him of his mother's occupation once again. It wasn't that he was ashamed of her, he just hated that she was reduced to it. She was a smart woman, of this he was sure, and she didn't deserve to be treated the way she was there. All the playfulness drained from his voice,"I must really be late then, you didn't even have time to change."

She frowned slightly at his mood swing, "Just a little bit. Why don't ou go hop in the shower while I make us some breakfast?" He nodded in accent, and walked across the hall to the bathroom.

Leaving his room she walked to the end of the hall and into her room to change. Grabbing a loose blouse and a pair of dress pants she slipped out of her clothes and into the set she had just pulled out. Walking to her full length mirror she checked her appearance. Deep brown eyed stared back at her, watching as she pulled her waist length wavy black hair into a neat bun on top of her head. She started humming to herself, it was a slightly melancholy melody and for the life of her she couldn't remember where she had heard it, or what the words were, but it always raised her spirits.

Satisfied with her appearance she headed back down the hall and into the kitchen where she started fixing her son's favorite, strawberry pancakes, She felt slightly guilty for not changing before waking her son, so she decided this treat would make up for it; that and changing her clothes while he was in the shower. She heard the water stop running as she started cooking, and by the time her son entered the kitchen she had a decent sized plate of pancakes ready for him. She smiled a small smile as she placed the plate in front of him, "You'd better eat quickly if you ant to get to school on time."

He thanked her and replied, "Who said I wanted to get to school on time? I would be fine with being late for one." None the less he started shoveling the pancakes into his mouth. She sat down opposite him and glanced again to the clock. "Did you want to drive yourself to school today?"

He eyed his mother suspiciously. She had never yet let him drive through the more densely populated streets, but who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Seriously?" She nodded, as a smile broke out across his face. "That would be awesome. But if you don't mind me asking, why?"

"Well you have been doing a lit better with it so i figured that this was the next step." She regarded him for a moment, "That is unless you don't think you can handle it."

"Of course I can handle it." He said almost too quickly, almost spraying his mother with the mound of pancake he had shoved into his mouth. Regaining his composure hs added, "I believe that you have given me enough instruction and practice that it won't be a problem."

She laughed lightly at him; 'He is so much like his father.' She chided herself; 'It doesn't do me any good to compare him to his father, besides they don't even look alike. Granted they have the same facial structure and act a lit alike, but that is where their resemblance ends; at least during the daylight hours.' Kojuro's violet eyes and waist length black hair were in stark contrast to any inu youkai, they all have white hair and golden eyes. 'Though at night you can hardly tell the two apart, except their ears, they, at least, are different.' She stopped that line of thought where it was, it would only lead her back to the tears she had faced for years after it happened. "Good then you best hurry up with your breakfast so we can get going. I don't want to be late for work."

"Why do you have to work two jobs anyway? We could make do with one each; I just got that job at Wac Donalds. I could give you most of my check to help with the bills." He hoped she would go for it he didn't like her working so hard, it wasn't healthy, and he hated where she had to work, it degraded her far more than any good person deserved.

She shook her head slightly in exasperation, "I told you honey, I need to save money for you to go to college." She held up her hand to forestall his objection, "I know that you think that you don't want to go, but perhaps that will change in the next couple of years. Have you even liked at the course schedule or the degrees they offer? You might see something that you want to go for."

He thought for a moment, considering a tactic that he had not yet used in all the times they had gotten into this discussion. "So if I look through their catalog, dee nothing that even remotely interests me, then what?"

She eyed him to see if he was trying to pull something, "Well, if you look through it and can tell me honestly that nothing in it interests you, then, I guess I will give you idea honest consideration."

A smile broke across his face. "Alright; this weekend we can go down to the college and get the catalog, right?"

"Sure." She smiled secretively to herself. She knew of at least three classes and a degree that would interest him; vocational arts 101, guitar 215, amplifiers 221, and the associates degree of fine arts in music. He had made it too easy this time around; she didn't even need to raise her voice or pull the "because I say so" line on him.

They finished their breakfast shortly there after; rinsing their dishes they left the house locking the door behind them. As they approached the car Kagome handed her son the keys smiling softly at him.

A/N - I know I said that I don't like these but this is something that my sister brought up about Kagome's clothes and her not changing at work. I had a friend that worked in a place like that and she told me about how the girls in back aren't all that nice, to put it lightly. She told about how one woman she worked with who hit another woman with her high heal hard enough to crack her skull. So it is gust my guess that she would avoid the changing rooms.