A/N- Be happy, I got onto my sister's computer and put this through Microsoft Word to fix all my spelling and grammar errors. I did it to chapter 1 also if you wanted to go back and read it without the mistakes.

Chapter 2

A Day in School

He had a feeling that today would be an excellent day from the moment that he had finally gotten his mother to agree to give him a choice in his schooling. It had gotten better and better until lunch period, when he had to deal with that rich bastard Inutashio. He didn't even go to the school; just came down to see some of his friends and be an ass to the other students. He was the coldest son of a bitch Kojuro had ever had the displeasure of meeting; it was hard to believe that he was "The Hayou's" son, even if they were almost identical, but he was most defiantly his mother's son.

She was the coldest woman Kojuro had ever seen. She acted as though she couldn't feel anything but anger, loathing, and sadistic humor. Though he had never met the woman he was sure that she was a horrible person and he wondered what "The Hayou" saw in her.

Kojuro's best friend, bass player in his band, saw Kojuro watching as the stoic teen pushed a freshmen into the trash bin he and his friends were walking past. "He's such an ass; I don't know why the teachers let him onto campus." Allen looked directly into Kojuro's violet eyes. "I know what you're thinking. But, before you do anything, think of the repercussions. If you get expelled then your mom will forbid you to go out tonight, and Demonic will loose all its credibility and never get another gig."

Kojuro looked at his friend incredulously. "I know that the band means a lot to you, and me as well, but some things are bigger than that. I would, not only, be unable to go out tonight but I would have to go into that stupid private school and mom would have to get more overtime and never get any sleep. Then I would have to get more time at my job so that she might get some sleep and then I wouldn't have any time to be in the band period."

Allen paled slightly and grabbed Kojuro's arm, "You wouldn't do that. The band is your life."

"No, the band is your life. No matter how much I want to put it first; I can't." Kojuro sighed in exasperation. He knew that Allen was probably just being dramatic, but he wasn't in the mood for his antics.

Allen shook his head sadly, "I know I'm just hoping that someday you will change your mind and put us first."

Kojuro rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He and Allen continued on their way over to their usual table where the other friend Scott, who was also the band's drummer, was waiting for them.

"Dude, did you see what that mother fucker was doing to that freshmen? I mean really, I can see how they might need to be put in their place, but slamming their head in their own locker... That just doesn't seem right." Scott said as Kojuro and Allen took seats across the table from him.

"No we didn't see it, we only saw him trash can a guy. Wish I had seen though." Allen looked slightly depressed for a moment. "If I had than I might have been able to convince the kid to go to the principal about it. Maybe if there was a complaint against him they would do something about him."

Kojuro looked back at the white haired teen surrounded by a group of seniors, "They wouldn't do anything. He would buy them off or something; might just convince them that you were the one who hit him and get you expelled." He turned back to his group of friends.

Allen sighed, "You're probably right. Actually, thinking about it, it may have been tried before. Do you guys remember Thomas Burgess?"

"Dude, you think Thomas would have the guts to do something like that? Never happen." Scott looked a bit taken aback.

"Seriously, Thomas… He wouldn't even stand up for himself when we poked fun at him; and you think that he would go up against the ass hole of the year?" Kojuro agreed. It wasn't as though they were mean, but they liked to have their fun some times. He had been one of the lucky freshmen in his year, his friends were already sophomores when he got there, and he just joined right into their little click. "Besides, he didn't get expelled. He moved to Utah, or some where like that."

Allen sighed, "Fine just spoil all my fun. See if I entertain your next ridicules thoughts."

The rest of the school day passed without anything major happening. Leaving his last class Kojuro couldn't shake the feeling that he was for getting something, it seemed to be just out of reach in the recesses of his mind. He shook it off; if he couldn't remember then it obviously wasn't important. Meeting up with his friends they walked down to the student parking lot, heading for Allen's 'right me up red' mustang. He always did like his things to be flashy, hell his guitar was the exact same color. But looks were deceiving, this car wasn't the cherry it posed as, it was a piece of shit with a nice paint job.

Half way through the parking lot the three were almost knocked over as a sleek black convertible came barreling through the parking lot, cutting across their path. The ass hole was back on their campus. The car pulled up in front of the 'popular', and the top folded back as the students began talking.

"What's his problem? Is he trying to kill someone; or is he just an idiot?" Allen asked in a dry tone.

"No, he just doesn't see us as anything worth notice. You know how those rich bitches are. 'If you don't have money you are no one.'" Scott replied in an equally dry tone glaring at the 'populars'. "I'm sure they take classes for it."

Kojuro, the usual calm member of the group felt his blood boil. How dare he! He nearly sideswipes them then goes to chat with his friends as though it didn't happen. This wasn't even the first time he had seen it happen, though it was the first time he had been the victim. This ends now.

"Kojuro, where ar' you goin'?"

"Dude what's up?"

He hadn't even realized that he had started towards the black convertible. "This ends. He has no regard for others. He needs to realize that there are consequences to his actions. Maybe nobody else is willing to stand up to him, but I'm not going to let him treat me like I'm a piece of trash that he can just toss aside." He didn't know what he was going to say when he got there or even if his friends would allow him to make it over to the car, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that that ass hole got what he deserved.

Allen and Scott looked at each other baffled. This was so unlike the Kojuro they knew. He didn't go picking fights in the school parking lot, he always just let things slide. He was a mama's boy; she didn't want him fighting, so he didn't. And yet here he was, walking over to the millionaire's son ready to bash his skull in.

Allen snapped out of his stupor, "We have ta' stop him."

"Or at least back him up." Scott amended. "He doesn't know how those dudes operate. You don't fight just one of them, you fight all of them. Besides," he added, "He's right, it's time this ended." Kojuro was half way across the parking lot when they caught up with him. "Dude, we're with ya'."

Kojuro gave them a nod in appreciation, to pissed off to reply, if he did he felt that his anger would die out before he made it to the car. As they got close enough he interrupted their 'pointless' conversation, "Hey Ass hole."

The group of teens turned their heads in unison towards the approaching group. "Look," a female of the group commented, "The social rejects think their important enough to speak in our presents."

Kojuro took his eyes off the white haired teen and turned to the girl who had spoken. She was on the cheerleading squad, just another blond haired blue eyed bimbo. When he was a freshmen that was the kind of girl he thought he wanted, till he realized how shallow they almost stereotactically were. "Mind your own business barbie." His tone was cold, "I'm not here to try and weasel my way into your little group. Nor am I here to be all 'fan boy' over you. I'm here to talk to the Dipshit that almost ran me and my friends over."

Inutashio took no note of the indignant look on 'barbie's' face. "And? What of it?" By his tone it was obvious that he couldn't care less about what Kojuro was going to say, that he was just humoring him so that he would go away faster.

"I just wanted to know if you knew that attempted murder is illegal." He was fuming; the cold shoulder he was receiving wasn't helping to alleviate his anger. If anything, it was fueling it.

Inutashio raised an eyebrow, "I didn't try to kill you."

"You nearly fucking ran me and my friends over!" His raised voice was gaining the attention of the students that hadn't yet left school grounds, and they began walking towards the odd assortment of teens.

"If anything it was reckless endangerment," He commented calmly, "A slap on the wrist and a fine; nothing to be worried about."

"This isn't the first time you've done this; you do it almost every day. I'm tired of it, I'm tired of you. Take your fancy new car your daddy bought you; and get the hell outa' my school."

"And, if I refuse?"

"Then get out of you death trap and make me back off."

"Oh? You want to fight me? You think you can win in a fight with me?" He gave a hallow laugh.

"Why don't you get out of the car so we can find out? Or, are you to chicken?" Several of the students now grouped around them to watch the show gasped in shock, no one called Inutashio a coward, it just wasn't done! But this loner just through the social rule book straight out the window.

Kojuro gave him a condescending smirk. The look on Inutashio's face was priceless to him, the mixture of baffled anger and indignation; it was enough to convince Kojuro that this was worth what ever pain was going to be inflicted on him. Allen and Scott took their places flanking him, and nodded in agreement, showing their support.

Inutashio glared at the black haired boy in front of him. "Would you be so tough without your friends with you? What do you expect me to go up against all three of you? I can, but, from your moral standing I don't see how that works; three on one, how very noble of you." It was the most emotion Kojuro had ever seen from the white haired teen, he was shocked he didn't keel over and die on the spot from an overload.

"They won't fight you, just your friends if they decide to get involved, not that they would, might ruin their hair you know. This is just between you and me." Kojuro knew he was trying to make him lose face in the eyes of his peers, but that didn't mean he was going to let him. Besides, he didn't care what they thought of him. Only his friends mattered, and they stood at his sides.

Inutashio didn't bother with the door, he jump over the side of the car on to the asphalt. He's right about one thing, this ends here. I'll show them, there's a reason no one stands up to me.

A/N - Wow that's the most talking I've ever done in one chapter, amazing. I know it sucked and they didn't stay in character but... Wow. Oh, one more thing, I don't think that I mentioned that demons aren't widely known about. The only people who know are those who have been told by their demon or hayou friends/lover/watever and those of great spiritual power, who can feel them even if they don't know what it is that they are feeling.