A/N (Super Ceech) Gah! It's finally here. Sorry for the long wait, guys. This chapter did NOT cooperate. Well, it did, at parts. The beginning was definitely on my side. And then the middle decided to turn on me. I manage to wrestle back control a little further on and well...I think the fic will speak for itself. Thank you to HatakeHitomi for giving me the reminder that I really should write this theme. Everyone else, enjoy!
Kagome was a punk.
She was a real rebel. She had some problems in her life, but no one knew any other side of her than her fast-talking, quick-quipping, sweetly sarcastic rebellious one. She pulled ingenious pranks on the school all throughout the year. She always gave the teachers lip. She stuck it to the man. No one talked back to her unless they wanted to get a verbal thrashing. She wasn't the most popular or most liked person at the school, but no one messed with her. She was the baddest punk Shikon High had ever seen.
...Or else, she would have been if she weren't still in character.
Kagome Higurashi actually had no problems in her life and the personality she showed everyone was the only one she had. She was a kind-hearted, sincere girl who wasn't the smartest or the stupidest, but did her best and was happy for it. She would occasionally raise her hand to answer a teacher's question, but was always polite and respectful. Everyone loved talking to her because she was so nice and had such a sunny personality. If she could help you in any way, she would, and that's a fact.
Now, she was a punk. And a cutter. But she only cut herself because her life was so deliriously happy, she felt she needed something to be going wrong in it. If fate wouldn't deliver her unfair circumstances, she would just have to help it out.
As for being punk, she simply liked the style. And black was her favourite colour. The colour black represented all of the colours of light being absorbed and uniting peacefully with one another and the thought that that could represent all of the human race just tickled her pink! Now, there was another reason she was punk but that was due to a secret no one else but she herself knew about. But we won't get into that right now. The marvellous plot that lies before you mustn't be ruined at the very beginning!
Now, our story starts, as you may have guessed, at a school called Shikon High. There were fifty gajillion other high schools by that same name in the nearby fandom, but we're concentrating on this unique one today.
The school was split up into various stereotypical social groups, as only fictional high schools can be. As it were, only three categories were defined: Preps, Punks and...Assorted. Those of the Assorted group were a minority and for the most part, completely ignored. Preps and Punks, however, were known to be mortal enemies and easily took up 7/8 of the school's population. There happened to be many more Preps than Punks, though, so that the Preps could arrogantly rule the school as a part their birthright, and Punks could feel angry and oppressed as a part of theirs.
As poignantly stated above, this Shikon High was different than others. This was due to mysterious deaths that kept occurring within the school grounds, and even during school time without any show of slowing down the school's activities whatsoever – because that's just the kind of upstanding police force they had in that city! These deaths didn't happen often enough to instill some healthy fear or caution into the students' hearts, only to alert them to some vague disturbance in their fabulous high school lives.
In any case, we're going to cut that train of thought short and tactfully jump to a new topic because this author knows how to subtly foreshadow.
So. As was implied above, Kagome the punk attended this mysterious school of Shikon High. She was in grade ten and feeling pretty good about it. She had some really interesting courses and her half-cheerful half-angsty gothic best buddy Sango was taking a few of them with her. Nothing seemed too changed from last year and for the sake of variety, Kagome was almost sad to think nothing would change (I emphasize almost here because aside from her cutting, Kagome couldn't be happier with her life!).
That was, until the day he came.
He revolutionized everything at Shikon High from the moment he walked through its main double doors. He made all the girls swoon and his amazingly high grades made all the teachers love him. He was extraordinarily charismatic and whenever he walked down the halls of Shikon High, there wasn't a head that wasn't turned in his direction.
But enough about Lennard. He's not one of the main characters of this story.
As it so happened, another new young "gentleman" came to the school that September. His name was Inuyasha and he was beyond a doubt a prep. But like Kagome, he didn't let his social status intrude upon his personality. He was rebellious, rude and completely devoid of manners or social tact. His grades were mediocre and he only wore his sweater vest and slacks outfit everyday because his brother wrestled him into it. But make no mistake – he was a prep through and through.
To prove this, the very second day Inuyasha arrived at Shikon High, a plethora of cheerleaders followed him around and he classically picked the head one to be his girlfriend. Guess who it was? Come on, you'll never get it! Kikyo??? How could you ever have guessed? I thought I was being so original and clever! This is like the worst day ever! I hate life! I hate preps!
Suddenly, down a dark corridor, a first place trophy for football came crashing down from a top shelf straight onto some poor sucker – I mean, stupid prep – I mean, trend-follower's head, killing them instantly.
Ahem...ANYways...so yeah... Inuyasha started dating Kikyo. AND LET ME SAY A FEW THINGS ABOUT KIKYO. She always wore a really really really short miniskirt and skimpy little tops that hardly concealed anything and hooker boots and pounds of make-up, including eye-liner and eyeshadow and bright pink lipstick and way too much blush and and and...any other make-up she could think of! Oh, and she slept around a lot so no one liked her because she was a hateful hateful being...but she was so totally fantabulously popular that everyone wanted to be her!
A tall boy fetching things from his locker briefly rubbed his fingers to his temples as the author's self-contradictions started to give him a headache. Suddenly he glared up into space. "I, Sesshoumaru, do not get headaches." With this, he shut his locker and briskly walked off in the opposite direction. A flying hole-punch nearly did him in, but he side-stepped it smoothly just in time.
Ah, Sesshoumaru. A few things must be said about this student. He was, as cameo-ed above, Inuyasha's older brother – the one who wrestled him into his prep-appropriate clothing every morning. He himself had been at Shikon High for his full high school career and was just now in his final year. He was the greatest prep the school had ever witnessed and had more fanclubs in his honour than all the other jocks in the school combined.
Whether or not it was related to his high and respected status, Sesshoumaru ran into many more lethal "accidents" than anyone else. It seemed the perpetrator of the mystery killings at the school had their sights set on the lead prep. It was just such a shame that the great Sesshoumaru was always one step ahead of these...mishaps. He had never gained so much as a scratch and the incidences seemed to have gradually increased in frequency. But now that he had successfully dodged the now-harmless hole-punch, Sesshoumaru decided to heed a summons he had received from the vice-principal.
When he arrived at the office, the said vice-principal was waiting for him, a silent brown-haired girl at his side. "Ah, Sesshoumaru, good. Well, as you're the most responsible student at this school, I've decided that you have to be the one to show our new student around for the next few weeks until she gets acquainted with everything here. She's a Japanese exchange student and doesn't speak a word of English. I didn't know who else to turn to, frankly!" the man laughed heartily.
Sesshoumaru stared blankly back at him. "I don't speak a word of Japanese, sir."
The vice-principal shot him a puzzled look. "Are you sure? I could have sworn..." When Sesshoumaru shook his head, he continued, "Ah, well! Like I said, I don't know anyone else who might be able to speak it! Go on, I'm sure you two will figure something out. Uhhh...Rin?" At the sound of her name, the girl lifted her head and looked questioningly at the man. He began making wild gestures to indicate that she should follow "Sesshoumaru. Seeessshooouuumaaaruuu."
Rin kept gazing back at the older man in confusion, but as soon as she caught sight of Sesshoumaru, her eyes lit up. "KAAWAAII–II! Neko-chan!"
Sesshoumaru blinked at her then turned on his heel, intending to head for his next class. He could hear Rin fall into step behind him, slightly off to his left. Then she continued to babble at him in the language he couldn't understand. "Watashi wa denwa bango desu ka!"
"Your mother must be proud," Sesshoumaru said dryly as he continued on his way, not having understood anything she'd said, and not really caring either.
On his way, he happened to pass two arguing people in the hall.
"Yes, I DO have a point in this story! I swear on my life, my precious Sango!" the boy ranted. He wore baggy black cargo pants and a tight purple t-shirt. One had difficulty distinguishing whether he was a punk or prep.
"Well, Miroku, I'm having a hard time seeing what it is," the girl said in irritation. "And until you figure it and your social status out, I can't hook up with you! So stop calling me your precious Sango, you pervert!" And with that, she delivered a mighty slap on his cheek.
Miroku was speechless for a moment before he saw a miscellaneous boy with long white hair saunter pass. "Wait!" he cried. Quick as lightening, he reached out and grabbed the boy by the arm, causing him to stop. "I'll be this guy's bestest pal! I'm sure HE has a point and through our affiliation, I'll have one too!"
Sango looked at the white-haired boy in shock and horror. "Miroku...!" she said in a scandalized voice. "That's a...that's a...that's a PREP!"
Miroku gave the boy a once over. "Er...so he is..."
"If you're his friend, you've automatically made yourself a prep too!" Sango continued. "And I am clearly in the punk category. You know punks and preps can never co-mingle, much less...date. What were you thinking?" she finished by screeching.
Miroku stood gaping at her for a moment before the boy beside him snatched his arm out of his grasp. "Can I go now?" he asked irritably.
With a huff, Sango spun on her heel and stalked off. "Sango, wait!" Miroku tried calling after her, but was stopped by the white-haired boy.
"Jeez, what's your problem, anyway?"
Miroku turned back to his new companion, sighing and shaking his head. "Ah, nothing. Want me to be your token nondescript best friend? The name's Miroku," he said, sticking out a hand.
"Er...sure, I guess," the boy replied, taking his hand and shaking it. "Inuyasha."
"Good then. Shall we mosey on to class then?" Miroku said genially, taking the initiative and walking off.
"Who the hell says 'mosey'?" Inuyasha wondered before running to catch up to his newfound friend.
As it just so happened, the two boys had the exact same class that period. In fact, they had the same class as each other every period. God/the author was just that kind.
Once everyone had been seated and the bell rung, the teacher started handing back assignments they had submitted a few days earlier. When his name was called, Inuyasha went up to the front to receive his paper.
"Here you go, Inuyasha. You really seem to be improving in comparison with the marks your previous school sent over. You received an A on this assignment. Well done," the teacher congratulated with a smile.
"Bullshit..." Inuyasha muttered under his breath.
"What was that, Inuyasha?" the teacher asked, a hard gleam coming into her eyes.
"I said this is bullshit!" Inuyasha said loudly, glaring back defiantly.
"I will not tolerate that kind of language, young man. And you got an A! What more do you want?"
"How about some goddamn respect?" Inuyasha shouted, slamming his palm down on the table.
Just as the teacher was about to respond, the door of the classroom burst open and a raven-haired girl dashed in. "Oh! I'm sorry I'm late, Ms. Hikaru. No matter how hard I try to make it to class on time, my punkitude cuts in and I simply can't!"
The teacher sighed, her attention diverted from Inuyasha who stormed back to his desk. "That's alright, Miss Higurashi. Just come receive your paper and then sit down so we don't waste anymore class time."
Back at Inuyasha and Miroku's desks, Inuyasha was still sputtering in indignation. "An A?! This is perposter...prepos...preeposter... Ridiculous!"
Miroku eyed his best friend speculatively before looking away, muttering, "From that alone, it's obvious that this class isn't English..."
"Ms. Hikaru!" the late girl's voice rang out in dismay. "My desk has mysteriously disappeared from yesterday to today! Where will I sit?"
Ms. Hikaru's eyes narrowed in on the white and black-haired boys sitting innocently in the back. "Miroku!" she barked. "Move so Kagome here can have your seat."
Miroku gaped at her. "Bu-but where will I sit then?"
The teacher glared at him. "You've obviously taken up too much time in this story. Stop fooling yourself into thinking you have a point around here. Now go home so I don't have to deal with you anymore."
Head hung, Miroku shuffled dejectedly out of the classroom.
"Damn...there goes our comic relief..." Inuyasha muttered as Kagome sat down next to him, flashing him a smile. He glared back. She ignored it.
"Hi!" she greeted him brightly. "My name's Kagome. What's yours?"
"Keh! Inuyasha. Haven't you noticed we've had this class together since the beginning of school?" he asked rudely.
"Oh, wow! Sorry, it's in the punk code to ignore preps until they're right in your face. I mean, you can insult them from a bit of a distance, but I'm not really into that so I just stick to the ignoring thing...gets me in less trouble with my kind." All throughout her speech, Kagome kept smiling brightly at him.
"Uhhh...speaking of which, why exactly are you talking to me?" Inuyasha asked pointedly with a raised eyebrow. "Remember the prep punk invisible barrier thing?"
"Oh!" Kagome exclaimed, eyes widening. "That's right! Sango won't be very happy with me... But I'm sure it'll be alright if we just talk about school related matters, don't you think? And it'll just be for today, 'kay?"
Inuyasha scoffed. "What, you think I need your help when it comes to school? Just shove off, wench!"
Kagome's smile turned into a scowl. "Why you! I don't need you insulting me! I was going to warn you about who not to mess with in the school in order to keep you out of trouble, but you can forget it now! You're on your own if you run into Naraku somewhere!"
Against his will and desire to push this usually friendly girl away, Inuyasha's interest was peaked. After a few moments of internal struggle, he finally muttered, "Who's Naraku?"
Kagome had her own struggle, but in the end couldn't resist such a direct question. Leaning over, she whispered, "He's...well, he's somewhat of the school's hippie..."
Nothing could have confused Inuyasha more. "Somewhat? And how can a hippie be trouble?"
Before Kagome could respond, the classroom door burst open once again to reveal a boy wearing baggy torn jeans and a shirt that said "Love Thy Neighbour." His long black hair had hemp braided throughout it and various necklaces sporting peace symbols hung loosely from his neck. He ran into the classroom and leapt onto the teacher's desk, hurling earth awareness literature at the students.
"Love the Earth, dammit!" he screamed furiously at them. He suddenly caught sight of a jock playing with a rabbit's foot keychain in the front row of desks. Obviously deciding the boy was the perfect target to let out his fury, the violent neo-hippie whipped out a knife and lunged at the unsuspecting student. Stabbing wildly at the jock while the other boy tried to dodge, he shouted, "Eating meat is wrong! Fight war not wars! Don't fight, fuck! Why. Can't. We. All. Just. Get. ALONG?" His last few words were punctuated by a violent thrust at the jock who received a deep wound in his defending arm. Screaming bloody murder, the jock ran out of the room in terror.
The teacher sighed. "Naraku, kindly take a seat, please," she drawled. Naraku nodded, handing her his tardy slip and then sitting down in the now empty, blood spattered seat. He slumped down in it casually, leaning back in total ease.
Inuyasha gaped upon the scene. "Frikkin' psycho!" he muttered in disbelief.
"And that's Naraku!" Kagome told him matter-of-fact. "He has quite the reputation. Did you know that three cheerleaders were rushed to the hospital last week by having received pro-Earth pamphlet injuries?"
"Bu-bu-but that's not normal!" Inuyasha spluttered.
Kagome shrugged. "Well, neither is a friendly punk or a rebellious prep, but you better not tell the author that."
Inuyasha nodded mutely.
"Anyways, you probably haven't run into Naraku yet because of his hippie nature. He tends to skip most classes. I'm surprised he even showed up today," Kagome informed him, filling in the plot hole conveniently.
Suddenly the two characters realized they had forgotten to experience their lust at first sight. Inuyasha quickly made note of Kagome's lavish raven black hair, her sparkling chocolate "orbs" and perfect complexion. Then he eyed her heaving bosom and dangerously short skirt to make up for lost time.
Meanwhile, Kagome spied his long, irresistibly soft-looking silver mane of hair and his deep soulful golden amber eyes that she felt herself (gracefully) drowning in. And for such a situation as this, she tapped into her x-ray vision to view his chiselled pecs and washboard abs, drooling at the appropriate moments.
After coughing and indulging in copious amounts of obvious blushing, the two hormone-driven students managed to make it through the rest of their class without anymore mishaps. Angry at themselves for being attracted to one another over the clearly defined line of do-not-crossage between preps and punks, they marched on to their next class only to see they were both going in the same direction.
"And just where are you going, wench?" Inuyasha said disdainfully as they each tried to outpace the other.
"Family Studies," Kagome said proudly. "What about you?"
"Ugh...same. We better not have to sit together again, is all I'm sayin'."
True to his bad luck, when the two arrived at their next class, every seat was taken except one pair of empty desks...directly adjacent to one another. With a frustrated cry, Inuyasha collapsed in one of the seats, blushing like mad when Kagome also sat down, her thigh brushing against his.
Most of the class was pretty dull, until the teacher touched upon...a fun new partner project! The entire class groaned as the over-used concept of two people taking care of an egg as if it were their love child was dragged out of the closet once again. Now, Kagome was originally going to be paired up with a nice boy named Hojo, and Inuyasha with a bright-eyed girl named Eri, but the author was finally able to arm wrestle fate into shoving Inuyasha and Kagome together once again.
This project promised to be full of mishaps and frequent, accidental situations forcing Kagome and Inuyasha together in compromising and awkward ways, all ultimately leading to the blooming of the beautiful and powerful flower of their love.
This hope lasted exactly seven minutes at which point the bell rang and class was dismissed. On their way out the door, Inuyasha nonchalantly tossed the egg up into the air and watched it fall to its doom with a slight yawn.
Kagome gaped. "What'd ya do that for, you stupid prep?"
Inuyasha scoffed. "It was a lame project. Don't tell me you wanted to do it. Huh, Miss Punk?"
Kagome was torn between her true nature and her punk persona. "I–er...uh...well, I...! ...Hmph!" With that declaration, she spun on her heel and headed off to the cafeteria for lunch.
Despite this blatant move for separation, it wasn't long before the creative juices of the author got these two individuals to meet up again. Five minutes after Kagome left Inuyasha in the hall, she was stuck behind him in the lunch line to buy food.
"I swear, it's like someone is purposefully shoving us together today...this is just unnatural..." Kagome muttered bitterly as the author whistled innocently.
"Well, it sure as hell isn't me!" Inuyasha snapped. He turned around and shoved his face down to hers. "You think I'd want to get stuck this close to such a wench so much in one day?"
Kagome retaliated by shoving her face even closer to his. "Look who's talking, world-class jerk!"
At this point in time, their vocal cords were suspended as they finally noticed how close they really were and took this opportunity to get lost in each other's eyes. Everyone else took this opportunity to slink around them and take their place in line when neither of them moved.
Somehow their initial glaring contest deteriorated into love struck gazes and Inuyasha and Kagome, without a thought to share between them, felt themselves move even closer to each other...slowly...slowly...
"Inuyasha!" a voice barked harshly.
The guilty party spun around, red-faced, to see who had addressed the white-haired prep. Standing with hands on her hips and an army of girls behind her was a near Kagome-replica, if you didn't take into account their completely different clothing styles. This girl was dressed in a cheerleading outfit, complete with tight top and dangerously short miniskirt. Her hair was up in pigtails, her bangs straightened to perfection, and scads of make-up was spread across her face. Whether it was about the situation before her or what she was actually dressed in was unclear, but there was an air of intense dissatisfaction about the new arrival.
With a flat, monotone voice, she intoned, "Inuyasha...it is time."
Clearly confused, Inuyasha could only utter, "Huh? Kikyo?"
"Your life belongs to me," the girl stated cooly. "As your girlfriend, I command you to come with me..."
Inuyasha was starting to get nervous. Taking a step behind Kagome, he said, "Uh...where...exactly?"
Kikyo gaze shifted from her boyfriend to the punk in front of him. Kagome felt like she was slowly being frozen under her near clone's icy glare. "Leave this undignified punk, Inuyasha, and come with me. . .to our cafeteria table."
At this, Inuyasha relaxed and stepped out from behind his human shield. "Oh, well if that's all. From the way you were talking, it was like you were going to take me to hell with you or something!" He let out a brash laugh.
"All in good time...all in good time..." Kikyo muttered under her breath as she turned around. "As soon as I am able to find a way...hell would be much more desirable than spending another minute dressed like this!"
"Did you say something, Kikyo?" Inuyasha asked as he followed in her wake. Kikyo waved him off as her army of preps trounced along behind them.
Finding herself now quite alone, Kagome bought her lunch and went to her corner table to eat with Sango, as was the daily ritual. Just as she sat down, the cafeteria fell completely silent, everyone's fearful eyes cast cautiously towards the door. There stood Sesshoumaru, cold, imperious, and evermore preppy. Behind him stood Rin, who was decapitating a flower she had found growing in her gym locker.
Sesshoumaru fixed his eyes on Inuyasha. "Brother!" he called out. "Give me your pudding!"
"No!" Inuyasha protested vehemently as Sesshoumaru stalked by, swiping his pudding anyway. "Hey! Give that back!" Inuyasha sprung to his feet and was about to dash after his brother when a legion of girls formed a wall in front of him, half of them sighing dreamily at him, and half at his brother. With a frustrated grunt, Inuyasha slumped back in his seat.
On the other side of the fangirl wall, Sesshoumaru addressed his charge. "Come, Rin. Jaken's reserved a table for us."
"Yoru gohan ikimasen wa nani sushiya ni asano yomimasu!" Rin chirped in response.
Sesshoumaru blinked. "...Yes. Exactly. Ah, here we are."
Before him was a normal cafeteria table, but covered in a floral print tablecloth, with plump cushions resting atop the seats. A short boy who was clearly not present when the rugged good looks were being passed out stood slightly off to the side, warding off anyone who looked like they wanted to sit down at this glorified table. When he spotted Sesshoumaru, he jumped excitedly and gestured frantically for him to sit down.
Sesshoumaru was just about to do so when a faint whistling sound reached his ears and he casually tilted his head to the side. A knife whizzed past his cheek, imbedding itself in the overeager boy's forehead. Sesshoumaru looked at him for a moment before sighing. "Ah, well. Better Jaken than me. But now I'll have to recruit someone new to do my dirty work...such a hassle."
Once a random janitor had dragged the unsightly mess of Jaken's corpse out of Sesshoumaru's view, lunch in the cafeteria continued on as normal. There was a small incident where a punk accidently brushed against a prep's apple and the prep then could no longer eat it, but the riot died down quickly and tentative peace resumed afterwards.
Just as lunch was nearing its end, a random redheaded punk girl came rushing up to Sango and Kagome's table. "Hey guys! We're going to play spin the bottle! Come on!" Before either girl could protest, the stranger grabbed their wrists and dragged them away.
Twenty seconds later, they found themselves plunked down in a random corridor in a circle mixed of punks and preps. Kagome was sure the world was on the verge of ending.
"How the hell is this happening?" she nearly screeched.
"Never mind that now! There's no time nor sense to explain it!" the redhead chirped cheerfully. "Now just spin the damn bottle!"
As if her hand moved on its own, Kagome reached out and spun the bottle. In dread, she looked up from where the nose was pointing when it stopped. Yep. You guessed it. INUYASHA!
In the blink of an eye and in a whirlwind of movement, Inuyasha and Kagome felt themselves grabbed and jostled and finally released to find themselves in a pitch black closet.
"Seven minutes of heaven! Go!" came a muffled voice from the other side of the door.
"What in the world...?" Inuyasha asked, baffled.
"I think we're supposed to make out or something..." Kagome mumbled, suddenly very nervous.
"Weren't there rules to the game though...?" Inuyasha continued. "Like, weren't we supposed to kiss first or something, and if we picked each other again later, then–"
"What are you babbling about?" Kagome nearly screeched. "This is a FANFIC, not bloody reality! And as such, we're clearly bound by the code of Bottle Spinning to make out in this closet for seven minutes! Otherwise the Spirits of Hormone-Driven Games would come after us! Not to mention the Spirits of Doom and Dares!"
"Doom and Dares? This lands under their jurisdiction as well? I thought they only dealt with direct dares or bets!" Inuyasha wondered in astonishment.
"By agreeing to be in the Spin the Bottle game, you sign a silent contract with the Spirits of Doom and Dares to meet whatever conditions are required of you by being in the game," Kagome explained patiently.
"Wow...confusing..." Inuyasha said. Then the reality of their situation kicked in. "Whoa, wait! We're supposed to make out?"
"As much as the idea of kissing a prep goes against my punk code, it looks like we have no choice. Only an event of vast significance to the story can get us out of this. As such, I don't see any around..." Kagome trailed off.
"Well, we can't see much of anything in this bloody darkness," Inuyasha growled. "Let me just...turn on...the light," his words came out disjointed as he pawed around at the ceiling for a cord. Finally finding one, he yanked on it and light flooded the cramped closet. This inevitably displayed the distorted face of a strangled cheerleader hanging at the back of the small enclosure. "That might be what you're looking for," Inuyasha uttered in disbelief.
Kagome's scream echoed throughout the school.
Half an hour later, the hallway was a complete crime scene, police everywhere and students clustered all around, trying to get a better look. Off to the side, one boy bitched to another, "Oh, sure. There are murders happening left, right and centre at this school and no one pays them any heed. But as soon as the main characters find a dead body, the police are all over it! This sucks. I quit. I'm getting my paycheck and getting the hell out of this story."
Off to the side, Kagome was huddling in Inuyasha's arms. The police had just finished questioning them and were leaving them alone. Through this traumatizing event, they had inexplicably bonded. Or maybe they were still in shock. In any case, ever since Kagome had jumped into Inuyasha's arms out of fright, she hadn't left their embrace. Neither seemed to have noticed.
Slightly behind them, two students were whispering to each other. "What's with all these random murders, man?"
"Do you really think they're that random?"
"Well...you think they're all linked?"
"No...not exactly. But hey, I wouldn't say anything too loudly. You never know if you'll be picked out to be the next victim..."
"Do you have any idea who's committing the murders?"
"No... But there's a rumour..."
"A rumour?"
"Well...nothing's really known about the murderer. But I've heard that they're known as...'the author'."
"'The author'? Who's that?"
"I don't know, man, and honestly, I don't mean to ask too many questions. Like I said, you never know if you're gonna be the next to be targeted..."
Overhearing their conversation, Kagome paled and huddled closer to Inuyasha. When the idea finally clicked in her brain as to what she was doing, she jumped back as if burned. Inuyasha was also staring at her in disbelief. Suddenly, Kagome was aware she was in love.
Boy, that was quick.
Kagome shook her head in anger. Punks could not love preps! The mere idea was inconceivable! Laughable! Impossible!
"Due to the horrifying tragedy that has taken place today, classes will be cancelled for the rest of the afternoon," a voice announced over the PA.
"Oh, good!" Kagome exclaimed, taking one last fleeting look at Inuyasha before dashing off in the opposite direction.
Outside of the crowd, Sesshoumaru shrugged off his varsity jacket and handed it to an Assorted nerd. Then, the tall prep walked off with Rin as the nerd put it on with glee. Not a second later, an anvil dropped on the unsuspecting boy's head. Sesshoumaru continued walking without looking back.
Curse you, Sesshoumaru! How dare you trick me like that! I will get you one of these days! You can bet on it! Killing the biggest prep will be my greatest achievement! Just you wait!
Sesshoumaru kept walking.
Later that day, Kagome was at home angsting over her sudden and clearly genuine feelings for Inuyasha. She loved him. But that was impossible.
She was a punk. He did ballet–no, wait. He was a prep. Preps and punks couldn't even be friends, much less be in love. So the fact that she loved him was...ludicrous!
After spinning her brain and heart in too many circles to keep straight, Kagome decided she needed to turn to the only teenage cure-all.
The mall.
(But since Kagome was punk, only the punk-oriented stores 'cause she didn't want to be some sort of trendy prep or something.)
After setting her heart on this goal, she phoned up her buddy Sango and coerced her into going as well – it didn't take much, considering the sidekick is always at the complete beck and call of the hero.
Soon enough the two of them were wandering around the teenage haven when who should they accidentally bump into but Inuyasha and Kikyo! Oh, and Miroku was lurking somewhere behind them.
Sango and Kikyo immediately started ragging on each other's social status while Inuyasha and Kagome were left to simply stare at each other.
As she stood gazing at the boy across from her, Kagome became aware that she wasn't going to be able to ignore these strong feelings. Seeing the look in his eyes as he gazed back at her, Kagome understood he felt the same way about her. But what could they do about it? They were black and white, night and day, punk and prep. Their love...could it possibly bridge the gap between their estranged social groups?
Pish posh! Utter rubbish! A store clerk changing over a mannequin caught Kagome's eye, giving her a perfect idea. Pulling off a blue cardigan, the clerk then redressed the mannequin in a black shirt. Kagome snapped her fingers. "It's just that easy! I can change over Inuyasha like a mannequin 'cause it's not like he has feelings or anything!"
Inuyasha blinked from across from her. "Say what?"
"C'mon, Inuyasha!" Kagome said excitedly, grabbing his hand. "I'm gonna turn you into a punk so our love can be realized! After all, nothing says I love you like a healthy bit of not being yourself!"
Inuyasha shrugged. "I can't argue with that logic."
As they dashed off, the other three realized they had been abandoned. "Well, as fun as this is," Kikyo said boredly, "I am going to go home and put some clothes of substance on. I hopefully will not see you later." With that, she walked off.
It was only then that Sango realized that Miroku looked like one giant bruise. She gasped. "Miroku! Uh, even though I don't care in the least, what happened?"
Miroku gave a small shrug. "The author...she got me..."
Sango stared in disbelief. "But...then...how are you still alive?"
"She...she couldn't figure out whether I was punk or prep. So...she let me live at the crucial moment... I guess it's my second chance...a chance to mend my ways and shape up," Miroku responded.
A hopeful look spread against Sango's face against her will. "D-does that mean...?"
Miroku sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Yep...guess I'm declaring myself punk."
"YES!" Sango shouted, glomping the poor boy to the ground. "We can be together now! Everything will be perfect just as long as you don't–PERVERT!"
A mighty slap resounded through the mall and a bruised boy gained one more black and blue mark across his face.
Meanwhile, in another part of the mall, Kagome was waiting for Inuyasha to come out from behind a magic curtain, all punked out. When he did, BOY was he sexy. We're talking completely black clothes, even his boxers, which stuck out prominently over the tops of his saggy and falling down cargo pants. Chains were draped from all conceivable surfaces, often accompanied by multitudes of buckles, studs and spikes. Tattoos were everywhere on his body, the most prominent sporting the words, 'I'm too sexy for prep.' His hair was still the same length but had obtained destructive properties by way of an enormous spiked mohawk. Heavy black eyeliner adorned his eyelids, black nail polish decorated his fingernails (and probably his toenails too), and piercings covered almost every inch of skin to round out the whole punk image.
Dear lord, I hope you're all drooling along with me.
"Hahome?" Inuyasha uttered, trying to get used to the tongue piercing in his mouth. "Ah yoo sore 'is is da on'y way fo' us ta be toge'a?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so, Inuyasha. Not only are punks and preps never, under any circumstances, allowed to be together, but we absolutely can't be preps together," Kagome stated firmly.
"Wha no'?" Inuyasha asked, confused.
Kagome sighed and placed her hands on her hips. "I'm sure by now you've noticed all the murders that occur in our school. Hell, we experienced that first-hand this afternoon!" Inuyasha nodded, urging her to continue. "Well...haven't you noticed the trend by now? Who has been killed the most? Actually, who only have been killed?"
Inuyasha thought for a moment before his eyes widened. "Pweps?"
Kagome snapped her fingers. "Exactly. Just now you figured out my deep dark secret as to why I'm punk. The author informed me before the story that she had it in for preps and I had better get the hell out of that social group if I wanted to live and be the main character. And now, since I have deemed you to be my one true love, I couldn't simply watch you continue being a prep until she eventually snuffed you! After all, the only prep's that's gotten away from her is Sesshoumaru!"
Inuyasha nodded slowly in understanding, "accidentally" skewering a preppy passerby on the end of his mohawk.
"I can only hope that now that I've given you a grotesque punk makeover, the author will overlook your former preppiness and ignore you from now. Well, I've done all I can for now. Only time will tell," Kagome said, shrugging.
What do you know – just such a test of acceptance came to them the next day at school. Inuyasha was walking through the music room with Kikyo, explaining in clipped speech why they could no longer be together (he was hoping by this point she had finally recognized him with his new look) when it happened.
Out of nowhere, a piano came falling out of the sky, straight towards the pair. At first it seemed about to crush both of them, but then it seemed to waver, as if in hesitation. Back and forth, and back and forth it went until finally...CRASH! It smooshed Kikyo flat, killing her instantly with a lot of blood to be seen. Inuyasha was left standing, perfectly whole, but a little rattled by what had just happened.
He didn't have much time to be in shock, however, for Kagome came bounding through the door, glomping him thoroughly. "Woohoo!" she cried in glee. "You're safe! The piano could've killed both of you but the author let you live! Your transition to punk is complete!"
"Yoo saveh ma life! I love yoo!" Inuyasha shouted, hugging her to him.
So there you have it. A heart-warming tale of a punk...and a prep who was turned punk in order for them to be together and save his skin from the malevolent punk author -cough- I mean, the author was completely unbiased while writing this fic! Screw you all and your judgemental, trendy ways! All preps should die and rot in hell!
A large bang was heard and a whizzing sound reached the ears of hapless Sesshoumaru and Rin, on their way to class. Quick as a flash, Sesshoumaru reached out a hand and snatched out of midair a bullet that was just about to strike Rin. The author, thoroughly shocked, could only observe as Sesshoumaru turned to Rin and declared in perfect Japanese that she could never leave his side again. "Jaken tried leaving my side and he's dead now. Staying with me is the only way to survive. Do you understand?"
Wide-eyed, Rin nodded before inquiring if he had known Japanese all along. "No," the white-haired prep declared. "I decided to learn. If I, Sesshoumaru, am capable of anything, it is, at the very least, to learn an entire language in one day. Now, Rin, let's carry on."
Fine. Whatever. Who cares about you guys anyway? Kagome and Inuyasha were together and were hardcore punks and that's what matters. I've written a beautiful story full of intrigue, romance and above all wit. So screw all you preps out there. I'm clearly a better person than all of you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to check my inbox for the inevitable flood of reviews. I want 1050 reviews for this story before I update the first chapter of the sequel! If I don't get that many, you won't get that AMAZING chapter that I KNOW you're itching to read!
Review!
PREPS SUCK!
PUNKS ROCK!
THE END.
(P.S. I hate preps.)
A/N For those of you who understand Japanese, yes, Rin is supposed to be saying those things. That's the point. For those of you who don't understand the language, you are no further behind than everyone else.
And just so you know, I use the word "mosey." ;)