TWO

Shippo spat into the water, pissed off.

"So, Ozo says that you're not allowed to hang out without Onigumo here any more? Are you fucking serious?"

I glared at him. "Yeah. But I swear to god if he starts making a report on everything I do to Sasuke, he will stop breathing."

Onigumo was sitting a couple benches down, typing something up.

"Gimme a light, will ya?" I mumbled as I pulled out my cigarette case.

Just before Shippo lit it, Onigumo was standing next to the table, smirking. "Ah-ah! No smoking, girly."

I spat on his laptop. "You're here so I don't get high, egghead. Now fuck off." I took a long drag of the American tobacco and blew circles around his face.

"Gome, don't make me *kuff* call your mom!"

I snarled at him, showing my fangs. "Try me, bitch. See how may fingers you have left." He fliched a few inches away.

"You don't need a babysitter-"

"REALLY? Didn't fucking know that."

He took a deep breath before continuing. "-You need rehab." I growled at the word. "Kagome, if you're going to date me, you need to be clean-"

"ONIGUMO! You IGNORANT BASTARD! Nobody fucking likes you because your a whiney, creepy snoop who has no life and feels that everybody loves you and you're wrong. You have no idea how wrong you are! Everybody hates you! You can go the fuck home and try to get this through your thick head that I do not like you, nor will I EVER! NOW LEAVE!"

His thin jaw was shaking as he opened his mouth to make an attempt to stand up for himself.

"I-i-i-i-i'm only here t-t-t-to keep you out of tr-tr-tr-tr-trouble."

I leaned in close to him, my nose almost touching his glasses. "Go." I almost couldn't see him running away.

Shippo was laughing his ass off and smiling like a goofey bastard. "Du-hude! That was awesome!" I grinned.

"Yeah, I know."

He sobered up a bit. "You know that Ozo's going to kill you for that, right?" I nodded again, not really wanting to think about that aspect.

"Yeah, I know." I turned to him. "Got any pot?"

He chuckled. "When do I not?"

Lovely Sunday afternoon.

Mondays sucked. They always did, no matter what happened. They could put a man on the moon but couldn't make me happy for a Monday. It only excited me a bit that there was a new student at our 4-year high school of 245 students, now 46.

There was your typical sluts, jocks, dicks, nerds, assholes and the whatnots. And then there was my crowd, and, according to Lee and Ruka, the oldest couple of 7 years in school, I was their ultimate leader.

"So do you think that he'll be hot, Kana?" I asked as I flicked my cigarette into the cherry blossom and scraggle-bushes that surrounded the school, long-since bare in early December.

She snorted. "Of course he is. There's only a handfulla guys at this school that are even average or below. And he'll prolly just get sucked up by the jocks anyway, if not the preps." She rolled her white eyes.

I sighed. "A demon can hope."

"I heard that he's in almost all of our classes, though. So we can either make life a living hell for him or invite him in with open arms?" she suggested.

I shrugged. "It all depends. And I know that he's in Mrs. Oyami's home room. We can go check him out after I get my bagel."

And with that, we headed off to the cafeteria.

"I don't see him anywere," Kana hissed. "Everyone's huddled in the top lefthand corner across the room, though."

I glared through the doorway and peeked in a bit more. I glared around the room, and my jaw dropped.

Sitting in the cramped back right corner of the room, hidden by the doorway, sat the new student. Long white hair, straight down to his knees, golden brown eyes that glared at nothin in particular, scowling at the wall. A bland white T-shirt with red hexagons across the collar was mostly hidden by a very classy-looking black sports jacket. His dark blue jeans were knee-dirty, barely held secure by a bright yellow belt, and weak at the seams, bagging around his black boots, crossed cleanly under the desk. His face was smooth, except for his eyebrows which wrinkled in the middle. His posture was perfect and he held himself with a very noble yet dangerous way. I took note of the purplish markings that crossed his face, wrists and neck.

"He's our boy," I whispered quietly to Kana.

"I can't see him!" she growled, trying to climb over me to see.

"Kana, no!"