Oh my God, dudes. This is THE chapter that will make you flip inside-out with anger!!!! Kanna has crossed the line from bitch to super-ultra-uber-bitch!! Anyway, without further delay, I will move on. Sigh, this story will be my undoing... Are you guys ready???

Deds:

Mystical Hanyou - You know, I used to hate her too, but I'm quite fond of her in this story. She's got the whole middle-child trauma thing going on, and, well... the tables will turn, I can tell you that much...

Du Weldervarden Farcai - I think the entire planet hates her because of me! Heehee! And to think she gets even worse! Gah! I expect to get words about her behaviour in this chappie, which is extra long because she's so despicable!

cookiemonsterks - You know, that's kinda funny, cuz she does get hurt - not nearly as bad as Kagura, but she still feels pain, only it doesn't leave a mark. Good suggestion, though!!

Kitsune's Lover - I forgive you, sleep is a bitch that way, making itself necessary... anyway, I get my ideas from... well, Rach is helpful. I tell her what I've been writing (since she STILL hasn't read this, I'm feeling sad about it), and she'll suggest good ideas, but a lot of them have just popped out of me. I really don't know where they come from, except the lapdance, the song London Bridge gave me that idea! Lol, anyway, thanks, and a Merry Chrimmas to you, and everyone else who reviewed! Happy New Year! Get drunk and party, like me!!

Sweet Temptation

The following morning, Kanna walked to school herself. She had a plan to put herself where the action was.

When Kagura came by her room that morning, Kanna was applying a smattering of blush to her cheeks. Kagura kept going, and soon Kanna heard the door slam below.

Leaving a few minutes later, she stepped out of her house and shook her head, allowing the sun to heat her pale skin. A red Mustang roared past, and she recognised Sesshoumaru. She waved, and he beeped the horn, but didn't stop.

Hmm, she thought absently, must be losing my touch.

Continuing down the street, she timed her sojourn to school just right, so that she was passing the Taisho's block when they came ripping around the corner, late as usual.

She started to run, and, just as they were about to pass her, she tripped - on purpose - and sprained her ankle, by accident, of course.

Miroku, who happened to be driving, slowed and pulled over. Kouga yelled from the backseat, "What the hell are you doing, asswipe? We're late enough as it is!"

"I'm being a good Samaritan," he growled, and turned around to crack his brother off the head.

Rolling down the window, Inuyasha looked up to see two shiny black pools staring back at him. Leaning out the window, he asked, "You alright, Kanna?"

Now, she thought, and her lip began to tremble.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, embarrassed, trying to get up. The brothers watched listlessly as she tried to get up twice more, but failed.

Inuyasha sighed. "Come on," he said, getting out and picking her up.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clutched him to her as he slid her into the front seat, between himself and Miroku. Miroku looked at her with a lusty gaze, and her instincts immediately demanded that she set him straight. They were too much alike in nature, only he was harmless. She could not afford to have him get too fond of her.

"What are you looking at?" she hissed under her breath, and curled her lip at him. Miroku blinked. She was smiling now, only not at him.

Did I just imagine that? He thought, puzzled.

The ride to school was brief, and Inuyasha was glad. No one talked the whole way, but he couldn't help but notice the way Kanna's shirt kept falling open at the collar and how his brother kept sneaking peaks there.

Pulling into the only space left, at the far end of the lot, Miroku cut the engine and announced, "Get out, asswipes." Kanna stifled a laugh. He was at least amusing…

Sliding across the seat, she let her sore foot dangle as they all got out and turned to look at her. She lowered her head and whispered, "I'm sorry. I'll walk inside myself, I can-"

But when she stood up, her ankle trembled and she went down, real tears coursing down her cheeks. Inuyasha crouched before her and pushed her hair away from her forehead, and when he did, it came loose of its clasp, and its silkiness flowed over his hand like a white wave. Ignoring its sweet, fruity scent, he said, "Hurry, or we'll be late again."

He scooped her up, and carried her up the three flights of steps into the school, followed solemnly by his brothers.

Inuyasha was worried. Kikyou would flip if she saw him now, and he had a weird feeling that that was what Kanna wanted. He practically ran to the Nurse's Office, and set her gently in a chair. "They'll take a look at that here, and put a tenser on it if you need it," he said, backing away.

She looked down at her hands in her lap, and then she looked up, bestowing on him her most seductive smile, practiced to a fault. He hesitated, before running from the room.

It's working, she thought, feeling only a little satisfied. I'm getting under your skin, aren't I, Inuyasha?

S.T.

Inuyasha ran up a flight of stairs and skidded into homeroom just as the bell rang, and all the girls cheered. He scowled; it had become somewhat of a tradition among them to see if he would arrive on time every day.

Taking his seat, he tried to slow his breaths as he tuned out announcements. Two days until the dance, his inner voice reminded him, and he smiled, thinking of Kikyou in a new dress. She and the girls were going dress shopping this afternoon; he was going to drive them to the Mall.

He began to imagine what Kikyou would look like in a dress (he'd never seen her in one), but her image began to fade and blur until he was staring at Kanna, and she was blowing him a kiss.

He jolted in his seat, and the guy next to him smacked his arm, saying, "Wake up, time to go." He shook his head. What was happening to him? He loved Kikyou; why was he fantasising about Kanna?

Because she keeps putting herself under your nose, his inner voice whispered. And if she stays there long enough, eventually you'll reach out and grab her.

He frowned resolutely at everyone he passed in the hall, and when he got the boys' change room on the first floor, he was fuming. Dumping his binder and pen and peeling off his T-shirt, he looked up to see Juuromaru walk in.

Oh yeah, he thought, and when Juuromaru spotted him and set his things next to Inuyasha's, he remarked, "I know something you don't know."

Hopping around on one foot and trying not to fall on his ass as he pulled up his gym shorts, Inuyasha watched Juuromaru's thick brow rise until it disappeared under his flyaway bangs.

"Is that so?" he replied, removing his own shirt and revealing his impressive muscles. Pulling his jersey over his head, Inuyasha nodded and said, from under the fabric, "It is. Would you like me to tell you?"

Juuromaru chuckled. "If you feel it's necessary, knock yourself out."

Inuyasha stopped speaking then and didn't say another word until they were out in the gym with the other guys, playing a heated game of volleyball and watching the girls as they walked by single file, to play badminton on the other half of the floor.

Serving the ball, Juuromaru huffed, "You were about to tell me something?"

Inuyasha, his hands together, watching the ball bounce around on the opposite side of the net, smiled and breathed quickly. He'd forgotten - again.

"Yeah. See the brunette with the feather in her hair?" Juuromaru looked around. Spotting her, he recognised her as the girl he'd winked at a couple days before. "I see her."

Inuyasha was glad that Kagura's teacher had brought her class there that morning. Usually the classes were segregated, but today, the girls needed the gym and so did the guys, because the other gym was hosting a basketball game for the junior-high students, and the senior boys were using the weight room, so the sophomore girls were left with no option except to share the bigger gym with the junior guys.

"She's got the hots for you." Juuromaru grinned despite himself and looked at her again as they rotated positions. Now it was Inuyasha's turn to serve.

"Really?"

"She's melting over there, trust me." Inuyasha caught her eye, and winked.

She smiled at the floor. Juuromaru turned to look at him over his shoulder.

"How do you know all this?" Inuyasha grinned as he thought of Kikyou.

"She's my woman's best friend." Juuromaru nodded in understanding.

"She's cute."

"Why don't you ask her to the dance?" Juuromaru thought about it. He hadn't planned on going, since his buddies were having a party that night, and they didn't serve alcohol at the dance. Still, though, he thought he would like very much to get to know the brunette girl better.

"What's her name?"

"Kagura. Kagura Onigumo."

Juuromuaru stood up and spun around. "Wasn't she involved with some guy's death by that name? Is she a psycho?" Inuyasha sucked in a deep breath. He should have anticipated that.

"It was her Father who was killed, Juuromaru. She had no more to do with the whole ordeal than I did. It involved us only because my girl's sister and my brother were being pursued by her Father, and they killed him in self defense."

Juuromaru looked doubtful, but they rotated again and he seemed to have calmed down after a while. He'd never tell Inuyasha, but Kagura's past only increased his interest. She was mysterious, alright… he made up his mind to talk to her after school, when they could be alone.

S.T.

Kagura leaned over and tried to pretend she hadn't been staring. She felt so out of place here. None of her friends were in her gym class, and the gym they were supposed to play badminton in today was hosting a basketball game.

She sighed, but then she'd spotted Inuyasha, and she was about to wave to him in greeting when a flash of purple hair behind him stopped her in her tracks.

Juuromaru looked at her over his shoulder for an instant before returning his attention to the game, and now, as she took her position and served her birdie, she tried to resist the urge to turn and look at him.

Finally, after hitting the birdie more times than she could count, it hit the floor and it was the girl on the other side's turn to serve. She looked away for just a moment, and was admiring how Juuromaru's tight jersey revealed all his developed muscles, when something small and hard bounced off her head and landed next to her on the floor.

Looking down, she spied the birdie on the floor and looked up into the faces of the giggling girls around her. "Got something on your mind, Kagura?" they asked, and she burned with embarrassment. The last thing she needed right now was a bunch of nosy girls she didn't even know poking around in her love life, or lack of it. She decided to make them feel bad and replied sadly, "I was just thinking of my Father, actually."

The girls immediately stopped giggling and smiling. She narrowed her eyes, and the one on the left said, "Come on, let's play," and served the birdie.

This time, Kagura never took her eyes off of the small white wad of plastic. She feared that if she did, she'd make an even bigger fool of herself for staring.

S.T.

When Kagome came home from her shopping trip to the Mall that afternoon, she put all her new things away and wandered about the house, bored.

For a while she blasted some dance music and cleaned the house, but when she was done that she had nothing to do. Whose idea was it that I stay home again? She thought, mentally cursing herself.

She supposed she could do laundry… again…

She rubbed her belly absently. It was still as flat as a board and showed no sign of the child growing inside her at all. Looking up, she saw Amaya walk through her own kitchen past the window, and thought, Why not?

Crossing her backyard, she leaned over the fence. Amaya was hanging out the boys' laundry. "Good afternoon, Kagome. Buy anything exciting today?"

Kagome smiled. "I bought some new clothes. Hopefully they'll still fit after this one comes." She nodded toward her gut. Amaya smiled.

She remembered how happy she was when she'd found out that she was pregnant with Sesshoumaru, and, putting down the wet shirt in her hands, suggested, "Why don't you go grab a jacket and come over for a while? I'll finish this and then we can talk - woman to woman. What do you say?"

Kagome grinned. "You got a deal, Little Mother!" Amaya smiled as she watched Kagome run home.

Little Mother… huh!

She shook her head, and laughed. Kagome was such a gem. She was so glad Sesshoumaru had fallen in love with her.

When Kagome came back, she and Amaya sat next to the pool and discussed men, babies, weddings, and family all afternoon, and early into the evening.

When Daichi found them, they were asleep, Kagome on the patio next to Amaya's chair, her head in Amaya's lap, and Amaya's hand stroking Kagome's hair.

He smiled, and let them sleep. What a pair, he thought.

S.T.

Kikyou waited at her locker for Inuyasha. Kagura had gone to the bathroom, and would be back soon.

She looked at her watch. He was late.

You better not have forgotten, she thought, huffing, and crossing her arms, one leg holding her up as she propped the other against her locker underneath her.

When Kagura came back, she spotted Sango and Ayame coming, pulling Rin. There was no sign of her sister.

Thank God, she thought, feeling unburdened for once.

Kikyou was tapping her fingers against her arm in agitation. Her sisters crowded in and smiled at her and Kagura.

"Have you seen Kanna today?" Kagura asked them.

"Nope."

"Nada."

"No, thank God." Kagura smiled at Rin.

"Try living under the same roof with the skank," she joked, even though she was serious, but she got a smile out of Rin anyway.

Kikyou shook her head in anger. "If he's not here in five minutes, we're taking the bus." Sango's brows went up, and Ayame frowned. "You mad at him or something?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Kikyou fumed. She was feeling insecure again. She hadn't seen him all day. Was it just a coincidence that no one had seen Kanna, either? Just the thought of him with her made her guts churn, and her blood boil.

When five minutes had passed, with no sign of Inuyasha, Kikyou was fed up. "Let's go. I'll deal with him later. If there is a later."

Kagura looked at Sango, worried. What was going on between Inuyasha and Kikyou?

S.T.

Inuyasha slammed his locker shut, and waved to his friends. Juuromaru stopped him when he passed his locker. "Look, something's come up. I gotta go home right away. Will you tell Kagura not to get a date for the dance?"

He grinned, devilishly. "Does that mean you want to take her?"

Juuromaru returned the grin. "You know it."

Inuyasha nodded. "I'll tell her."

"Thanks, man." He'd continued on his way, stopping at Miroku's locker to get the keys to the car. He was about to run up to Kikyou's locker to meet her and the girls, when an arm snaked out and yanked him into the girl's bathroom.

S.T.

Kanna looked at her face in the mirror, and pouted her lips, then blotted her lipstick with the pathetic excuse for toilet paper this school used.

What is this? She thought, as part of it stuck when she pulled it away. Like, point five ply? Hell!

Redoing it, she didn't bother to blot this time. The red lipstick glimmered on her lips, shining in the glare from the overhead light. She backed up and looked at her body in the mirror. The enormous bag she'd brought with her this morning had carried not only her books, but a spare change of clothes.

She had one day left. The dance was tomorrow. It was now or never if she was going to steal Inuyasha from Kikyou and get him to take her to the dance.

She'd changed into a black bra, with a lacy white tank top over it, and a very short denim skirt. Her thong, orange and pink, was visible above her beltline. She wanted very little to impede his way.

She looked at the clock on the wall. She'd skipped her last class - sex ed, ironically - to come here and prepare. Only a few girls had come in since then, and had left in a hurry. They weren't accustomed to being growled at for having to pee.

Leaning out the door, she spotted him. He was coming close, too. She grinned. This was it!

Snatching his arm, she flicked the light off with one hand, and locked the door behind them as soon as he was in.

Inuyasha was quiet, before he gritted, "Who's in here? What's going on?"

Kanna laughed. "Don't tell me you don't recognise me, Inuyasha."

Running her hands over his chest, she began to pull his sweaty jersey out of his pants, then ventured her hands underneath it, to glide over his bare skin.

He wanted to turn around, to leave, but… was this Kikyou? His instincts told him no, but he wanted to believe so much that it was, and she was surprising him. And he would hate to disappoint her…

Kanna leaned close and guided his hands to the zip on her skirt, then helped him pull off her shirt. She pulled his jersey over his head and let her tongue lap at his Adam's Apple, and when he swallowed, bumping her nose, she laughed, a throaty sound, that pushed him over the edge he'd been tenaciously clinging to.

He became eager in her arms, and soon had her up against the wall, kissing her fervently, murmuring over and over again, "Kikyou, Kikyou…"

Kanna let him pull off her bra, and she ran her fingers through his silky white hair, so much like her own, only musky smelling, as he explored her naked torso.

He pushed her skirt off her hips. When had Kikyou gotten so skinny? He thought, before lust overtook him.

She pulled his belt out of his pants, and threw it on the floor, then, as he burrowed his face in her neck, sucking her porcelain skin, she yanked his baggy jeans down, and reached inside his boxers, expertly finding all his sensitive spots and working them.

He pressed her right up to the wall, eager to get inside her, but her thong was blocking him. Growling, he hooked a thumb under it and she whispered in his ear, licking the lobe, "Rip it."

Doing as she bade him, he ripped it off of her, not hearing her small cry of pain, and burrowed inside of her, and she brought a leg up to wrap around his waist, allowing him easier access to her.

He palpated her chest and began to breath hard as she leaned back and let him do his thing. He was satisfied so quickly, she encouraged him to go again, and within ten minutes he had his second climax.

You poor thing, she thought pitifully, how long has she been torturing you?

Finally too tired to go a third time, he eased out of her and kissed her, running his fingers along her cheek, but she pulled away, and flicked on the bathroom light.

The colour drained from his face as he saw just who he had made love to - twice.

"K - Kanna?" he stuttered, appalled. She laughed. "Don't act so surprised, Inuyasha. I knew it was only a matter of time before you would stop resisting me."

He slumped to his knees on the floor, looking at his hands in horror. He had… with these hands… suddenly he felt incredibly dirty. And in the back of his mind he'd known all along…

She tossed him his pants, and changed back into the clothes she'd worn that morning, not at all self-conscious about being naked before him in the light. She had nothing to hide, anyway. "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I won't tell her what happened."

He looked up, and croaked, "What? Why? You hate Kikyou!"

"And she hates me. What's your point? I have a favour to ask of you. Unfortunately, you have no choice but to grant it to me, since I know your little secret."

He pulled on his pants, and began to tremble with apprehension at her words. What would she ask of him?

"Spit it out," he gritted, anger finally taking over.

She smiled. "There's the hellcat I know and love to play with," she said, throwing her bag over her shoulder and reaching out to stroke him where she knew he liked it, but he grabbed her wrist and twisted it, hard. It hurt, but she bit her tongue. She refused to show him any weakness. She held all the cards; he had no choice but to obey her.

"Take me to the dance. That's all."

"That's all?"

"For now." She grinned, and gently traced his chin with her fingertip. "Don't look so sad, Inuyasha. You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

He frowned, and dug his fingernails into his scalp. He was going to go insane with guilt. Because he had enjoyed it, very much so.

She chuckled softly. "Poor Inuyasha, slept with the wrong girl. Too bad. But you know, there's more where that came from. I'd never deny you, Inuyasha. After all, she's been starving your sexual appetite. At least I'll spoil it."

And, she left him there, where he curled up into a ball in the corner, and for the first time since seeing his Mother again after five years of absence a few weeks ago, he cried.

S.T.

Kikyou picked a red dress off the rack and held it up to herself, then put it back. Her guts were churning; her heart just wasn't in this anymore.

Kagura kept glancing at her nervously, but Sango was certain that she would find a way around her grouchiness and forgive him. She'd heard from Kagome about their tearful reunion last night, and thought for sure this little tiff would resolve itself too. Before the dance, I hope.

Kagura wasn't so sure, though. Kikyou was really mad, and she knew it had something to do with her sister, Kanna. Frowning in concentration, Kagura decided to take matters into her own hands.

"Here Kikyou. Try this one on." She handed her friend a short, skin-tight, stretch denim one piece skirt outfit, in white. Kikyou looked at it doubtfully but Kagura nodded. "Try it. I think it'll look great on you."

When Kikyou had disappeared into the change rooms, Kagura opened her purse and took out her cell phone. Sango came over. "What are you doing?"

Kagura smiled. "Setting things straight. Let me now how she likes that skirt." She began to leave the store. Sango watched her go.

You go, Kagura. Get that bitch!

S.T.

Kagura climbed into the cab she'd called for.

"Eight hundred Shinjiro Drive," she instructed the driver, and he whistled.

"Uppercrust, eh? Why don't you have a limo?" She glared at him in the rear-view mirror. "Will you just drive, please?"

"Ok ok, don't get your knickers in a twist," he mumbled, and she sat back, hard. She hadn't realised that she'd been leaning forward in apprehension until he'd nailed the gas pedal and momentum had forced her back.

When the houses outside her window began to get bigger, her gut flipped over. Kanna was going to get a piece of her mind, and she'd definitely choke on it.

Kagura began to breath deeply. She anticipated a very big fight with her sister, though God knew that Kanna was even worse when she was being passive-aggressive. That was just plain annoying. Kagura wanted a reaction out of her this time, but she still wasn't sure if she would get it.

As the driver pulled over, she searched her purse for more cash but the deeper she dug, the less cash she found. Finally, she whipped out her credit card that was for emergencies only, and, ripping it out of the driver's hand as he handed it back to her, she jumped out of the cab and ran up the front walk, flinging open the door and slamming it shut with a vengeance behind her.

The slam echoed throughout the house; Kaede wasn't home.

Good. She thought, dropping her purse and phone by the door on a table with a dish for keys and a portable phone.

Stomping up the stairs, Kagura could see light coming from her sister's room. She reached the top in record time, but Kanna had music playing, and had heard none of the noise Kagura had been making.

The strains of "Baby Got Back" were blaring from Kanna's stereo by the door, and when Kagura looked in, she saw Kanna standing before her full-length silver mirror, holding up shirt after shirt to herself. Finally choosing a long black shirt with a neck-tight collar and a button up seam following the Japanese style, she sat at her vanity and began to apply her eye make-up.

She finally spied Kagura watching her in the mirror and remarked, "My, my, aren't we sour today? Why the big pucker, Kagura?"

Kagura strode into her sister's room and did the most physically aggressive thing to another person she'd ever done. Knotting her fist in a handful of Kanna's hair, she yanked her up to a standing position and held her right up close to her own face.

"Where is he??"

Kanna let her vent her anger. Passive-aggressive reactions had always served her well in the past, no matter how much pain she might have to endure. After all, Kagura's pain would inevitably be greater.

"Who? Kagura, calm down. What are you talking about?"

Kagura was inflamed. She was ten times better at manipulation than Father had ever been! She was a regular little actress.

Kagura would have the truth from her.

"You know exactly who I'm talking about. Where were you all day today?"

She smiled innocently, since she was telling the truth. "I was at school. Will you let go now, please?"

"I will not. Where were you after school?"

Kanna was beginning to lose her passive-aggressiveness. She was starting to get angry. "Why do you care? What's with this fucking interrogation?"

"I care very much, little sister. Inuyasha has been missing since after school today. Where is he? I know you know."

Kanna realised that her plans were going to get out sooner or later, but regardless, there was nothing Kagura could do to save him now. He had already committed the ultimate crime a man can commit against the woman he loves: adultery.

Smiling evilly, she finally replied, "If I tell you, will you let go of my hair?"

"That depends on the severity of your explanation. Now spill it!"

Kagura shook Kanna's head violently, and her scalp burned. She held her tongue against the pain, but her smouldering black eyes betrayed her real pain. Kagura tightened her grip the longer Kanna remained silent.

"Today, Kanna. I'm in no mood to put up with your shit. You'll go to that dance with a shiner if I find it necessary."

Kanna finally gave in. If anything, she was vainer about her appearance than a peacock. No secret was worth getting an enormous ugly bruise over.

"Not that it really matters, but he's probably still at school."

Kagura shook her head again, bringing her nose within centimetres of her own. "What do you mean?"

Kanna hissed in pain, and tried to loosen her sister's grip, but Kagura held on like a bulldog, and screamed, "Tell me, or you're going with two black eyes!"

Kanna hated to give her sister any satisfaction, since she got so little of it herself. But she could see no other way to get her sister off her back. "He's in the girl's lavatory on the second floor. Or he was when I left. He's taking me to the dance tomorrow night."

Kagura was so surprised that she loosened her fingers and Kanna immediately slipped out of her reach, rubbing her head vigorously. "You happy now? My hair might never recover!"

Kanna checked it in the mirror. Besides being an angry red, her scalp and hair appeared undamaged.

Kagura's mouth was still working, but no sound came out. Then her eyes darkened, and Kanna was struck by how much she resembled their late Father when he was furiously angry.

"What did you do, Kanna? Why did you leave him in the girl's bathroom at school?"

Kanna smiled evilly at her sister in the mirror. She was going to tell her the truth - her version of it, anyway. She knew he'd never tell. And neither would Kagura, once she knew.

"I fucked him, Kagura. He couldn't resist me. And he liked it. I promised him I wouldn't spill his little secret if he took me to the dance. And he will take me, Kagura. If you interfere… well, Kikyou will just have to learn of your involvement here. I trust you care for her too much to even consider telling her what you've just learned? It would break her heart to hear it, especially from you, her best friend. Can you willingly hurt her like that?"

Kagura was struck dumb by her sister's frankly shrewd explanation, but her dark anger made a swift comeback.

"You little fucking slut!" Kagura screamed, and lunged for her sister, but Kanna was ready for her.

She swiftly moved out of her sister's reach, and out the door. Kagura followed, hot on her heels and screaming like a banshee, when Kanna ducked, causing Kagura to skid and trip over her, and then, standing upright, Kanna ran back to her room, Kagura coming up behind her like a bull with its balls in a knot.

Kanna slammed the door, but not in time; Kagura's wrist has been between it and the jamb, and there was a sickening crunch as Kagura's wrist was shattered from the force of the blow.

She screamed, and Kanna opened the door a fraction, so she could pull it out, but as she stared at the hot tears of her sister, streaming in rivulets down her splotchy face, clutching her hand in agony, she remembered how Kagura had cruelly gripped her hair, and how she'd cold-bloodedly called her a slut. Kanna knew she was a slut, but to have her sister call her that to her face… was unforgivable.

She gripped the doorknob with fierce determination. Kagura still had not moved her arm out of harm's way, and, before Kanna could lose her nerve, she slammed the door on her sister's hand again.

This time, Kagura's screams were heard all down the block, and on the next block, a flock of crows took to the sky at the horrific sounds coming from the spacious house at Eight hundred Shinjiro Drive.

S.T.

Inuyasha wandered the streets. It was six at night, and his cell phone had rung eight times, but he'd not bothered to answer.

He just wanted to be alone.

Stumbling into a skate park, he watched as the younger guys did ollies and flips on their boards; one kid had a Hedley deck, and he smiled at Inuyasha in a way that made him wish he were young enough to have no cares again.

He slumped down on a bench and leaned his head back, so he could stare at the sky. How could I have been so stupid? He fumed. How could I have let her trick me like that?

But you didn't, his inner voice interrupted, and he leaned forward, clenching his forehead between his hands. You knew it was her, but you let her lead you anyway. You are scum.

Tell me about it. He began to feel tears stinging his eyes again, and he abruptly stood up, and walked out of the skate park. He wandered until it was dark and no one would take any notice of his red eyes and wet cheeks.

S.T.

Kikyou had taken Kagura's advice and bought the white denim skirt suit. She had liked how it fit her curves, despite her black mood, and to top it all off, it turned out that it was on sale.

She thought maybe things would start looking up. She and her sisters, who'd all found something new, piled onto the bus and rode it home, Kikyou's mind far away.

Kagura had disappeared, and no one knew where she'd gone, though Sango had her suspicions, but she never shared them.

Kikyou went straight to her room when they got home. Throwing her new outfit aside, on top of a mountain of her favourite clothes (this being a sign that the outfit had been accepted into her culture and was now part of her most prized wardrobe), she turned on her discman and laid back on her bed, playing depressing songs and letting her tears run unchecked.

S.T.

Holy hell, who's ready to kill her? Wait, we can't kill her yet, I have plans for her and the Jewel, and a new friend... but, I have to write all that, so hold onto your hats. She also may just try to steal Juuromaru... look out Kagura! Kanna's on the warpath, and Kanna always gets her way! Lol, like I mentioned before, I need an announcer guy! Review me, I cannot live without them! (Ok, I can, but I don't like to.) Please! They are like souls, I neeeed them!!! Besides, what she did was horrific. How can you help but comment???