When Inuyumi was in middle school, she was BFFs with the most popular girl in the school. Kikyo was drop-dead gorgeous, rich, and charismatic. She was also a bully. She picked on everyone: nerds, losers, cheerleaders, football players, special ed students, foreign exchange students... the list went on and on. The only people she didn't pick on were her boyfriend Onigumo, and Inuyumi.
That was until there freshman year at Gakuen Yokai.
"I don't need you always hanging around me," She told the white-haired girl. "It's kinda creepy how you like, never leave me alone. Like, are you lusting after me or something? 'Cuz if you are, I don't blame you. You can just join the waiting list."
Isn't it funny that the month Kikyo's arm was in a cast was the same one Inuyumi was absent from school?
After that messy incident, Inuyumi stayed clear of Kikyo, and Kikyo of Inuyumi. The girls' hate for each other was one that rivaled Sesshoko's hate for her sister.
And yet, for the second time this week, Inuyumi found herself confronted by someone who was out for her blood.
"So, is it true?" Kikyo's low voice reminded Inuyumi of one of those flowers, ya know, the ones so huge that they can eat you, and they smell like putrid, rotting flesh?
"Is what true?" Inuyumi deadpanned. She didn't have time for this, not unless Kikyo was asking for another broken wrist.
"Like, did your slutty sister really get knocked up at Naraku's party last month? Is that why she won't come to school? She can't let everyone see her fat, that anorexic little-"
Inuyumi grabbed a fistful of Kikyo's perfectly styled raven hair and stared murder into her eyes. "Nobody talks bad about Shoko but me. It's none of yer beeswax whether she's pregnant or not!"
Kikyo, however, only chuckled to herself. "So she is! I knew it! I just knew your sister was a secret whore, while you still have yet to swipe your V card!"
Inuyumi grunted and punched Kikyo in the stomach, hard, then walked down the hall, so completely done with everything.
Why did it have to be her sister to get pregnant? She had to admit that watching Sesshoko go through morning sickness and pregnancy cravings and hormones was hilarious, but she was tired of having to take bullets for that brat Shoko while she was at school.
She grumbles to herself as she opened the door of her muddy truck, turning her keys into the ignition, hands griped on the steering wheel tight enough to crush it. It was not a long drive to the apartment complex she shared with her sister. The apartment room had been a gift from Daddy; she wanted to get out of that stuffy penthouse as soon as she could, and she was given her own home for last year's fourteenth birthday. Unfortunately, her deadbeat sister decided she was tired of living with Izayoi, so she contaminated Inuyumi's personal place. And because the apartment was really Daddy's, Inuyumi couldn't argue.
She parked the car in the parking garage, and trudged like a sloth into the building, up the stairs (the elevators were few and far between) and into the place she shared with-
"Inu-kun! I have the most awful headache! Go get me a sake~" Sesshoko said, lying on the couch, one hand rubbing her stomach and the other pressed against her forehead.
"No way! You're not supposed to drink while you're pregnant! Oh no - don't tell me you've already had some!" Inuyumi shrieked, dropping her overweight bookbag on the floor and running over to her coffee table, where three empty bottles lay.
"So? It's not my concern if the parasite ends up retarded." Sesshoko deadpanned. It was the truth - she really could care less what happened to the thing living inside her. Yes, Father did say that she had to keep the baby, but he didn't say she had to like it.
"Uh, yeah, it is your concern, you sociopath-of-a-sister!" Inuyumi fumed, picking up the bottles and cursing under her breath.
Sesshoko simply grunted in response, and undid the ribbon around her kimono, revealing her bare chest.
"Shoko, what the hell?! Cover up!" Inuyumi screamed, but Sesshoko just sighed.
"All of these kimonos are too tight. It's not my fault my breasts are swelling the size of Tokyo." Sesshoko huffed, but Inuyumi squinted her eyes tight and put her hands on her hips.
"Swelling my ass! You're only one month along! Your boobs haven't grown an inch, you freak!"
And with that, the fifteen-year-old stormed out of the room, leaving a very frustrated and somewhat drunk Sesshoko behind.
"Daddy!" Inuyumi yelled at Inu Taisho, who was covering his ears, trying to save his hearing from his teenage daughter's shrill screams. "I am not gonna keep putting up with Shoko! She's bad enough without emotions, but I am not going to deal with Little Miss Hormones! My birthday's in a couple of months, and so I'm gonna ask for one early present! A separate! room for Shoko!"
Inu Taisho grumbled to himself. "You're not better, Little Miss Puberty..."
"What was that?!"
The white-haired man sighed and stood up. "I guess you're right. That deadbeat is gonna need her own house, and a job to go with it." Inuyumi's eyes lit up with innocent joy and her mouth became a child's smile. "And you're gonna help her."
Inuyumi's heart sank faster than the titanic; her smile dropped faster than bombs from a warplane.
"...What?"
Her pompous father laughed. "Oh, you know Shoko, she hasn't worked a day in her life. She can't get a job. That's why you," He placed his hand on his daughter's head, ruffling her hair. "are gonna do it for her."
Inuyumi pouted, and stormed out the door, shouting a more coarse version of 'I hate you, Daddy!' out the door.
However, as Inuyumi stomped out of the building and into her car, her mind was scheming. She was going to land Sesshoko a job that she couldn't stand, one that would completely ruin the older girl's reputation! Mwaha ha ha ha ha ha!
...But just what kind of job should she choose?