Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha in any way shape or form. The beautiful manga and anime belong only to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own the idea of the Lying Games or the figure of A from the Pretty Little Liars. Those ideas belong to Sara Shepard. But Kira and Kenji belong to me. Also, I created the sorority.

Summary: When seventeen year old Rin Fumiko began her first year at Shikon University, she didn't expect to be to be courted by the powerful and dangerously sexy Sesshomaru Takahashi. She didn't expect to fall in love. And she damn sure didn't expect to get caught up in her lying games. As Rin tries to keep a mind-blowing secret from him, she's also trying to keep herself and her friends safe from an unknown figure with ties to her past. Who is this stranger? Why is he after her and her friends? And what will happen when Sesshomaru discovers the truth?

Chapter 2: Oh Shit…

Stomp stomp I've arrived
Drop the beat, nasty face
Why ya lookin' at me?

Flyin' flyin' flyin' flyin' through the sky
In my spaceship
I'm an alien tonight

Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty sucka
You think I can't get hurt like you, you motherfucker

I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you

Do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you

We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem
We can do it like the man'dem,
Sugar sugar sugar
We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem
We can do it like the man'dem,
Sugar sugar sugar

Rin and Kira walked through the bar doors with linked arms, walking step for step. Kenji followed behind them grudgingly, eyeing any guy who looked at either girl. Especially Kira.

Complimenting her pale skin and pink hair, Kira wore a peach colored relaxed soft knit tank top that fell around her hips loosely, white jean shorts that clung to her shapely thighs, and brown buckled ankle boots with a two inch heel. Her long pink hair was pulled back with strands of hair framing her face and bangs falling over her eyes in a straight line. Her sparkling turquoise eyes were lined edgily by Rin, lips coated in a frosty pink gloss, and her natural scent of honey wafted through every male's nostrils temptingly. Kira's diamond studs glinted in the dim lights and the unique pendant she always wore – which was shaped like a star almost – fell between her perky breasts. With her slightly thicker and curvier body, Kira caught on attention quicker than Kenji could throw a punch.

And Rin wasn't any better with her red cami under a lace black crocheted tunic with floral detail and black wedge sandals. Silver hoops dangled from her ears, a pretty little brass tribal serpent spear pendant hung around her neck, and her infamous charm bracelet took up residence on her left wrist. While Rin wasn't as curvy as Kira, she held a certain level of sexiness and appeal that was all too natural. And Kenji was not liking the looks these older college men were giving either girl.

"Stop being so jealous," Rin teased, glancing back at her best friend. "It's not like you weren't staring yourself." Kenji rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, 'cause I'm your friend and a guy. But these guys –

"Are real men that know how to make a girl feel sexy," Kira interjected, eyeing him coldly. "You on the other hand…" She didn't finish. She simply ran her fingers through her hair, revealing a slender neck, which caused some other guy to lick his lips hungrily at the fresh wave of honey. Kenji growled without realizing. Kira smirked. "I'm getting a drink." With a flip of her hair, Kira walked towards the bar, swaying her hips sultrily. Kenji followed.

Rin could only smirk. Though she knew Kenji was more attracted to men, he also was very possessive of Kira and cared for her deeply. And Kira knew that. Well, she knew he cared and stuff. The gay thing was another conversation they needed to have. Now, to find Kagura –

"Hey, kiddo!" Rin turned her eyes to see Kagura strutting towards her, hourglass figure being encased by a long-sleeved purple dress that fell off her right shoulder with a wide shiny black belt around her waist. The round neckline displayed a generous amount of cleavage and the form-fitting dress stopped at the middle of her thighs. In true Kagura fashion, long and slender legs led down to feet in black pumps. Kagura's shoulder length black hair tied in a fashionable bun behind her head with bangs. Kagura's ruby eyes brightened at Rin as she smiled.

"I'm not a kid," Rin told her as they hugged.

"Until you reach nineteen, you're still a kid to me," Kagura shot back. She handed Rin a cup. "Drink up. The first of many." They clinked drinks and Rin observed it before taking a sip. Inside the plastic red cup was a bright blue drink that smelled fruity with a hint of an alcoholic scent. It tasted like straight berries and vodka, burning her throat slightly.

"You know, it's illegal to give a minor a drink. You can go to jail," she warned. Kagura shrugged, wrapping an arm around Rin's small shoulders.

"Tell me something I care about." They giggled. Kagura finally noticed Rin's lack of company. "Lost your little puppies?" Rin glared at her.

"They're my best friends, so don't get mad 'cause you surround yourself with plastic bimbos and gold-digging sluts." Kagura smirked at the sassy tone. "And they're at the bar." Both girls glanced at the bar to see Kira nibbling a strawberry with a guy across from the bar eyeing her and Kenji glaring.

"They haven't fucked yet?" Kagura groaned. She had to watch the sexual tension between the two before she had graduated and had hoped that those two would've solved the issue. Obviously…that wasn't the case.

"What do you think?" Rin gave Kagura a pointed look. The older girl shrugged.

"Well, they'll be good for the night. Nine times out of ten, he'll drag her outta here and mark his territory. You, on the other hand," Kagura led Rin towards a nice, secluded lounge which was filled with other girls and older guys. "You're stuck with us. Think you can handle that?" Rin glanced back at her friends, noticing Kenji practically yank Kira onto his lap.

Yeah, they're good, she thought before smiling at Kagura.

"Try me."

Kenji had watched the way Kira rubbed the ripe strawberry along her bottom lip, eyeing the berry almost as much as he was eyeing the plump flesh. She ordered a strawberry daiquiri after he'd told her not to order any alcohol. Then, she had downed half of the drink while eye-fucking another guy across the room from them. And now she was teasing him with a fucking strawberry. So, he did the only rational thing he could think of.

He yanked Kira onto his lap.

Kira smacked his hand, but could not move for anything.

"Let me go," she hissed. Kenji tightened his grip, burying his nose into her throat and inhaling her sweet scent. His cock hardened.

"Not until you stop playing games," he growled. She squirmed in his arms, biting her lip at the feel of his nose against her sensitive skin. Fucking asshole, she thought, pissed.

"Games are only fun when two play. So, why can't I? You've had your fucking fun, remember?" Kenji's eyes widened. He thought she didn't know about that. His grip slackened and Kira jumped off of him, glaring. "You fucked around with Kanna, right? And then you thought I wouldn't do something about it? Well, two can play at that game, so watch me." She turned back to the other guy and with a raised, challenging eyebrow, she bit into it. Kenji could feel the anger coursing through him as she smirked coyly at him before walking away.

Kira smiled at the guy she'd been flirting with, brushing past him smoothly. She could feel Kenji's eyes boring holes into her back as she walked onto the dance floor. The song changed into a much more fitting one, one that Kenji knew was played just for her.

She's got an appetite that won't stop

The way that she's dancing should be against the law

She likes to show off her body, act like the life for a party

And make it hard for you to keep her

And it's just a matter of time,

For it starts to play with your mind

She's supersonic and her eyes are so hypnotic

I used to think that she was innocent, girl.

Kira got into the beat, rolling her hips and running her fingers through her hair. The different lights in the room bounced off her creamy skin and silky hair, making her appear even more beautiful. To say Kenji was captivated would be an understatement. She was the epitome of an angel, but like the song said, she was dangerous.

She's got the passion

That girl is dangerous

Better be careful

That girl is dangerous

You'll learn the hard way

That girl is dangerous

She's dangerous, dangerous

Kira sped up her movements slightly, rolling her neck with the music and causing her hair to fall out of its style. Her hands were in the air and she was winding her body seductively, smirking at Kenji smugly before ignoring his presence altogether. He was about to get up and go to her when the guy from earlier took her seat.

"Hey," he said. Kenji's expression darkened and he had the right mind to knock the guy out for even looking at her, but his traitorous mind had other plans. Without meaning to, he actually gave the guy a quick up-and-down assessment. The other male was taller than him, lithe with defined muscles that still could not compare to Kenji's, startling blue eyes, tanned, and blond hair. He was a demon, a weak one at that. Kenji could take him. In bed or in a fight, his mind taunted.

"…"

"Your girl is…interesting," the stranger said. Kenji still didn't reply. The blue eyes seemed to get brighter with the smile. "I'm Damon."

"And you're telling me this because…?" Kenji gulped a random glass of bourbon, ignoring the slight burn in his throat. Most demons couldn't normally feel anything from human-made alcohol. This must've been one helluva bar for Kagura to pick. Slut had good taste, he thought with a faint smirk.

"I always tell people I'm interested in my name," Damon admitted with a coy grin. Kenji stared, dumbfounded. His eyes wandered to Kira who was still paying him no attention, which irked him, and then trailed his eyes back to the still attractive guy in front of him.

"So…how much have you had to drink tonight?" He asked. This is not happening. This cannot be happening. Not on the first night, he begged Kami or whatever deity that heard him. Not on the first night.

"I'm perfectly sober and I know what I want. You're just in denial. And don't try to say you weren't checking me out the entire time I've been sitting with you." Blunt. Straight to the fucking point. Kenji hated this guy. Damon smirked before taking out a piece of paper from his pocket. "Give this number a call when you're done hiding in the closet." With a wink, Damon was gone.

Fuck my life, Kenji thought, glaring at the paper. He downed another glass of liquor, maybe straight vodka. Kenji hadn't thought the guy noticed; he'd been sure he'd been smooth. Uneasily detectable. Obviously, he'd kidded himself out.

Finally, Kira glanced back at him. She could pretend all she wanted that she was upset with him and in a way, she was. They'd been arguing when he fucked Kagura; didn't even get far before his demon go involved and nearly killed Kanna. It said a word that still haunted Kenji now. And the word was only for Kira.

Mate.

With one last drink, Kenji walked over to Kira and wrapped his arms around her as a slower but still upbeat song began. He grinned down at her.

"Still mad at me?" She pouted playfully.

"Maybe." She grinned and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. "But you know what you can do to change that?"

"What?"

"Kiss me." It was a simple request and innocent enough. His Kira was a tricky little vixen, but was crazily innocent at heart. Adorably so. With a smile, Kenji leaned down at pressed his lips against her softer ones, capturing her soft sigh. But his eyes slowly opened up to see Damon at the door, smirking at him.

If Kira was his mate, what the fuck was wrong with him? Kenji's phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, still holding Kira. With a reassuring smile to her, he flipped it open to read the new text and his eyes widened in shock and fear.

To be or not to be gay. That is the question.

-Unknown

Oh shit.