ABC and LSD

Disclaimer: It’s mine! All miiiiine! InuYasha and Kagome are getting married! Yay! Kikyou’s dead, for real this time! Everyone’s happy and there’s no Naraku!
*wakes up with sappy smile on*
*sighs*
Stupid dreams.

Summary:
At Hanso High, hierarchy rules. There’s the preps, the skates, the punks, the Goths, the skins, the ‘too cool for school’, the nerds, and the jocks. What happens when one girl comes, and refuses to be placed in such a clique? Starring our favorite, oh so stubborn, dominating, arrogant InuYasha, and our stubborn, strong willed, crazy punk-rocker Kagome. Traditional pairings.

Chapter one.

“ABC and LSD, gummy bears are chasing me . . . One is red, the other’s blue, the yellow one, took my shoe. ABC and LSD, gummy bears are chasing me.” The song bounced with the childish tune of the ever-popular Alphabet Song, the singer’s expression of utmost glee.

“Kagome, dear, that’s not how the song goes.” It was her mother with that, ‘How did I produce such a weird child?’ look again. She was currently sitting on the living room’s fluffy carpet floor, assisting her teenage daughter in folding her clothes. Not that she’d admit that they were clothes, oh no, they were rags. Torn up, cut open, raggedy pieces of cloth. Something like a bum would wear, hardly suitable clothing for a respectable 15 year-old girl. She looked at the clothes with distaste, having not the slightest idea why her beautiful daughter would wear them.

As if sensing her mother’s foreboding, she sighed and said in a monotone, “My clothes are fine, mom.” Her warm chocolate eyes studied the shirt she was currently folding, and couldn’t recognize what was so odd about it. Sid Vicious was simply enjoying a hot dog with massive amounts of mustard, though messily so. Sure, the shirt was ratty, with a large hole on the side where the seam had fallen through at her best friend’s birthday party, but still. The shirt was classic, not to mention Viscia-licious, so what was her mom’s problem? “Parents,” She muttered, more to herself then to anybody, considering the only occupants in the room were her mother and the family pet cat, Buyo, who was curled up on her favorite sweatshirt, asleep.

“What was that Kagome?” Quirking a finely shaped eyebrow at her daughter, Eki gave her a challenging look.

“Oh, nothing, mommy. I was just mumbling to my crazy teenage self. Hormones, you know.” She gave a rich laugh and stuck her pierced tongue out at her mother. Her laugh only grew louder when her mother shrieked and made a face as though she was going to lose her breakfast from the sight.

“Kagome Higurashi! What have I told you about keeping that disgusting piercing out of my sight?” Her face paled quickly, before coming back with an angry red tint. “I let you do that only because it’s what you wanted for your birthday, but we made it clear you would keep it in your mouth when in this house!”

Kagome looked up at her mother, finishing the last bit of clean clothing to be folded, and stood from her spot on the couch. “Then can I request your permission to leave the house and explore the new territory which is Tokyo?” Batting her thick lashes to her frowning mother, she clasped her hands in front of her chest, readying for the pout, lips drawing to form it . . .

“Be back by curfew, and take your pepper spray, I don’t know how Tokyo’s changed since your father and I moved away.” She did know, though, that since her and Kagome’s father’s departure, that the country had allowed humans and youkai to integrate, meaning that Kagome would be attending a school tomorrow which would hold demons. The thought unnerved Eki, her daughter, though strange and bold, was still very innocent and pure. She worried terribly for Kagome’s safety; she’d never been trained, or even knew of her own special miko powers. Lord knows what Kagome would try to do if she knew she had powers, probably purify everything her path, just for a laugh.

She looked fondly at her daughter, her eyes softening as they took in the remarkable resemblance Kagome shared with her late father. Her eyes were just as her father’s used to be, warm, kind, and understanding. She held her father’s height, being slightly taller then most girls of her age, standing at a height of five foot eight, she stood out. It wasn’t often hard for her to make friends, she wasn’t in the least shy or quiet, and she always seemed to bring a smile to the person’s face which she was with. She did though, have her mother’s hair, but decided on having it long, though her mother protested. Short hair was so much easier, and a teenager needs all the breaks they can get. Kagome had stuck to it though, and her mother was secretly happy she had. Her daughter’s hair was absolutely gorgeous, as dark as a raven’s feather and just as shiny, it cascaded in luxurious waves down to the small of her back.

Kagome stood under her mother’s gaze, backing away slowly, the look her mother had for the last five minutes was unnerving. “Um, yeah . . . So, mom, I’m gonna go,” She turned with a jerk and walked to the door, slipping on her worn black flip flops pulling on the knob, “Be back soon.” Just as she put a foot out of the door, she heard her little brother Souta’s loud yell.

“Mom! I want to go too!” His voice was whiny, and it made the hair on the back of Kagome’s neck stand on end.

“No, kiddo, you can’t. Only big kids can be out this late.” It was only seven o’clock, but still, she was not about to take her brother around town with her.

“Mom!” He stamped his foot, “Make Kagome take me too!”

His mother gave him a look, “No.” He started to tear up, but she quickly added, having her mother sense tingle, “But you can have some ice cream, in the freezer dear.” He grinned, and ran into the kitchen, saying something like, “Stupid sisters.”

Kagome laughed and shouted, though she expected him not to hear, “Love you too, bro!” and exited her new home. She sighed, beginning to make the walk that took her off of the family shrine. Apparently, her grandfather had run it for years before his death, and had meant to pass it on to his son-in-law, Kagome’s father. But he had died long before he was able to. Kagome shoved the thought away, kicking a discarded can of cola from her feet’s path. Now was not the time to think of dead fathers and forgotten homes. Now was the time to explore and make a complete ass of herself in front of anyone who would bother noticing.

Her eyes drifted about her surroundings, which admittedly, were nothing exciting. A few houses, a dog here and there, and maybe a nice car, but nothing really interesting. She fingered the can of pepper spray that was tucked into her pant’s pocket, wondering if she’d ever get a chance to actually use it.

“Probably not,” she sighed, dropping it back into the depths of the neon blue plaid material. Her pants, oh how she loved them. Her mother, being the conservative vanilla woman she was, had objected outright to buying them, saying they screamed “Odd” and that she would not have her daughter wearing them.

That’s when the pout had come into play. She sniffled, looking at the pants and then to her mother, and back to the pants maybe a hundred times before her mother had thrown her hands up in defeat, giving a frustrated cry of, “Oh for heaven’s sake, fine!”

They were perfect, and they actually matched the shirt she was wearing, which was odd for her. Usually, she tried to not match, to be obviously odd. But the black shirt she wore said plainly, in neon blue writing, “I Was Uncool Before Uncool Was Cool.” And it was true. The day that she’d been allowed to dress herself, she’d discarded all of her clothes and taken her father’s, wearing the much too big articles of clothing until he’d bought her some “cool boy clothes” of her own. Girl clothes had always been too . . . well, girly for her tastes. She wore them now, but she made sure they weren’t girly at all.

Oh, the times her mother told her it wasn’t normal for a girl to wear boy clothes, or how it wasn’t normal to ride the kiddy rides at fairs and squeal loudly, you apparently weren’t supposed to sit in the center of your local mall and shout obscene things: that last one had gotten her into quite a bit of trouble with the mall cops, and had her thrown out of most of the stores in the mall for a length of six months. She laughed, remembering how the security guard had almost called the local mental hospital to come pick her and her buddies up. They’d left then, of course, but not without a last, “Keep the monkeys away!”

She heard a familiar sound pulling her from her thoughts. She could make out the scrapes and screeches, the rough laughter and crashes.

“Oh, god, thank you.” She breathed, setting eyes on what was made to be a small skate park. Falling to her knees, she through her gaze up at the sky, before bowing deeply.

“What the fuck is your deal, wench?” A gruff voice brought her head shooting upwards, her eyes blazing with fury.

“Did you just call me a fucking wench?” She pushed herself off the ground, dusting off her knees, her gaze finally meeting who’d so rudely greeted her.

She gave a sharp intake of breath.

God, damn, he was hot. His silver hair fell down to his waist, and it shone in the twilight, his eyes were the most intense amber she’d ever seen, and the fuzzy little dog-ears on top of his—

“Dog ears?” Her confused voice rang out, her thought changing itself into speak.

Said ears twitched, and she felt the unexplainable need to tweak them. Closing the space between her and the silver-haired doggy boy, she slowly reached up; her eyes trained on his, and clasped her fingertips around the fuzzy triangles.

Slowly rubbing her index and forefinger around, she moved her hand up and down the slope of the white appendage. She almost giggled as his eyes closed in sheer bliss, a low rumbling that sounded oddly like a purr escaping his parted lips.

She did indeed giggle, rubbing a bit harder, when she felt his hands move to rest on her hips. Looking around him, seeing as he was too tall for her to look over, she noticed that no one had noticed their small exchange, and so continued in her activity.

Her hands froze when she felt something very solid pressing against her lower stomach. That couldn’t be what she thought it was, there was no way. How could he? She felt something like claws digging into the now bared skin on her hip, and she panicked.

He wasn’t.

He couldn’t be, they didn’t exist. They weren’t real, they were only tales made up to frighten children into behaving. But, the ears, the purr, the claws, the eyes. . .

“Aw, why’d you stop? You were being such a good little bitch.” His voice held amusement, and he rocked his hips foreword with a suggestive grin on his handsome face. He laughed at hearing the ‘eep’ing sound she made, keeping his hands planted firmly on her hips.

Kagome wasn’t so far gone in her fear that she missed what he called her.

“Y-you just called me a bitch. . .” Blazing chocolate eyes met molten gold ones as a silent battle of wills raged on.

“No, I didn’t,” He reasoned, lifting a clawed hand from her hip to her face, clearing a glossy piece of ebony hair from her eyes. “I called you a good little bitch,” She couldn’t believe what this guy was saying!

Someone sure needed a good swift kick in the ass!

“I’m InuYasha, by the way,” His hand closed around her small chin, and he eyed her, turning her head to the side and back, “You’re not too bad looking, wench,”

“Now just wait a fucking minute, you can’t appraise me like I’m a piece of meat!” Her hands, long since removed from the soft ears that had initiated this conflict, balled up into fists at her sides as she tried to channel her anger away from the idea of socking the asshole in the mouth. He was going to fucking listen to her for one second. “I do have a name, you know!”

His eyes roamed, and it made her rather uncomfortable; she resisted the desire to squirm, knowing it would only prove to him that she was weaker.

Like hell she was weaker. She never backed down, ever. See if this fucker could last a minute against Kagome, he’d be running home crying with his metaphorical tail between his legs.

“So, what is it then, bitch?” She could tell by the tone of his voice he was now calling her names only to anger her.

What, did he like get off on other people’s anger? Was he some kind of fucked-up sadist?

With a low growl she was fairly sure didn’t belong coming from a human’s mouth, she answered, “Kagome,” He seemed amused, which only seemed to piss her off more, “My name is Kagome.”

The hand that rested on her chin released its grasp, only to run through her obsidian locks, twirling a strand around one long finger, the other hand still residing comfortably on her hip. “Kagome, huh?” She made no move to answer; she knew she wasn’t supposed to. “It’s nice I guess,” Until presently he’d been eyeing the strand of silk wrapped around his long, clawed finger, but he suddenly shot his eyes back to hers, a smirk gracing his voluptuous lips. “But I like bitch, better.”

That’s it, that’s the last straw, the last fucking straw. The camel’s back has been broken, and now the camel is pissed. Wait, what? Was she a camel then? Silently cursing confusing metaphors, Kagome brought a hand up to poke ‘Mr. Asshole’; as she had so lovingly named him, square in the chest. She doubted he even felt it.

“And if you call me it one more time,” Her voice was dangerously low, venom dripping from every syllable, “I’ll show you what a bitch I really can be, dog boy.”

A large grin spread across his lips, and she paled. That’s not what’s supposed to happen! He’s supposed to get all upset! Before she could hurl another insult his way, he had leaned forward ‘till his lips brushed against the shell of her multi-pierced ear, causing her to gasp quietly. She didn’t expect that. . .

“Promise?” His voice was husky, and she shivered at the intensity of it. She could feel the smirk that his mouth had formed against her ear, and she growled. If that’s how he wanted it, two could play that game.

She allowed a small hand to slide its way up the hard plains of his stomach, to come to rest on his muscled chest, constantly reassuring herself it was out of revenge, not for her own pleasure. At the intimate contact she displayed, InuYasha’s head came back to look her in the eye. The jolt of electricity that shot through her as their eyes met, gave her an uneasy sort of feeling in her stomach, she brushed it off as bad sushi, returning to her little plan. Leaning up on her tiptoes, she brought her mouth close enough to his so that when she whispered, he could feel her hot breath fanning against the wetness of his mouth.

“Promise.” She watched as his eyes glazed over with something she couldn’t really name, and he slowly tilted his head forward. Her mind was shouting at her to flee, but her body stayed rooted. Just as she felt his lips brush against hers, a voice that didn’t belong to either party broke her trance.

“Hey, ‘Yasha! Are you gonna come show us that ‘new move’ ya been braggin’ about?” Kagome instantly wrenched herself away from InuYasha at the sound of the masculine voice, her pale cheeks blazing. Her eyes shot back to InuYasha as a loud growl erupted from him. Kagome decided that was her sign that it was time to leave.

“Well, uh, yeah. I’m, uh, going to be going now,” She turned on her heel and began running from the scene.

As she fled from the site where the single most disturbing and intriguing moment of her life had happened, one thought ran through her head.

“What a prick!”

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A boy around the age of sixteen sat, legs thrust outward, on the hard concrete as he watched his friends attempt to copy the tricks he himself could easily do on Tetsusaiga, his skateboard, grinning as they only managed to fall on their asses. He threw his head back as a loud bark of laughter escaped him, the sight of his fallen comrades driving him into a fit of utter happiness. He wasn’t some kind of sadist or anything. . .

“Fucking hell!” Miroku, his best friend of Kami knows how long, yelled from his place in the open dumpster. InuYasha had to hold his sides in his clawed hands, for he felt that they just might split.

Okay, so maybe he was a little bit of a sadist. But, who wouldn’t have laughed at the sight of a boy flying through the air screaming, then landing in a dumpster full of disgusting trash probably hurting himself in some way in the process? It was human, well, in his case, hanyou nature.

“Oh, god, thank you,”

His ears twitched, the fuzzy white triangles facing the direction in which he heard a young woman’s voice. He glanced around, wondering if he could go inspect what was happening out of everyone else’s earshot. Well, it wasn’t like his friends were going to awe him with some fantastic stunt he himself couldn’t have done. With a bored sigh, he heaved himself up off the ground, leaving his beloved board in the safekeeping of Sango, who knew that if a single scratch came upon it, she’d be dead.

With a leap that seemed to take absolutely no effort from the leaper, he had landed on the other side of the skate park, crouched down low with his legs bent beneath him. He quickly stood, and took a long, thorough sniff of the surrounding area.

What greeted him was possibly the most enticing, intoxicating, magnificent scent he’d ever had the pleasure to experience. It was somewhere along the lines of mint, strawberry, and that scent right after the first rain of the year. His amber eyes closed in sheer bliss at the beauty of it, a low growl rumbling through his throat. Whoever belonged to that scent, was his. He knew it; he could feel his youkai stirring from that scent. He took another sniff, deciding to investigate his future bitch a bit further. She was most certainly unmarked; he could smell no other demon scent on her. Another sniff. His eyes snapped open, an appreciate growl rumbling from his throat as a satisfied smirk came to his face. His bitch was a virgin.

Satisfied with what he knew for now, he took to finding her, hoping to god that she wasn’t some disfigured wretch. What his eyes fell upon had him baffled.

She was on her knees, her head bowed, obsidian hair falling in waves in front of her. Curious, he shouted, “What the fuck is your deal, wench?”

As her head shot up, and he got a first glimpse of his bitch. . .

Well, let’s just say he was surprised he didn’t take her right then and there. The only noticeable change was the slight tightening of his jaw, and the burning in his amber pools. What happened next surprised him, as well.

“Did you just call me a fucking wench?” She stood, and brushed herself off, trying, obviously, to make herself more tolerable for him. Her eyes finally lifted, matching his own gaze, when he heard her gasp. He watched with a self-satisfied smirk as her chocolate eyes roamed over his body, starting at his feet and stopping on his—

“Dog ears?” Said ears twitched as she announced that, the confusion in her voice and scent quite clear to InuYasha. He didn’t move an inch as she stepped forward, a warm smile on her face, he willed himself not to stop her as her hands went slowly to his ears, and began to rub the small appendages. As she rubbed, he let his eyes close from the sheer pleasure he was receiving from this girl’s ministrations. He wanted to praise her on her wonderful instincts. He hadn’t even had to tell her how to bring him pleasure; his bitch had figured it out all on her own. As she began to rub the slightest bit harder, he began to purr, resting his clawed hands on her hips. He didn’t hear her small giggle, or notice that movement she made to look around him. His mind was reeling with the pleasurable feelings her fingers were bringing him, his member almost instantly becoming hard with her soft touch.

His eyes shot open when he felt her stiffen, smelt the change in her scent. He looked down at her, and noticed she was just staring at his chest, not moving an inch, as the emotions flashed across her face. He watched as her eyes shot downwards, eyeing his obvious erection, and her scent spiked with fear. He could swear, though, that somewhere beneath that fear, arousal laced her scent. Deciding that this just standing here and not doing anything thing was boring him, he spoke up.

“Aw, why’d you stop? You were being such a good little bitch.” He wanted to laugh, as he smelt the anger in her scent.

“Y-you just called me a bitch. . .” He had to give her credit; the way her brown eyes blazed when she was pissed was a bit intimidating, but hardly up to his level. He met her eyes with a smoldering stare of his own, grinning as they silently fought for dominance.

“No, I didn’t,” He reasoned, lifting a clawed hand from her hip to her face, clearing a glossy piece of ebony hair from her eyes. “I called you a good little bitch,” He grinned as her scent spiked with anger and defiance.

He always liked a feisty bitch.

“I’m InuYasha, by the way,” His hand closed around her small chin, and he eyed her, turning her head to the side and back, “You’re not too bad looking, wench,”

“Now just wait a fucking minute, you can’t appraise me like I’m a piece of meat!” Her hands, long since removed from the soft ears that had initiated this conflict, balled up into fists at her sides, as she looked like she was about to punch him. He wanted to laugh; she was just so adorably stubborn! “I do have a name, you know!”

He said nothing as his eyes began to wander over her magnificent body. She had concealed her curves in a large shirt, but he could still faintly detect the swell of her bosom through the material. Her hips were rounded just the right amount, perfect for birthing healthy pups, and her legs were long and lean. She was in a word, stunning. Her features looked as though they were carved from the likeness of a goddess; with a small button nose, large doe eyes, high cheekbones, and a beautiful mouth lined with deliciously plump lips that were just ripe for the kissing. Boy, could his nose really pick ‘em out.

He could see the determination in her eyes, and he grinned.

“So, what is it then, bitch?” It was obvious that being called a bitch angered her, and her scent was so sweet with that stubborn streak, he just had to bring it out in her.

He was becoming more and more aware of his possible sadism.

With a growl that could have surpassed even his, she answered, “Kagome,” His eyes sparkled with amusement, was she really this angry? “My name is Kagome.”

The hand that rested on her chin released its grasp, only to run through her obsidian locks, twirling a strand around one long finger, the other hand still residing comfortably on her hip. “Kagome, huh?” Her hair was like silk, and he resisted the urge to bury his head in it and take a deep breath. “It’s nice I guess,” Until presently he’d been eyeing the strand of silk wrapped around his long, clawed finger, but he suddenly shot his eyes back to hers, a smirk gracing his voluptuous lips. “But I like bitch, better.”

His eyes glittered, her anger was stronger then ever before, and he loved it. The scent of her anger mixed with her natural scent, and a tinge of her arousal, was enough to keep him painfully hard. He watched, almost laughing, as she poked an oddly colored fingernail into his chest. Was he even supposed to feel that?

“And if you call me it one more time,” Her voice was dangerously low, and he could hear the poison in each word, “I’ll show you what a bitch I really can be, dog boy.”

A large grin spread across his lips, what a woman. She was upset that her ‘threat’ hadn’t had more of an effect on him, that was certain. And so, to drive it home, he leaned forward with his demon speed, and placed his lips at the shell of her pierced ear.

“Promise?” He added all the sexy husk to his voice he could, and put all the hope and lust he had behind it as well. He smirked, satisfied with her reaction, as she shivered slightly.

He jumped somewhat as he felt her hand on his stomach, it was shaking slightly, controlled and determined. He closed his eyes, the intimate contact giving him goose bumps as her hand slid upward. He leaned back, wanting to search her eyes for possible fallacy. When he met her gaze, he felt a shock, something like when he put the fork in that socket that one time. When she leaned up on her tiptoes, and brought her mouth so close to his, as to kiss him, he completely stilled.

“Promise.” His bitch had just verbally accepted him. He knew that if he didn’t make contact with her in some way, now, that’d he’d go insane. So, with slow and dramatic effect, he inclined his head, bringing his lips a whisper away from hers, readying for what would be the most amazing kiss of his life. ‘Mine. . .’

“Hey, ‘Yasha! Are you gonna come show us that ‘new move’ ya been braggin’ about?” Fucking, hell, Miroku. He tried to keep his youkai in check, it screaming at him to rip his best friend to shreds and fuck Kagome right there. He growled as he felt Kagome wrench from his grasp, backing up slowly.

“Well, uh, yeah. I’m, uh, going to be going now,” Her voice was shaky, and uncertain as she turned on her heel and dashed away from him.

As he watched her long legs carry her away from him, one thought raced through his head.

“What a bitch!”


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