ABC and LSD

Disclaimer:
*sobs* Okay, okay! They’re not mine, they never were, and they never will be.
DAMN YOU TAKAHASHI!

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.

The black, electric clock on the table that resided comfortably beside the large bed, read clearly: ‘7:00’, as it began to play the song that was to wake the beauty from her slumber.

“You say, I should do it differently
I don’t, necessarily agree
Stand up, sit down, be nice!
Did you hear me ask for your advice?”

A large lump of what appeared to a be a person rolled around in the sheets of a plush bed, groaning. “Kelly, take a leaf from your own book or tree or whatever, and shut up.” Her hand reached out to switch off the offending song, longing for the sanctuary the silence of sleep had given her. A fresh verse of ‘Shut up’ kept her hand at bay.

“Don’t bother trying to tell me your beliefs
Your point of view is pretty screwed to me
Do this, do that, on track
Do me a favor, and don’t talk back!”

“ Round and round
And the conversation always ends where it began.
Round and round, and I need a vacation
I got a headache from you. . .”

“Shut up! Don’t want to hear your voice
Shut up! I’m sick of all the noise
There’s nothing that you can say
That means a damn thing to me!
Shut up!”

A brush clutched in her hand, Kagome began jumping up and down on her bed, screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs.

“Blah blah, blah blah, blah blah, blah blah, blah
That’s what it sounds like you said to me.
You nag and you brag and i gag.
There’s so much beauty in what we had. . .”

“Kagome Higurashi! Stop that infernal racket this instant!” Her mother sure could screech when she wanted to. With a dutiful chorus of ‘Yes, mother’, she had jumped down from her bed, and stood, wiping the sleep from her chocolate eyes. “Get down here, and be ready!”

Kagome froze. “Uh, mom? Ready for what?” She almost dreaded the answer.

“School, dear, of course!” Shit, shit, shit, shit! No! School bad!

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” She cursed allowed, clenching her eyes shut, and opening them, praying it was all a dream and her summer would live on. The clock on her bedside table clearly read 7:00 a.m., on a ‘beautiful Monday morning’. It wasn’t a dream, and school started in 10 minutes.

“SHIT!” She scrambled about her room, changing from her grubby nightclothes to her ‘school clothes’. She pulled on a black mini skirt with neon blue (A/N: Sensing a pattern here?) plaid zip-up pleats, with three matching buckles on the side. Hopping from one foot to the other, she managed to yank on her matching blue knee-high stockings and black Mary Janes. (A/N: For the sake of individuality, there will be no uniforms in this story. I despise them, and wish them ill fate.)

Pulling on a plain black tank top, she finished off by running her fingers messily through her hair, and slipping on a white, off the shoulder fishnet over-shirt. She grabbed her bag and ran at top speed downstairs, before screaming and running back up, remembering that she had forgot the most important piece of all.

“Makeup!” She explained, setting down her bag at the kitchen table and nodding to her mother’s confused self.

Before her mother could utter a protest about how much make up her daughter wore, she was back down, her eyes dusted with charcoal shadow, and lined with white and blue eyeliner. (A/N: It looks cool, trust me.) The shimmering of what appeared to be glitter graced the curve of her brow, and the smooth lines of her temples.

“No time for breakfast, mom. Gonna miss the buss!” She gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek, patted her brother Souta’s head, and rubbed the pet cat, Buyo’s, ears. She streaked out of the door and down the street to her bus stop, leather-clad feet stomping the whole way there.

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InuYasha sighed as he sat at the large breakfast table in his well furnished home, staring out of the window onto the acreage or so of lush green grass. He’d dreamt about Kagome all night, waking up more then a few times breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, and hard as a rail.

He was also worried, though, mind you! He wasn’t completely insensitive. His bitch was out there, all alone, with no one to protect her. What would happen if someone decided to attack her.

“They’ll die, most slowly and painfully.” The fact that he sounded almost identical to his half-brother, Sesshoumaru, was of no concern to him. He set his ramen down, and stood, his face set into a scowl. “I have to find her.”

“Oh, no ye don’t, InuYasha.” He cursed. Stupid old hag!

His nurse, Keade, had stepped into the dining room, watching him with her remaining eye. “Keh.” He huffed, sitting back down with his arms crossed across his chest. “Shut up, hag, you don’t even know what I’m talking about.”

She smiled warmly, stepping toward to young master with what could only be described as the steps taken by the men on their way to the executioner’s. You could never be too careful around an hormonally driven, teenage hanyou.

“I assume, InuYasha, that ye are speaking of a woman that ye have developed feelings for?” She let a wry grin pass over her old features as she saw InuYasha stiffen slightly, before slumping down further in his chair.

“Mind your own business, wench.” He stood, and crossed the space between the table and the door, narrowing his eyes on her. He growled as she held her hand in front of the door.

“And just where do ye think ye are going?” He just wanted to rip out her spine and stuff it down her throat right about now.

“To school, where do you think?” He yelped as he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and brought his hand there to comfort the sure to be bump. “What the hell was that for!?”

“Mind your manners, InuYasha, and I needn’t strike you so,” Sometimes, he just wanted to slap that woman.

“Feh!” He shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. “If I’m late then you’ll be in trouble, hag.” Storming out of the spacious dining room, and into the entrance hall, he heard her scoff and whisper, “And that frightens me so,”

“Stupid old hag,” He grumbled, grabbing his large black bag, and Tetsusaiga, before opening the door.

“Hanyou,” The voice was about as cold as you could get, though he was sure the speaker found it ever so endearing.

“What, Fluffy-sama?” He snickered; bowing his head as to make his bangs shield his mirth-filled eyes.

He could hear the shudder; smell the suppressed rage. “Do not call me that, for the last time, InuYasha.” His half-brother, the full Inu-youkai, gracefully descended the grand marble staircase that lead to the second floor of their magnificent mansion, and made his way over to InuYasha.

“Fine, fine. You’re no fun, you know that Sesshoumaru?” The demon merely rolled his amber eyes, shaking his head slightly.

“I came to ask, hanyou,” InuYasha wondered if Sesshoumaru thought that being a hanyou bothered him. In all truth, it didn’t. It didn’t matter he was only half demon, and only half human. It only meant that he was more then just a human, or just a demon. He was, in a way, the best of both worlds.

(A/N: I am so sick and tired of InuYasha feeling bad about being a hanyou, have some pride, man!)

“Yes. . .?” InuYasha prompted as his brother fell silent. “Came to ask what. . .?”

“Are you going to be needing a ride, or are you going to leap through the air like the bird brain you are?” He spoke evenly, slowly, deliberately. Sesshoumaru was surely not one to be rushed; he did what he wanted, when he wanted. No one had ever expected anything different.

“Are you offering me a ride, dearest brother?” He grinned. It was so much fun to tick him off.

“Obviously.” Well, that was pretty final.

He shrugged, and began walking out of the door. “Sure, thanks.”

Sesshoumaru sighed. Why did he even put up with his hanyou of a brother? He could’ve killed him after their father had died and left him the estate, but still, looking into the baby’s amber orbs, he felt a pang of sympathy.

“I’m sorry, but are you sure you’re a demon, Sesshoumaru? You’re slower then old Keade!” InuYasha laughed, lounging in his brother’s expensive sports car. If he couldn’t be worried over his bitch, he would make everyone’s day, hell.

“You should mind her more respect, hanyou. She is a very wise and strong miko.” InuYasha yawned, was his brother ever going to stop doing the whole ‘I’m a demon lord, look at my formality!’ thing?

“Mhm, come on Sesshy. We shan’t be late for school!” He laughed as he watched Sesshoumaru descend into his car, as graceful as any ballerina. “Bro, you’re absolutely sure you’re not gay?”

“He is your brother. He is your brother. He is your brother.” InuYasha grinned, beaming at Sesshoumaru’s obvious annoyance.

“Hi-ho silver, away!”

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“Sorry!” Kagome squealed for what must have been the hundredth time in the last two minutes as she darted about the busy halls. She just couldn’t seem to find her class. ‘Stupid confusing halls!’

A surge of hope went through her as she saw the silver hair she remembered, and dreamt about, from yesterday.

“Inu. . .” She tried to remember, biting her lip. “InuYasha!” She shouted, running over to prod him in the back. When her lovely ‘Mr. Asshole’ turned around, she gasped.

“You’re not InuYasha!” Her chocolate orbs went wide, as she stared at what she could have sworn was her “friend” from the former day. Though, she noted, he had these strange facial markings, and his features were slightly more feminine.

“WENCH! How dare you even think to approach Lord Sesshoumaru-sama like that!” Kagome’s eyes shot down to see a short, odd-looking boy standing at who she guessed was Sesshoumaru’s, feet. She growled, narrowing her eyes on the toad-boy thing.

“Excuse me?” Her voice shook with anger, and the toad thing backed away slightly. “I’m sorry, but I believe you just called me a wench. Please, tell me I’ve made a dire mistake, tell me that my ears do deceive me. Because, toad thing,” She bent down some, growling out her next few words, “No one calls me a wench, and lives to tell the tale.”

“Must you insult my poor, ‘toad thing’, girl?” Sesshoumaru eyed the girl, she had nerve, and courage, he could tell that.

“Must your toad thing insult me? I’m sorry, but the way he acts you’d think you were a God or something. Excuse me, Sesshoumaru, was it? But, I see nothing to prove you are an otherwise normal being. Demon, or no.” She met his gaze, her eyes shining with what seemed to be pride.

Toad thing squealed and jumped toward her, shaking his fist. “You will address Lord Sesshoumaru-sama as such, you impertinent ningen!” She merely scoffed and lowered her hand, giving him a good flick on his beak-like nose.

“Hush, toad thing.” Sesshoumaru smiled, and bent his head the slightest bit.

“Please excuse the rude comments of my toad thing, Lady. . .?”

“Kagome,” She supplied, puzzled. Was Mr. Godly being nice to her? She smiled as he grasped her hand, and brought her knuckles to his lips in a gentleman’s kiss.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Kagome.” She couldn’t escape the blush that crept up her cheeks. What a gentleman! Not like that rude, controlling, asshole InuYasha.

As he released her hand, she made what she guessed was a small curtsy, and smiled up at him. “The pleasure, surely, is all mine, Lord Sesshoumaru.”

He smiled a dazzling smile, allowing his pointed fangs to come into view. “You may call me Sesshoumaru, Kagome.” She sensed the respect in his gaze, and it made her pride swell. “I’d love to speak with you more, Kagome, but I’m afraid I have a class to get to and business to attend.” He bowed his head slightly one last time, before gliding past the small girl and down the hall, his ‘entourage’ following close behind.

“Oh, shit!” She gripped her bag tight, and ran down the hall. “I still don’t know where my class is!” The schedule read ‘Room 103’, but in her rush, she couldn’t find the blasted room! If she hadn’t had to move, then she wouldn’t have had to come to this new school, she wouldn’t be lost, and she wouldn’t be called a wench constantly!

“Oy, bitch.” Her eye twitched as she recognized the speaker. She chose to ignore him, and kept on fuming about how horrible her new school was. “Hey, bitch, I’m talking to you!”

“First off, InuYasha, my name is not bitch, my name is Kagome. Kah-go-may! Does your tiny mind comprehend this? Second,” She chewed her bottom lip nervously. This wasn’t going to be fun, “Where’s room 103?”

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InuYasha smirked, satisfied that his bitch had come to him for help. (A/N: He just doesn’t get it, does he? Well, I still love him! *snuggles Inu*) He grinned as she turned to see him, but his grin quickly turned to a scowl.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing walking around dressed like that?” Not that he didn’t admire the way her legs looked in those stockings, or the way that shirt clung to her beautiful curves, but, really! His bitch was not about to walk around, flaunting her body like that. What if some fucker tried to take her?

“What?” He could see the tick in her eye, she was pissed. “Look, you’re so fucking lucky that I have a class to get to, or you would be fucking dead. You got that? I don’t care who you think you are, but you have no right to treat me like your property.”

He stood there, eyes wide, as she stomped away. He went over her last words in his mind, ‘. . . no right to treat me like your property.’ His youkai stirred, begging, once again, to shove her against the wall, dominate her and make her officially his. “Oh, Kagome, you are my property.”

He quickly rushed to her side, and dragged her, kicking and screaming, into a nearby room.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?” His ears flattened against his head, and he growled. Grabbing her forcefully by the shoulders, he pushed her against the wall with gentle strength, making sure she didn’t hit her head. (A/N: Awww.)

“Look, Kagome, you need to get this through your head. You are mine, okay? Yesterday, at the skate park, you verbally promised yourself to me.” He watched as the emotions flew across her face, as if she couldn’t decide what to feel. A mix between confusion, anger, and intrigue riddled her features.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” She was generally confused. Didn’t she know that verbal acceptance was just as good as physical in the world of youkai? “Look, I really need to get to class, so let me go.” She squirmed around, trying to worm her way from his grasp, but he only tightened it, pressing his hard body against her soft one.

“Kagome,” He sighed, trying to find the words, closing his eyes tightly when he couldn’t express his feelings. With a swiftness and force that rivaled any demon, he had slashed his lips across hers, kissing her with all the passion he felt for her at that moment. He felt her lips part against his, as a moan escaped her. He took immediate advantage of the situation, and dove his tongue into her wet mouth.

He groaned.

She tasted twice as good as she smelled, and the way she was trying to kiss him back with her lack of experience, made his member harden. He let go of her arms, running a hand through her hair and gripping it hard, pulling hard enough to arch her neck toward him.

His lips traveled down the side of her jaw, leaving gentle kisses on every inch of her smooth skin, lowering until he found the hollow of her throat. He allowed a growl to escape him before attacking her neck with wet, hot kisses, leaving her skin burning with his touch.

“Inu. . . InuYasha.” Her moan made him instinctively thrust his hips forward, his eyes beginning to bleed red. He smirked as his bitch began writhing against him, his fangs scraping against the juncture of her neck and shoulder, his free hand now roughly rubbing a plump breast. Just a bit further, when her mind was hazed with lust, and he could claim her. Just a bit longer. . .

“Uh. . .” His head snapped back, eyes red as he saw a young red-haired boy standing at the doorway. He gulped, his green eyes widening in fright. He wore the brightly colored sash of a hall monitor, a small slip of paper tucked in his hand.

“Shippou, leave,” He growled out, his body tense. He felt the girl he was holding stiffen, and smelt the fear in her scent. “You are lucky we’re in the presence of my bitch, runt, or you’d have a bit to fear.”

“Now wait just a fucking minute.” His eyes quickly shifted to wide amber pools, casting them back to the girl he had pinned.

Kagome was back.

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She wouldn’t, couldn’t believe what had just happened. She hadn’t just let InuYasha kiss her like that, he hadn’t been rubbing her chest the way she had imagined. It all seemed like an outer-body experience now that she had her mind cleared of that damn haze. She glowered at InuYasha, and then at the one who had opened the door.

She froze.

It was a kid! A little, innocent, adorable little kid! She couldn’t believe what she heard next.

“You are lucky we’re in the presence of my bitch, runt, or you’d have a bit to fear.”
Oh, no he just did not.

“Now wait just a fucking minute.” She seethed, and felt relieved as InuYasha released his hold on her. “You cannot treat such a little kid like that,” She frowned, and ran over to said child, laying a hand on his fluffy red head.

“He’s not as young as he looks, Kagome,” He seemed kind of haughty, like he’d just won a contest she wasn’t aware of. “He’s a fox-demon.”

Her eyes shot down, scanning the youngster. He looked like an ordinary boy, normal eyes, normal nose, normal mouth, normal pointy ears—Wait, he had weird ears too? “You’re really a demon?” She questioned, moving around him and spotting a fluffy appendage that she guessed was his tail. “OH! HOW CUTE!” She instantly reached down and picked the bundle up, cradling him against her and cooing over him.

He could hear the growl InuYasha produced, he was obviously quite jealous of the attention this kid, Shippou, was getting.

“Um, miss?” His voice was still kind of squeaky, and she giggled.

“Yes, honey?”

“Could you please put me down? You’re kind of cutting of my oxygen supply.” He was choking! She sat him down quickly, rubbing the back of her neck absently.

“So sorry, kiddo, didn’t realize I was still holding you.” He smiled up at her, giving her a nod, and stepped back.

“What do you want, anyways, runt?” InuYasha had placed himself beside Kagome, glowering at the small child.

She could just not understand him sometimes.

She giggled as Shippou cleared his throat, his demeanor becoming positively professional.

“You and Miss. . .”

“Kagome, honey,” She giggled again. He was just so cute!

“You and Miss Kagome, thanks, have received detention for being tardy to your first period class.” Kagome paled.

“Are you serious!?”

“He’s not so cute now, is he, bitch?” Kagome’s eye gave another twitch, and she resisted the urge to smack InuYasha in the head.

“InuYasha?” She made her tone syrupy sweet, batting her thick eyelashes at him.

“Yeah?” He smirked, arrogantly, and licked his lips.

Men.

“Fuck off.”

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Ooh! There’s the kiss I was FORCED to write! Hehe. Well, here’s your second chapter, which, admittedly, is not as long as the first, but still. It’s enough, right? Hehe, g’night!

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