ABC and LSD

Disclaimer:
If they were mine, do you think I’d be sitting here, writing this fanfic instead of off cruising the Bahamas with my favorite hanyou?

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.

A/N:
Attention all readers! This is not a Sess/Kag ship. It is strictly InuYasha/Kagome. I have nothing against the Sess/Kag pair, but I prefer Inu/Kag. Gentlemen are supposed to kiss a lady on the hand as a greeting. Sesshoumaru merely respects Kagome; he harbors no other feelings for her. And, sorry jodibetz, but Kikyou will be making a large appearance in this story. Worry not; InuYasha only has eyes for his bitch.

Chapter three.

If it was the last thing she did, she was going to pay InuYasha back for today. Not only had he made her late to her first class, gotten her detention, and embarrassed her in front of the adorable little kid; he’d bugged her all day. Apparently, as luck would have it, they had six classes together. She only escaped his clutches for her art and Independent study classes.

It was lunch now, and she had taken it to herself to hide from InuYasha in the far corner of the large cafeteria. If she was lucky, he’d lose track of her in the midst of all these people. She was swirling her potatoes around lazily, resting her chin in her free hand, supported by her elbow on the table’s surface.

She wasn’t really hungry, now that she thought about it; it was kind of stupid to actually buy a lunch. It was all that damn InuYasha! He had her confused and annoyed, “The idiot.”

“Oh no no, I’m not American.” Kagome’s head perked up. Was that a Green Day reference? What met her eyes surprised her. It was a girl. Her hair was long, and dark brown, with streaks of bright green. Kagome smiled.

“Ie, or y?” If this girl knew Green Day, she’d be able to answer this.

“Ie, darling, of course.” Kagome died, well, kind of. She felt like she was dead, like this was some weird alternative heaven.

“You’re my friend now, okay?” She grinned and held out her hand, “My name’s Kagome, by the way.”

The girl grasped her hand and shook it vigorously, jokingly so. “Sango. Cult member?”

“Of course. Got a Billie shrine back home.” They were speaking of Billie Joe, of course, the oh so sexy front man of Green Day, an alternative rock band of the 90’s. (A/N: If you’ve never heard of them, or haven’t heard a song. Go now to their site: www.greenday.com . They’re . . . orgasmic.)

The girl named Sango took a seat next to Kagome, swinging a very long, corduroy clad leg over the fiberglass bench. “It’s so nice to meet someone who has decent taste in music. Most people around here are in love with that bullshit Good Charlotte.” (I can’t stand that damn pop, yes I said POP, band. Fucking punk MY ASS.)

Kagome shuddered. “How disgusting. Are you still living through the punk fad here?”

Sango glared over her shoulder at the assembled student body. “Yes. It disgusts me. God damned little preppy bitches go out and buy up everything they see some stupid slut wearing in a teenage zine.” She turned back to Kagome, looked at the apple sitting on her tray and asked, “Hey, are you gonna eat that?” Kagome shook her head. Sango grabbed it and took a large, intimidating bite from it. “I mean, the other day, some little bitch comes up to me and asks me where I got my ‘punk shirt’.”

Kagome snorted, but said nothing, seeing that Sango was busy chewing a large piece of juicy apple. She swallowed, and continued, “What the fuck exactly is a ‘punk shirt’ anyways? I don’t believe I own anything that says ‘Punk’ on it.”

“I understand. Happens to me all the time. Just makes you want to punch things, huh?” Sango nodded and took another bite, a bit of juice splattering Kagome in the face. She made a noise in the back of her throat and wiped it off, glaring at Sango who said through a mass of apple.

“Sorry.” Kagome nodded. Setting down the apple, Sango cocked her head to the side, “So, who were you talking about earlier?”

“What?” Kagome gave a puzzled look, her brows furrowing together slightly.

“I believed you were talking about ‘the idiot’. Who is, ‘the idiot’?” The instant she asked the question, she kind of wished she hadn’t.

“The idiot, is a bossy, possessive, over-bearing, arrogant, self-diluted asshole who thinks that I am. . . Oh, how did he put it again? Oh, yes, his bitch. It’s so fucking annoying, Sango, you have no idea. Are all men here like that? ‘You’re my bitch, blah blah blah. . .’ I mean, really! I may not much about demon courting and stuff but I would assume one has to give consent before one becomes another’s mate!” Kagome was growling, as she seemed to be doing a lot lately. Ever since her first encounter with InuYasha. Fucking asshole thinks he’s so fucking high and mighty.

Sango’s head had slowly inverted itself, and she was looking at Kagome as though she were an intricate abstract portrait, which she could just not grasp. “Um. . . D-demon courting?”

Kagome gave her a slightly dry look. What the hell, was this girl even listening? “Well, if he’s not a demon, then those little doggy ears are pretty good fakes.”

“Kagome,” She started seriously, so seriously in fact, that it had made Kagome want to laugh; she settled with giving a very exaggerated look, “Are you, sure that he called you his bitch?” They both understood who ‘he’ was, seeing as there were very few, if any more, hanyous in the school.

Kagome nodded. “Yeah, what’s the big deal? He’s just some delusional pervert.” She was kind of overreacting, like this was some dire problem that would make all of their heads explode, causing the remaining people to be stained with blood and guts that would never ever wash out, driving their parents insane with ‘stain-madness’, in which they would spontaneously combust and further damage the clothes, leaving the children to mourn over their dirty clothes and eventually commit suicide by lighting themselves on fire, one by one. (o_O I think I need some sleep. . .)

“You really have no idea about demon mating and stuff, do you?” Kagome’s head snapped up, and she winced at the popping sound it made, rotating her neck slowly, giving a very tiny shake. “Let’s just say, when a dog finds fire hydrant, they mark it, right? Well, it’s kind of the same way when mating. A male demon finds his mate, and marks her, kind of like he would property.” She glanced at a large purplish mark on Kagome’s thin neck. “And it looks like InuYasha’s found his property.”

Well, what exactly did that have to do with her? Wait, what? Mark on what now? “Huh?” Sango nodded to the place she was scouring with her eyes, the faintest hint of amusement hidden in her brown orbs. (Shame on me, I don’t remember her eye color! =O!) Kagome’s hand slowly traveled upward, her small hand moving over the mark placed on her neck. She ‘eep’ed, and reached into her bag, pulling out a small compact and snapping it open. Her eyes widened.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Her voice echoed around the once booming cafeteria, as all eyes focused on the seething girl. Growling at her audience, she stood up, and slammed her hands on the table, “What! See something interesting? Get the fuck back to your lunches, ya fucking sheep!” They collectively flinched, and turned back to their lunches, murmuring things like ‘Crazy bitch,’ and ‘Psycho’.

“Kind of scary. . .” Came Sango’s small voice as Kagome still had yet to seat herself.

Swinging her Mary Jane clad foot over the bench; she wrenched up her bag, threw it over her shoulder, and stomped off, her lunch long forgotten on the table. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Once out of the cafeteria, her search for InuYasha having been unsuccessful there, she stomped through the halls, intent on finding InuYasha and causing him as much pain as possible. No one treats her like an object, and gets away with it. She turned a sharp corner, and collided with something very hard.

“Whoa, watch where you’re goin’ there, doll face,” Kagome’s eye twitched at the deep male voice. Was every guy in this school a perverted asshole?

“Get out of my way, and you won’t have to watch my fist collide with your fucking face, buddy,” Her eyes met blue, and she growled. Another demon. Why did she ever agree to move? She did have to admit, though, she would’ve waited till her dying breath, that the school was definitely not scarce in the hot man department. Whoever this dude was, he was hot. Rugged features, like you’d see on a scruffy fire-man. His long black hair was tied into a ponytail, and he wore a rather beaten up leather jacket. Under the jacket, was a bright pink shirt which read, ‘Real Men Wear Pink’. He had a pair of old brown gloves with the fingers cut out on his large tanned hands, which were currently tucked into his orange plaid pants. (Hey, Kouga can have fashion sense!)

“Oh, I like ‘em feisty. What’s yer name babe?” He licked his lips, making a disgusting squelching noise with his tongue.

“Kiss my ass.” She really didn’t want to deal with jerks right now, she had enough problems with one guy trying to get into her pants (. . . and almost wanting him too). “Now move.” She shoved past him, paying special mind to elbow him sharply in the side. He didn’t flinch.

“Hey, hey hey.” He spun around, and caught Kagome as she was passing a purple locker. “Come on now, be a bit more friendly. I’m Kouga Oukami.”

She gave an aggravated sigh, and crossed her arms. “Kagome Higurashi.” Her voice was short, and she glared. “Will you move now?”

“Kagome, huh?” Were people not understanding names anymore? “Well, Kagome, I’ve decided something.” He announced it as if she cared.

She didn’t. “Oh really?” She gave a snort when he nodded, obviously missing the total sarcasm dripping from her form.

“Yes. I’m making you my woman.” Her fists clenched. “Your fiery, and aggressive, and not to mention,” He gave a perverted smirk, “drop dead gorgeous.”

“No.”

“What?” He asked, incredulously.

“I said no. No I am not becoming your woman. Sorry.” It was pretty clear she wasn’t at all sorry, and she stepped past him; she had bigger fish to fry.

She winced, feeling sharp claws dig into her upper arm. “Come back here. You can’t say no. You’re mine.” She was spun around, and slammed into a body. His body. He reeked of cigarettes, and she wrinkled her nose. (Cigs are icky. Go get stoned instead of lighting up one of those fuckers. Pot’s better for you anyway. ‘Herb good for the soul’. =D)

“Just what do you think you—“

“Let Kagome go.”

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Ahahaha. Short, and a cliffie!! Read and review!