Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha…yet…

A/N: Welcome to my first fanfic ever, Life at Demon Slayer School, a story that's such a lard-ass, I've broken it down into three parts, or terms; what you're reading is the first. Rated "M" for language, violence, and much citrus to come and go every few chapters, LADSS!Kagome in this story will be very OOC; she's sarcastic, negative, violent, and not your usual angel. Please note, Kagome was a bit of a brat at the beginning of the series, and I enjoy writing that personality more than her selfless one. Also, when I first created this, I used a lot of fanfiction cliches, some I regret now; however, I'm not changing them (so if you dislike cliches, I apologize immensely D:). Hope you enjoy, stick with me through all one-hundred chapters, and please review! :D

Summary: After some non-serious issues at home and school, Kagome and her adoptive brother Miroku are sent to Higurashi Taijiya Institute, a senior high school their father owns with Sango's father. There, they must learn to slay demons and Buddha only knows what else. However, despite the friends and enemies they make there and their new life's (kind of) normal exteriors, things are much complicated than thought possible. Such as the most important rule being broken: demons aren't allowed on school grounds unless they're meant to be killed. And the rebels included in this rule-breaking? Half of their friends…and Kagome's frenemy with benefits. Will the rule be diminished? Will the social drama involving jealousy, popularity, love, and teachers ever end? Will Kagome be able to tell some dark secrets about herself? Will Kagome and her friends be able to protect the school when the threat is in itself? Will they be able to keep the Shikon Jewel safe all the meanwhile after finding where it's been hiding the last sixteen years? Will Inuyasha ever find the culprit of his missing ramen mystery?

(Kagome POV)

Let me, Higurashi Kagome, explain how things work in the world now with demons and whatnot. There are monks, priestesses, and slayers who keep them—the demons—under control. Of course, there are good demons out there—I'm sure there are—but most are evil, so people are trained to kill them. Do slayers kill demons whenever they see them? No. They have every right to live like humans do. Do slayers go easy on demons once they've been exposed as evil? Psh, absolutely not. My dad runs an institution for senior high teens who specialize in demon slaying. Besides having spiritual powers, I didn't know one thing about killing others—until my parents sent me here, that is.

Holy beings (monks, priests, and priestesses), demon slayers, and sometimes normal humans come to attend the slayer school. But demons aren't allowed here—I don't know why some people think they are. It's just prohibited; they're killed upon discovery, even if they mean well and wish to be slayers, though that would be just plain weird if you ask me. Anyways, that's simply how my dad made things here. Nothing can change that. Nothing…

…

So, I like that suspenseful little cliffy, don't you?

LIFE AT DEMON SLAYER SCHOOL

1: Kagome + Bad Mood = Dead Miroku

Have you ever been told that you were going to experience something great, but it turns out, you were tricked? Like those times when your dream boy asks you out on a date, but once you show up at the romantic restaurant, the idiot calls and says, "Oops, sorry, I forgot that you were ugly and I'm not allowed to date"? Like when your mom tells you she'll make your favorite dessert, and you get so excited, that when she brings out a salad, it's like a big slap to the face? Or like when your teacher's nice for once and says, "Hey, no pop quiz tomorrow," so you don't study that night, only to be bombed with the semester finale the following morning?

Yeah. All of that sucks—not that it's happened to me or anything. And all that trickery stuff is why I'm wondering if Mom would mind me killing her husband right here, right now, as Miroku and I loiter in front of his stupid demon-slaying school: Higurashi Taijiya Institute, to be more exact.

Don't get me wrong. I love my parents, I love how my parents love me, I love the money my parents make, and I love how my parents like making the money they make. But seriously? Telling my sixteen-year-old, adoptive sibling Miroku and my fifteen-year-old self to pack up, that we're going on an adventure, only to be dumped off at Dad's work? Which, by the way, is a year-round boarding school for kids and teens, where we experience normal yet American-styled classes in the morning only to be thrust into demon-slaying and ultimate-death combat in the afternoon? I mean, really? And here I was, thinking they were doing us a favor. But, nope, they just thought, "Hey, let's send our oldest kids to a demon-slayer school where they'll learn how to kill others and get a life, not to mention…" Blah, blah, BLAH! I hate this so much…!

It all began with Miroku, I suppose. Yes, let's blame him for this; shove my parents out of the line of fire for a moment to aim the deadly gun of guilt at my stupid adoptive brother. The one who I found living outside my family's shrine when he was ten, ripping off each person walking past him for a total of two weeks. He claimed to work for us, and was giving away "blessings, sutras, and protection wards" to anyone passing by—only to trick them into coughing up yen. He once played the trick on me when I was walking home from school. He must've not recognized that I lived at the shrine myself because of my new haircut. When I oh-so-gracefully told him in kid words, "Hey, dumbbell, I live here," he seemed to understand that he was caught.

I managed to coax him into my home, letting my family deal with him. I only stood near the kitchen doorway, listening as he told Mom, Dad, Jii-chan, and a four-year-old Souta about his struggles through life, how his mother died in labor whereas his priest father passed away due to a curse in his hand—one we found out Miroku carried as well. At first, I thought it was totally fake—I mean, curses are real along with demons and holy beings—but a little kid with a wind tunnel in his hand? Anyways, Mom and Dad talked it over and decided to take the "poor child" into our home, adopting him shortly afterwards.

After noticing his existence, after forcing him into the shrine, after taking him in and acting as his savior, this is the thanks I get? The ungrateful monk doesn't value his own life after all, does he?

Yeah, it's pretty weird, this whole situation with my adoptive brother. And, by the way, thinking that curse was fake really bit me in the butt later on, when Miroku's hand sucked up my bike in fifth grade after I tore his stupid arm-thing off, trying to prove that he was lying. I took a few notes from that experience: 1) Never underestimate Miroku, even when he hits puberty, and 2) That son of a gun doesn't lie. That is, when it comes to his family and curse. But let me tell you, the stupid monk's a pretty good actor, not to mention a determined pervert. I wish we never had to go to the same school together, but obviously, being only a year apart doesn't really help my cause.

I think he's the reason we've been sent to this, this—this hellhole, this dump, this pile of—

Oh, wait, this place gives me my allowance. Never mind; I don't have anything against it.

(Much.)

Anyways, it's all Miroku's fault. Not mine, but his. I blame his tainted, supposedly holy self for this horrible fate we've been given. If only he used his powers for things besides getting dates, money, or nice things, maybe we'd be in our bedrooms right now instead of standing in a parking lot, looking stupid as we glimpse around and shift our feet, wondering what exactly it is that we should do.

—~*~—~*~—~*~—

My parents drive off after saying their usual goodbyes. They'll be back here when school begins in two days. I really wish I'd taken up Dad's numerous offers to take me to his work, because I don't really know what students are supposed to do on their first day here. Sure, I've studied the maps in his office back at home, I've read the schedules on his computer, I've listened in on Mom's gossip of the employees, but since when have I became so dense that I haven't asked about what went on with students here?

Finally wanting to make my opinion clear of him, I narrow my eyes at the boy to my left who's a full-head taller than me, the one with a stupid rat tail for a hair style, the man with golden earrings and indigo eyes. Idiot. "This is all your fault, you know," I say bluntly, sticking my nose up in the air to further support my side of the argument.

"What?" Miroku asks dumbly, looking aghast. "Are you addressing me, lady Kagome? Why, I don't think that this predicament is my—"

"Save the monk talk," I growl, eyes turning into slits. "You should've stopped flirting with every female passing by. You should've helped out at the shrine more, Mister I have awesome spiritual power, but I won't even prove my abilities because I'm a total dick."

He raises an eyebrow at the last word since I rarely curse. "If anything, I am not at fault. I was not the one who ran to Mother and Father, whining about how their male classmate would not leave them alone."

I groan at his monk talk. That's right: monk talk, where he speaks like he's wise and knowing. I refuse to take the blame for this one! You hear me? I will not go down without a fight! "But it was Hobo!" I accidentally whine. Whoops; I have the feeling I might lose this fight.

"Hojo, Kagome," Miroku sighs. "The poor fellow's name was Hojo."

"Doesn't matter," I huff. "The guy was still a dense, persistent stalker."

Miroku's eyebrows furrow. "He never stalked you—"

"Shut up, I know he did!" I cut in, not meaning for it to come out in such a childish tone. And the moment I get immature, I've lost the argument. Gosh darn it! I knew this would happen!

Miroku tsks at my behavior. "They only wished to perform safety precautions by sending you here. Either that, or make you stop complaining." Once he feels my eye-daggers (otherwise known as a glare), he shudders, picking up his luggage before turning to me with a bright smile, as if I'm not stabbing him in an alternate universe. "Lighten your mood, little sister—"

"Adoptive sister!" I correct harshly.

"—for a new school year is in the midst," he continues, ignoring my constant interruptions. With his suitcases in tow, he begins to walk towards the grand entrance of the school, which looks like your average Tokyo apartment building, but what most know is so much more. I follow him unwillingly, grumbling under my breath about stupid priests and their stupid attitudes. Miroku goes on with his this is an amazing time in our lives speech. "This school has many outstanding qualities; Father has done a great job of running it, wouldn't you agree? We'll get to have him as our principal and possibly see Mother every day, if she's working in the cafeteria line—but do head chefs do that? Anyways, you shall be a first year while I shall be a second. In American culture, you would be a sophomore and I would be a junior, correct?"

Where's a wall when you need one? Because it'd be nice to bang my head into something right now and lose just enough brain cells to resist the urge of killing Miroku.

"I believe I will enjoy this school very much, yes indeed. Father has made superb rules, and has gathered quite an amazing curriculum. We will take your average high school classes before learning defense and training to become amazing assassins! Just imagine: us, at a non-demon boarding school, where we'll be allowed to kill others and get an A for it!"

Whoa, is this guy excited about ending people's lives? What the heck?

"We shall be able to room with someone of the opposite sex as well! You'll be able to make new friends—you'll move on from Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi! Whew, I am so joyous, lady Kagome! Oh, the curvy, toned, beautiful women one can meet here!"

How can he be so happy when my life's tearing apart? What a sadistic jerk! I groan, then it hits me:

"Wait, 'opposite sex'?"

Miroku fake-gasps when we enter the building, teens scrambling around us with their things, trying to find their rooms and classes. "You did not listen to Mother and Father, did you?"

Seriously, that wall sounds great right now.

"They told us all there is to expect of the school," he tells me knowingly. "Part of the information they bestowed upon us was that there are girl dorms, boy dorms, and co-ed dorms." Then a mischievous grin spreads across his boyish face as he informs me, "I took it upon myself to sign us up for the co-ed dorms."

"MIROKU!"

"What?" he questions innocently.

"What? You mean we had a choice?" I practically screech. Why did the moron even sign me up for it? "And where was I during all this?"

"Who knows," he says gruffly, finally snapping out of his monk demeanor when my screaming makes his ears figuratively bleed. "Now, follow me up to the front desk unless you want to be groped by our new classmates."

I want to yell at him that if anyone would grope me, it'd be him—though he's never done it before—but Miroku cuts me off by saying to the receptionist, whose back is to us, "Why, hello miss ahhhh—"

The lady, whose name tag reads YURA, is no lady at all. She's like a Japanese Barbie doll! I can almost hear Miroku whimpering at his loss. I smirk wickedly as the tight-clothed, baby-faced Yura snaps crankily, "What the hell do you want?"

"Ah, well, um," Miroku stammers, obviously not catching on that all he has to say is—

"I'm Higurashi Kagome and this is my adoptive brother, Houshi Miroku," I pop in, motioning to the monk/idiot/pervert to my right as I lean over the counter and get in the woman's face, which is pretty threatening, but neither pleasant for her or me. "We were sent here by our father, Higurashi Takao, for our class schedules, room numbers, and so on."

Her eyes widen in realization; I love telling people who my dad is because I instantly gain the upper hand of the argument, which, if you haven't noticed, I pretty much never obtain. She nods hastily, rummaging through files with her skinny, wrinkled fingers. "My apologies, Higurashi-san," Yura squeaks anxiously. "I didn't recognize you! My, how you've taken after your mother's beauty, and your brother after your father's charisma! Boy, your parents sure are attractive folk!"

Adoptive brother. Gag me. I beg of you. "Gee, thanks," I mutter, hearing Miroku chuckle at the disgust in my eyes and the choking sounds my throat's begging to make. After a few minutes, I bark, "Think you could hurry up?"

"Oh my, oh my," she says, still nervous and acting enchanted through her cross tone. "I see you take after your father's fiery side as well."

I really wish I had that wall. "Suppose," I mumble, Miroku's chortles becoming harder to ignore. I go ahead and confess, "I'm only in a bad mood right now because I have to be here. Yeah, that came out horribly, but you know what? I left behind a ton of friends, not to mention stalkers—"

"Hojo didn't stalk you!" Miroku exclaims once more.

"—and a few good teachers. And that isn't really my idea of a happy-go-lucky day." I sigh, resting my head on the counter just as she hands the folders over to Miroku, who forces a charming smile. He cringes when she returns one, and then nudges me roughly in the shoulder, as a way of saying let's get out of here before I'm molested.

And clearly, being the loving non-blood sister I am, I care whether that happens or not.

…

Wow, I really need to take a nap. I'm so mean right now.

Miroku leads the way to his room, where we decided we'd go first. "Do you think they'd let her and I—"

"Ew, no!"

"Do you think I could—"

"Shut up!"

"What if my hot roommate and I—"

"MIROKU!"

"That's what she'll scream when we—"

Oh, God, I can feel some stomach bile making its way up my throat.

We stop on the second to last floor; the top floors, as it turns out, are living quarters while the bottom half are classrooms and such. The gym—also known as weight room, combat area, etc.—is towards the back of the building, taking up three floors' height. Miroku's room number is 153; mine's 155. Great; we're right across from each other. Yippee?

"Lady Kagome, let's see and meet my roommate first," Miroku insists excitedly. I yawn, not even bothering to shoot him a glare for his over-positivity. When he pops in his bronze keys and opens the door swiftly, his smile falters as he notices two beds. Oh, wait, let me clarify: two bunk beds. "What in the world—?"

Before Miroku finishes that thought, someone falls from one of the beds, landing on her tailbone. She lets a small whimper and a "FUCK!". Miroku stands wide-eyed and so do I; are random, pretty, foul-mouthed girls falling from the sky? I hope not, or else the monk just might lose it. And by it, I mean his chastity belt.

…

Ew.

After more vulgar mutterings, the brown-haired beauty looks up, her magenta eyes finally registering our presence. "Oh, hello!" the girl says, taking in Miroku's black rat tail, boyish features with indigo eyes, and tanned skin before scanning my raven hair, innocent-looking face with blue eyes, and pale skin. A moment of silence passes before she finally asks, "If you don't mind me asking, who're you?"

"Miroku, Houshi Miroku, at your service," the idiot murmurs, forgetting to introduce me. He walks up boldly and takes her hand before kissing it softly. I nearly gag, but the girl turns pink, grinning back at him. "And might I ask whose lovely presence I am in?"

Darn it; he's too good. The girl blushes again, then says, "Taijiya Sango. It's nice to meet you, Houshi-kun." Hm, I find it interesting that her last name is in the school's title as well.

Miroku states resolutely, "If you don't mind me asking, would you bear my children?"

I snort. Typical Miro— Wait, children? Ga… gaga… GAGAGAGA?

CHILDREN? He only asks for a child, not multiple! Holy—!

A loud smack echoes right as she slaps his face silly and throws him to the ground. "Mind repeating that?" she snarls, bare feet digging into his stomach.

"Not at all," Miroku manages to cough. "Would you bear—" Her heel digs deeper until— "My apologies, beautiful Sango! I mean no harm!"

"Tch, yeah, right," I grunt, making my way over to Sango. I extend my hand and say, "Higurashi Kagome, first year. That pervert you just knocked down is Miroku, my idiot monk of an adoptive brother. Our parents own this place."

It seems I've caught her interest; she steps off the priest and shakes my hand eagerly. "I'm Taijiya Sango, and I'm a second year. My father is vice principal to this establishment. Nice to meet you, Higurashi-san."

Ah, that makes sense—it's also cool that her last name means slayer in Japanese. "Just call us by our first names, please. No formalities," I tell her, casting a somewhat worried, mostly annoyed glance to the moron rubbing his side. He walks up, but makes no move to close the distance between he and Sango again. Which is good, because he nearly made me pee myself when I heard "children"; I repeat: children.

"So, are you my roommates?" Sango asks, grinning at me before shooting eye-daggers at Miroku.

I think I just might become best friends with this girl. "Sadly, Miroku is; I'm not." I sigh. "Four people a room, huh?" She nods. "Miroku said two."

She snorts. "But that would make it easier for students to have sex, wouldn't it?" The monk blushes when "the word" fumbles through her lips. Miroku—blushing? This girl can perform miracles, not to mention kick butt. "In co-ed rooms, there's four people: two boys and girls. The rooms with only two people are the same-sex dorms."

"Why?" Miroku cries up to the ceiling, as if Buddha will answer. And I'm guessing he'd say something like, Shut the hecks up, fool. Buddha's getting his beauty sleep. I know that's what I'd tell a teenaged, dim-witted priest who constantly bothered me and put my religion to shame.

Yeah, I really should take a nap. I'm not nice to men at all right now.

Sango ignores him, giving me a remorseful grimace. "Shame you won't be here; I'm getting that 'best friend' vibe from you."

I knew we'd get along. "Same here," I hum happily. "Well, make sure he behaves, okay? Beat him up as much as you want, and don't be afraid to draw blood. I'll be back in exactly an hour to check up on you." I stab a warning glance at Miroku, who shivers before I tell Sango in a manly, soldier voice, "If I call for you, make sure to come immediately—I might need back-up, Lieutenant."

Catching onto my jokes, she smirks. "Understood, Commander," Sango states, saluting me quickly. I harshly kick Miroku's luggage inside, desperate to get away before I go "female dog" on him. She closes their door as I head across the hall with my own bags.

I look at the foreboding "155" and slide in my keys before slowly opening the door. The first thing I hear is "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, 'WE DON'T HAVE ANY RAMEN', WOLF?"

"YOU ATE IT ALL, MUTT!"

Why do I have the feeling I'm going to regret ever being born?

I swing open the door all the way to reveal two boys and one girl. My room's just like Miroku's and Sango's, in a way—there's a standard television, two bunk beds, and a desk with a lamp positioned beside a balcony. The rooms are probably twice or triple the size of my bedroom back at home. There's some custom stuff, too, but I think I'll tell you all that after I describe my new roommates. Or when I actually want to pay attention to it.

The girl has dark red hair that's been tied into two pigtails; it's thick and has been accessorized with a purple iris. She has emerald eyes and a slim frame, which is currently rocking out to whatever she's listening to on her music player as she reads a book on the top bunk of one of the beds. She's wearing a black and red t-shirt with white jeans, which surprisingly give her a childlike look.

One boy has black hair tied back in a long, high ponytail. There's a thick brown headband on there, too, and he has crystal blue eyes. His skin's beyond tanned—it's not sun-kissed or slightly pink like the girl's—and he's currently standing next to the girl's bed's bottom bunk. This guy's strapping and slender. He wears a silver t-shirt and dirty brown pajama pants.

And the other boy—

Hubba-bababababababababababa… Is he human? He looks like a god to me!

—is resting on the other bed, the one opposite to apparently the girl's/other guy's. He has hip-length black hair, unkempt bangs, and violet eyes that are currently V shaped from anger, which is a similar facial expression to what the first boy has. He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist—muscular, but not buff; skinny, yet not anorexic. His skin's surprisingly—gasp—the most perfect complexion I've ever laid eyes on. Tan, but not obvious; sun-kissed, yet not pale. He's wearing a red muscle shirt with dark-washed, loose jeans.

I swipe at my imaginary drool—am I drooling, I don't know—and clear my throat.

There are no indications that any of them hear me, though. Instead, I find out that "mutt" is the gorgeous, violet-eyed hunk—err, boy—whereas "wolf" is the casual, blue-eyed jock. They argue and continue to ignore my existence; the redheaded girl doesn't really pay attention to me, either, so I just set down my luggage and watch them quarrel, amused.

"I'll tell you again, mutt! I didn't steal your freaking ramen!"

"And I'm sayin' ya did, 'cause Ayame sure as hell didn't eat it!"

I figure the girl's name is Ayame. It makes sense.

"Oh, ever thought that maybe you ate it?"

"WHAT? That's like sayin' Sesshoumaru likes to be called Fluffy!"

Is it really?

…

"He doesn't mind when Rin says it."

"KOUGA! I'll RIP OFF YOUR—!"

Finally, I make an obnoxious sound with my throat, clearing it so loudly that even people down the street can hear. Suddenly, they both blink, looking stunned, though they don't look surprised to see me there. Did they know I was here before? "Uh, hi?"

Mutt's eyebrows furrow. He turns away, plopping down on his bed lazily with his hands behind his head. "Feh."

Feh? Seriously? That's all he can manage to say? What the—?

"Hey there, beautiful," Wolf, who the mutt called Kouga, says, giving me a charming smile as he jumps—not walks—over to me. I stare stupidly, amazed at his agility, when he booms, "Who might you be?"

I raise an eyebrow, then answer solidly, "Kagome." By now, Ayame's taken out her headphones and set down her book, gazing intently upon us. She looks curious about me, but when she looks at the guy, she seems to brighten. Then her gaze turns kind of dark. Does she like this dude?

Kouga's eyes hold a certain mirth, bending down to my level to grab my hand. He looks, I don't know… enthralled? "Kagome—"

Before he can even reach my skin, I slap him across the face. He and the girl stare, flabbergasted, as I shrug harmlessly. "Sorry," I mutter, shaking my hand to get rid of the sting. "Automatic reflex." Stupid Miroku. Though you've never done this to me, I've been aware of where people's hands go because of you. I swear, I will kill you one day.

Kouga blinks, stunned, before laughter erupts from Mutt's side of the room. "Oh my fuckin'— She slapped you!" It's like hyena-laughter over there, no joke. I'm slightly scared for my wellbeing. "Fuck, Kouga, can't even tap shit anymore, can ya?"

"Shut up, Inuyasha!" he yells back. My eyes narrow at Mutt—or otherwise known as Inuyasha—as he just howls with more laughter. Has he seriously not realized that he not only insulted Kouga, but myself as well? Have I been downgraded to, err, "crud"?

I bite my lip and chuckle nervously. "I really am sorry about that."

Suddenly, Kouga turns from pissed to happy in a matter of milliseconds. It's nice to know this guy has a wide-range of emotions. "Eh, don't worry about it," he goes on in his rough and easygoing voice. "Need help with your luggage?"

I nod, then toss the bags, which he catches effortlessly, his way. Then I say, "So, let me get this straight: I'm Kagome—" Kouga chuckles, Ayame smiles, and Inuyasha fehs. "—you're Kouga, you're Ayame, and you're Inuyasha. And we're all roommates, living in the same room."

Ayame chirps, "I hope so, or else scientists are wrong and Pluto is, in fact, a planet."

"True that," I concur, nodding firmly. "So, who are you, people-wise?"

"Ookami Kouga," he says, grinning bright. "Over there is Yamainu Ayame and Takahashi Inuyasha. This is Inuyasha's and my second year here and Ayame's first. We've all been friends—" He shoots a glare at Inuyasha, who I guess is more of a frenemy. "—since childhood, and if you were listening to our argument, Inuyasha has an unhealthy obsession with ramen. So unhealthy that he blames others when he runs out of it." Inuyasha seems to tense at that, but I disregard him.

"Well," I say, deciding to tell a little bit about myself. "My name's Higurashi Kagome, and this would be my first year here as well. I used to live at a shrine with my senile grandfather, little brat of a brother, and backstabbing parents, but then I was sent here along with my perverted monk, adoptive brother against my will." Kouga and Ayame shoot me questioning looks, but I ignore them, scanning the room. "So, uh, where do I sleep?"

"Hm?" Ayame looks at me before her eyes wander to the bed above Inuyasha's. "Well, since Kouga and Inuyasha hate each others' guts, they refuse to share the same bed. Would you mind getting the top of Inu—"

"Hell no!" Inuyasha growls, then unexpectedly pops off his bed and to the top. "That wench's weight will make the bed collapse and crush me."

I shoot eye-daggers at him and snarl, "Oh, really? Is that so?"

"Damn straight," he says, and I can almost feel Ayame and Kouga's enjoyment in the air.

"Well, I guess you're right," I go on, grinning through my angry eyes. "Though I know how pissy my father would get if a boy had the perfect view of my rack as I slept."

His eyes narrow, and I feel a devious heartbeat race through me. "What are you sayin', wench?"

"I'm Higurashi Kagome," I inform him. "As in, the daughter of Higurashi Takao-sensei."

A flash of surprise passes through his eyes before he clenches his jaw. "Whatever, bitch! This is my new bed. Deal with it."

A sudden thought comes to me. I sing, "Oh, Sango!"

Like promised, my new friend barges through her door and my open one. "You called, Commander Higurashi?" she says, saluting me.

Giggling, I salute back. Dang, I'm in a good mood already. Then again, I've some new friends already, though half of them are boys. "Yes, Lieutenant Taijiya! There's resistance from a hotheaded moron!"

Inuyasha's eyes widen again before he barks bitch! my way. Sango grins. "Miroku groped me five times since you left. But who said I didn't have enough energy for another ass-kicking?"

Inuyasha twitches, then submits. "Whiny wench," he mutters from the bottom bunk.

Sango and I cheer in victory, and Ayame high-fives my fellow warrior whereas Kouga gives her the knuckle-touch. I suggest, "Why don't we all go ahead to the café? It'd be nice to have a get-together and learn about each other. I think we'd be good friends."

"Agreed," Miroku croaks from the doorway, stumbling in with multiple bruises on his head.

I look at Sango curiously, but she simply shrugs. "The pervert couldn't handle my Hiraikoutsu."

"It's a giant boomerang," my adoptive brother bellows, "made of demon bones!" For some reason, my roommates flinch at that. Oh, well. "Lady Kagome, you must call a truce! My hand is cursed, therefore I cannot control where it wanders!"

I laugh, and Miroku groans. "When will you learn?" I say at the same time Ayame echoes cursed? I answer with "Yeah, Miroku's family has this curse where there's a wind tunnel in his right hand. He always wears his purple glove-thing made of holy stuff to hold back its power. It sucks up anything; it's an endless abyss, and there's no turning back once you're in."

"It grows wider each year," Miroku continues, stealing my thunder. "Eventually, it will become so immense, it will suck me whole, ending my life."

It turns quiet. I think I hear crickets chirping. Sango finally sighs, "Miroku, why didn't you just say that? In that case, of course I'll bear your children." I cringe at the last word. Plural form. (What's up with that?) I think Miroku likes this girl a little too much.

"Really?" Miroku brightens up immediately, then collapses to the floor when Sango pulls out a large boomerang from the hallway, screams no!, and slams it into his skull.

I laugh with the others as Miroku rubs his head. I toss my trunks onto the top bunk of my bed. "Hey, Sango," I say, looking back to their room. "Have you and Miroku's roommates came yet?"

"Yeah," Sango replies, and I'm oddly disappointed with myself for not noticing them walking into the door right behind me as I listened to Inuyasha and Kouga argue. Then a look of recognition seems to cross her eyes as she says, "Oh, whoops, I forgot to say, 'hey there, Takahashi, Ookami.'"

Kouga does a similar greeting. Feh is Inuyasha's response to her acknowledgment. I guess they've had classes together. That's right: classes. My dad just loves the American culture, so he made sure this school had American-styled schedules.

A merry, innocent voice calls from the room across the hall, "Sango-chan! Houshi-kun? Fluffy-sama and I are gonna go—"

She was interrupted by Inuyasha's uncontrollable laughter. I swear, he has issues. But then again, who has the name Fluff—

Oh, right. Weren't they talking about some Sesshoumaru guy?

"Rin," a stoic voice says. "Wait in the café."

"Yes, Fluffy-sama—"

Suddenly, two figures appear in the hallway; one with knee-length, straight black hair and violet eyes—strangely similar to Inuyasha. His face carries no emotions whatsoever—I think. "Rin," he says again, tone blank yet stern. "'Sesshoumaru' is fine."

The black-haired girl—Rin—is two heads shorter than him and has a random side ponytail. Her chocolate eyes sparkle with joy. So weird. "Yes, Sesshy-sama!"

Inuyasha laughs harder, and I wonder if he can breathe or not. He coughs a few times—guess not—until his lungs are functioning normally. By then, Rin's ran off to presumably the café, and Sesshoumaru's standing in the doorway with the iciest glare possible. "Little brother," he drones, "your silence is crucial."

Okay, this is officially weird. Hyena-Inuyasha, younger brother to quiet-Sesshoumaru? Someone, please shoot me, because I've obviously lost my sanity.

"Okay, time to leave!" Miroku says hurriedly, getting off the floor quickly, then scooting past Sesshoumaru and out into the hallway. "C'mon, beautiful Sango and lady Kagome—and our roommates!"

Eager to leave the weird scene unfolding, everyone but the two brothers follow Miroku down the hallway and to the elevator that would take us to the first level, where the nurse's office, staff room, café, and such are located. I probe, "Hey, does anyone know what the deal between those two is? One's a freaking laughing machine while the other's blanker than a dead TV screen."

Sango shrugs, clearly not in the know. I look at Kouga and Ayame; Ayame looks at Kouga, who also shrugs, but says, "They're two sides of the same coin."

"Wow, that's deep," Miroku says, reminding me of his IQ. Then he's grumbling about hot, violent women after Sango elbows him, which earns him another slap across the face.

—~*~—~*~—~*~—

(Narrative POV)

Takahashi Inuyasha continued to lie on his bed coolly as everyone scuttled out of the room, wanting to escape whatever mood his half-brother was currently in. It's not like he'd wanna deal with it, either, but he knew that wasn't the issue.

"Brother, you are aware that I was supposed to be placed in this room, and not that girl, correct?" Sesshoumaru said, sounding bored.

Inuyasha didn't respond, just remembered what that girl smelled like. Earlier, her amazing floral scent passed by their door and entered the one across the hall before she opened and entered his room. Since Sesshoumaru, indeed, was supposed to be their other roommate, he ignored her, thinking she was lost, forgetting that only a roommate could open up his door. Apparently, Sesshoumaru was stuck with the aggressive Taijiya Sango, the wrong-minded Houshi Miroku, and overly-cheerful Hara Rin. The girl—Kagome—would stay with Inuyasha, Ayame, and Kouga since even their powerful families couldn't bribe her out of their room. (Obviously, that girl was determined to get whatever she wanted.) But, it completely spaced their minds that there had to be two of each sex in every room. Damn it.

"Inuyasha."

"I'm aware," he growled, glowering at his brother only to have the look ricocheted.

"Be careful around that girl, whoever she is," Sesshoumaru warned him solemnly. "Not only are there strong spiritual vibes radiating off that girl, but…"

"But…?"

"She contains enough power to interfere with your concealment charms," the older brother concluded, shooting another stern look at Inuyasha. "She may just find out that you, Kouga, Ayame, and I amongst a few others do not belong here. As may the monk, her adoptive brother, though her power exceeds his greatly."

"Yeah," Inuyasha muttered, not really paying attention. His gaze returned his hardening gaze to the wooden panels that made up Kagome's bed.

"But think of the pros of this situation, brother," Sesshoumaru continued. He turned away from Inuyasha, towards the hall, but made no move. "Even though we will have to be careful of our charms and her and the monk's powers, we can also grow close to them and see if we could get them to convince their and the Taijiya girl's fathers to change the school rules regarding demons."

"I'll see into that." He took a deep breath, recalling the stupid book he had to read before coming here his first year. "Section 1, Paragraph 3: 'Demons are forbidden on school grounds unless it is used for slayer exercises; demons cannot attend Higurashi Taijiya Institute as students.' Gods, we don't even belong here, though we deserve to. It's so stupid— Fuck, Fluffy! Thanks for stayin'!"

Sesshoumaru had left long ago during his sibling's ramblings, heading down to meet Rin, his somewhat of a girlfriend, as promised. Inuyasha, on the other hand, didn't have the slightest desire to join everyone downstairs in the café. Instead, he climbed to the top bunk of his bed, wondering if everything in her suitcases smelled like—

Kagome. Yep. Everything did; it radiated with her scent. And it was making Inuyasha high—or drool, whichever—with contentment. Her raven hair was luscious—he recalled that detail so clearly—whereas her eyes held too many emotions at once. They were gentle, yet fiery; soft, yet deadly. Not to mention she had a fairly nice—

Erm, well, anyways.

Kagome wasn't friend material. To him, anyways. Wench thought she could argue with him, stuff her reputation in his face, and humiliate him, then get away with it? Hell no, she wouldn't. He'd make sure of it; despite her outer beauty and intoxicating scent, she was probably an evil, heartless bitch on the inside, and that's what mattered. Isn't that what girls always said? "It's not what's on the outside that counts, but the inside"? Feh, whatever.

He looked through her things, enjoying how her scent was mixing with his own in the process. Why, he didn't know. He saw some photos and observed them closely. One was of her at the beach; she was in a yellow one-piece with three girls wearing similar bathing suits surrounding her. He looked at the back of the picture to read Summer vacation in Okinawa; Yuka, Eri, Ayumi, and Kagome—age 11. It was taken four years ago, so Kagome must've been fifteen now.

He studied the second photograph. It was of her standing in some fancy clothes in front of a shrine; it was obviously cold outside since she wore multiple kimono layers. There was Miroku, a woman who held Kagome's facial features, and a man who shared her eyes and hair; he figured the last two to be her parents. There was also an old man and young boy as well as a fat orange cat; they must've been her grandfather, little brother, and family cat. On the back, it said New Year's Shrine festival; Kagome—age 15, Miroku—age 16, Souta—age 10. Hm. They must've not kept track of the adults' ages so much.

Then Inuyasha came across something very, very Kagome-scented. He shrugged, not really thinking as he took out a lacy clothing article and flung it underneath his pillow. Then, when he lied down to take a nap, Kagome's breathtaking, floral, fruity, ever-so-marvelous aroma floated around his nostrils as he slipped into unconsciousness.

—~*~—~*~—~*~—

(Kagome POV)

I have to say, today has been very…eventful. But we still have dinner ahead of us, and the day after tomorrow, on April 1st, the Japanese school year will have officially began, as will the beginning of the end of Miroku's life! He will pay for putting me here!

Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha— cough, cough! Eh-hm, sorry.

I'm not really going to kill my adoptive brother. As much as he gets on my nerves, I still love him and care for him—just not when I'm in a bad mood. Every man is on my bad side when I'm in a bad mood.

I hope Inuyasha and Kouga will be able to survive my random mood swings, because I am obviously not used to them, and I'm the one experiencing them. Most of all, I hope that Inuyasha was in a bad mood, too, because he was a total freak when I first met him. I'd hate for there to be tension between more people, especially with the perverted Miroku chasing after the violent Sango, and the jealous Ayame maybe disliking the innocent Kagome for having the oblivious Kouga's attention, and the violent Sango having a mysterious connection with the oblivious Kouga and immature Inuyasha, and the immature Inuyasha quarreling with both the oblivious Kouga and innocent Kagome, despite the immature Inuyasha and innocent Kagome's bad moods. Oh, and the apparent tension between the stoic Sesshoumaru and immature Inuyasha as they shot each other cold glares.

And, yes, it is necessary to talk in third person.

Please, Kami, Higurashi Kagome begs of you: Have mercy!

A/N: Right now, Inuyasha thinks that she is hot and smells great, but underneath all her physical beauty, is a total bitch, a stubborn rich girl who fights for what she wants, and—which she kind of is, but there's a reason for that, besides comical purposes. Plus, she's way better than angel!Kagome, right?, and it'll be easier to understand why Kagome is the way she is during at the beginning of each chapter after I type the title. Before I type the title, that's just where Kagome rants mostly, explaining things often. But, once again, the little area after the title is where she talks about herself, an important thing about herself, that will contribute to the chapter it's connected to. Makes sense? I sure hope so. Also, one more thing: when in Kagome's perspective, no matter whether she's writing from the future or present (the next chapter will clear up what I just typed), she speaks in present-tense. When in the narrative point of view, it's past tense. Narrative is for revealing the thoughts of those who aren't Kagome; I'll never tell first-person from anyone besides Kagome.

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