A/N: Alright, I'm finally reposting the story. From here on out, no authors notes will be placed at the beginning or end of the chapters and some corrections and formating changes have been made. I will only place the disclaimer on twice. Now, and on the last chapter. I hope you enjoy- whether for the first time, or once again- this story.

And lastly, I'd like to dedicate this story to Sayata Forest who, through an outrageous account of serundipity, had saved my entire story just days before and restored it to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sayata. ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha...

Backstage Passes and a Little Begging

~Another one of those days that make you feel as if everything was in slow motion, just to play with your mind. Sitting in class with your friends behind you chatting to each other about an absolutely pointless topic. Fashion. Okay, so you're not the girly kind of person. To you clothes are just that- clothes. Pieces of cloth that are used to cover ones body for both warmth and modesty. What~Ever! And why of all days for time to take twice as long as usual, does it happen today?! The Last day of school and finally- oh, yes, and FINALLY- your last year!~

"Oi, Kagome-chan?" A singsong voice called from behind me. I turned in my seat to look at the auburn-haired girl speaking to me.

"Nani, Ayame-chan?" I asked seeing the excitement in her Jade- colored eyes. Her eyes were always dead give-aways to how she felt. She could never play a poker game. Those eyes always would tell. They had come to be known as 'The Traitors' of the group.

"Weren't you listening to me?" She asked, hurt showing clear as day. She was a very emotional girl. And that wasn't always a good thing.

"Gomen. I was... thinking."

"You're always '... thinking,'" Sango commented dryly, mimicking me surprisingly well.

Sango, on the other had, wasn't as easy to figure out as Ayame. Her hazel's said almost nothing. Almost. They said enough though. If she was mad, watch out! Ignoring Sango's comment I focused my attention on Ayame.

"Gomen, Aya-chan. What were you saying?"

Her eyes became very sad, surprising me a bit. "You know how I told you that my grandfather died recently?" I nodded. Oh, so that was why the sad look. "Well, my mother got most of his things. He was really wealthy. My Uncle got his house- everything already paid- along with his three 'priceless' cars. Mom got the money."

Her eyes brightened as she went on. "Tomorrow's my birthday-" Oh, no, I forgot! I kept a straight face though, and only Sango noticed. "-and I got my present early because I can use it for two other people!"

They're going to make me ask, aren't they?

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Yep

"What is it?!" I asked excitedly. Okay, I was curious!

"BACKSTAGE PASSES!!!!" Ayame shouted.

Every head in class turned to stare at the soon-to-be-nineteen-year- old loud mouth. Conveniently the bell rang. Everyone cheered as they ran out of the school building.

Okay, picture this- Almost adult kids hollering at the top of their lungs, running around the schoolyard with their arms in the air. Some were even kissing the ground as they left the building, while others found themselves trapped, squashed together trying to get out all at the same time. Teachers ran for cover and pedestrians followed suit. One old lady, driving by in her car, was kind enough to even call the fire department on her cell phone. Why else would they act this way?

I watched from the class window with the other two in our friendly trio. Okay , so it was the last day of school and I was excited, but not enough to have it end by being trampled to death. Being cut out of the doorframe or scraped of the walls was not how I wanted to start my life. Plus, the 'BACKSTAGE PASSES' was still ringing in my head. I swear it sounded like wedding bells.

"Backstage passes?! To what?" I asked after turning away from watching the firemen pull up. Okay, so maybe the bells were just sirens. Oh, well.

Excitement soon extinguished the humor in 'the traitors' as she exclaimed, "To the 'Demonic's concert in Kyoto!"

"Honto?!" She nodded.

"Sugoi!"

I was impressed. Those were the toughest passes to get! And the group, well, let me put it this way. They were, like, the only, like, band that was, like, ever played, like, on the, like, hippest rock station, ne. For Ayame's excitement I conveniently forgot my hatred for the band. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE their music, but the lead singer just... Well, he could drop dead for all I cared.

My next statement was strictly reflexive. She had something cool, I didn't. Friends always share, right?

"Can I go Aya-chan? Huh, CanIcanIcanIcanIcanIcanI, huhhuhhuh? Onegai!?"

"Iie." Her voice was so real and her face straight that I would have believed her. WOULD have, if only her eyes didn't give it away. For her delight I acted as if she had just slapped me in my face. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. I gave my best I-can't-believe-you-just-did-that-no- no-no-I-won't-believe-it-it-can't-be-no-way look.

"Na-nani?" I pleaded.

"Weeeelllllllllll... I do have on extra ticket. What do you think Sango?" Ayame asked. Sango had that you'd-make-an-excellent-actress look that changed at Ayame's question into I-can't-believe-you look of total exasperation. "You have the other ticket, so if its only fair for you to be part of the choosing." Of course she played right along.

"Iie. She doesn't need it. She probably doesn't even want it. Don't you hate Demonic Kagome-chan?" Sango said as convincingly as possible. She was a horrible actress. Her voice was a give away just as much as Ayame's eyes. She could never lie. Yet, the question was genuine.

"I love their music! I just don't like them."

"You've never met them. You've never even seen them! You could be saying that you don't like the hottest guy- the guy of your dreams- when you say that!" Sango cried.

"That lead singer's voice irritates me, okay!" That was not a question, mind you.

"Why?"

"Don't know. It just strikes a nerve. Like a bad memory or something."

"Oh..."

"Soooo.... ONEGAI! Sango-chan, onegai. Aya-chan?" I pleaded with puppy dog eyes. ^_^ I'm sooooooo good!

'The traitors' shone with humor and delight. She was really having fun teasing me. Sango looked as if she was actually having fun teasing me, too.

Man I must look desperate.

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"Iie," they said in unison with straight faces.

For a moment 'the traitors' betrayed their betrayal. I was totally lost. It was if the sun had risen in the West. Sango even sounded serious! They weren't going to let me go...

"Unless," Sango added with an evil grin on her face.

"You BEG us," Said Ayame with a grin very much like Sango's and hers had an extra edge to it. Her Eyes. They were grinning with the same mischievous. I had finally come to the conclusion that they had been planned All of this. When? I had no idea.

"I beg you, onegai!" I cried. I was getting fed up with this game. "Aya-chan, come on, be a friend. Onegai, give me the pass!"

"On your hands and knees, bowing,"Sango added.

That was a serious blow to the pride. Heck it would be to anyone's, right? They were having way to much time with this.

"NO WAY!" I yelled. The other two picked up their bags and walked outta the class room and Sango called back over her shoulder.

"See ya, Kag-chan! I hafta pack, we leave tomorrow and are staying a few weeks! I'll call to give you a number to talk to us. Ja ne!"

'They are going without me,' I thought panic-stricken. It had started out as a game that I easily forgot. This was serious!

I grabbed my bag and ran after them. Flinging out in front of them, I bowed. My head on the ground I wailed, "I beg you, I beg you, Onegai-"

"Get of the ground Kag! You gotta start packing,ne?" Sang called from behind me. They had left me on the ground like an idiot. "Anata no baka! Come on."

Rrrrggggg! They are going to pay for this!