InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You Changed My Life ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

*Disclaimer: Like everyone else, I don't own anyone but the story line and made up characters*

 

Hey, Gothic hanyou here. I've gotten a little bored with my other ongoings, and suffering a major writer's block for them. So, I decided to start something fresh, and with lots of swearing, drugs, alcohol ect. Fun Fun! So, enjoy! (That is, if you like being depressed while reading a fanfic)

 

You Changed My Life

 

Chapter 1

 

A young girl sat in her usual seat at the back corner of the English room against the window. She was staring out at the beautiful, bright, sunny day outside and despising it with all her might. The sunlight was shining in her dark blue hair streaked with black and red, which contrasted with her pale skin. Her eyes used to be a bright chocolate brown but had since dulled to a dark, soul-less gray and seemed almost black with the addition of black eye shadow and eyeliner.

 

As usual she wasn't paying attention to the class and looked to the other back corner where her best girl friend Sango sat. At first glance she appeared to be paying attention, but upon closer inspection you could just notice the headphone wire trailing down under long black hair to her front pocket. Her eyes were glazed over as she was lost in her own thoughts and stared blankly at the board.

 

Kagome smirked slightly and went back to doodling. If she had even remotely liked school she would have considered taking art, she was quite good with all the practice she had. She was just shading the wings on a burning angel. "Kagome, correct this sentence for us will you?" Her teachers' voice brought her back to reality. She snapped her head up and stared blankly for a moment at the board.

 

"Umm" she mumbled while scanning the sentence for errors. "Oh, it needs a capital, a comma between 'him' and 'then' and Nizuma needs to be capitalized." She returned back to her drawing without a second glance. Some how she just managed to keep good grades, not excellent but within the mid-60's. English was her best class by far; her short stories, poems and songs always earned at least a 90%. Now if she could just get her civics mark up to a meager pass then she would be fine.

 

The bell rang about 20 minutes later as Kagome stuffed her drawing back into her binder and headed out with Sango. "Holy shit, if I was in there 5 more minutes I swear I'd have died of a nic fit" Sango scoffed.

 

Kagome laughed "Ya me too".

 

They headed down the stairs to the ground floor and turned right to the hallway where their lockers where. Miroku was already waiting with his back to Sango's locker. "Hey, my bitches!" he teased.

 

"You wish" Kagome smirked.

 

"Move out of the way, my smokes are in there" Sango shoved him to the side.

 

"Oh, touchy, touchy." He said. "Your dangerous when on a nic fit"

 

They headed out the doors just around the corner to the smoking pit. It was actually just the teachers' parking lot outside the schools property. Cigarette buts littered the gravel along with busted lighters and broken, homemade bongs just to name a few things. It was usually packed out here so they walked across the road into a wooded clearing and sat under their favorite tree. "Don't look" Kagome ordered to Miroku as she sat down. Her short navy skirt didn't allow for such movements, as sitting flat on the ground, neither did her knee high boots. She situated herself somewhat comfortably on the grass and pulled out a smoke and lighter.

 

Sango and Miroku did the same. They all had spares this period so were free for an hour and fifteen minutes. Sango was laying on her stomach propped up on her elbows, Miroku sat crossed legged one arm resting on his knee while Kagome sat facing them, her legs straight out in front of her and she laid back on one arm. They all took a few long drags on their smokes as they relaxed in silence. "You know what I could go for right now?" Kagome asked looking up at the sky.

 

Sango understood and dug through her many pants pockets. "Light it up" she said, throwing her a slightly crumpled cigarette.

"Thanks" she sighed smiling.

 

"Hey, don't light that shit up out here" Miroku snorted

 

"What, as if a teacher is gunna come out here. Much less a cop" she retorted "If kids can get away with smoking a fucking bong right outside the school then we can get away with smoking a joint way over here" She stuck it between her lips and light the end inhaling deeply. "That's some good shit Sango, where'd ya get it?" she said passing it to her.

 

"Lets just say I have my sources" she grinned taking a drag. Sango was probably the biggest pothead in the school. Kagome always wondered how she wasn't amune to the damn stuff; she's been smoking it since she was 12 or 13.

 

"You guys are dumb," Miroku said mildly, looking up to the sky.

 

"Ya well, weed is better than nicotine dumbass," Sango said rolling onto her side "And besides, it numbs the pain" she said quietly. They fell into a silent agreement. "God its fucking hot" Sango finally broke the silence and unzipping her sweater. She wore a simple black tank top but had added sliver studs and spikes from dismantled bracelets.

 

"Why'd you wear a sweater today anyway?" Kagome argued but silenced as she saw why. Sango's arms were covered with fresh bruises and a few cuts and welts. "Oh, sorry"

 

"Pfh, s'nothing you haven't seen before" she said tying her sweater around her waist. "I see you didn't escape unscathed either" she said motioning to Kagome's arms and legs.

 

"Ya, the stupid fucker tried to rape me again when I got home" she shrugged. "Now it's your turn Roku" Kagome turned to Miroku.

 

He slid off his studded leather jacket and pulled his black shirt half way up his chest revealing his stomach. There were two large black bruises and a long, thin, horizontal slash and several puncture wounds. "Got shoved into the TV cabinet, the glass did that" he traced a finger along his gash and a few of the more noticeable puncture wounds.

 

This was almost a daily, if not weekly ritual they did, to compare the evidence of their fresh beatings. They all came from the 'wrong side of the tracks' so to say, and so they were labeled. They were the only prep hating Goth/Punk group at their school. They had a few other friends like Ayame, Kouga and his two friends Gintu and Hakkaku and a few other lesser-known people. But they mainly stayed to themselves in their group of three.

 

Kagome's favorite hobby at school was to point and make fun of the 'delicate' preps of the school, both male and female.

The leader of the females was a major slut called Kikyou. All the boys were crazy for her. Therefore making herself Kagome's favorite target. And also because she wore more pink than should be allowed. She was currently dating a rather handsome guy Kagome so long ago had the hots for. He had long blue-silver hair and amber eyes that could melt steel but were as cold as space itself. She still loved his attitude though, the way he taunted her and her friends. Kagome had learned to give him the respect he deserved even if he was a brown noser and major prep.

 

"Now I've got the munchies" Kagome sighed rubbing her stomach as she put out her cigarette in the dirt. She checked her watch "We can head in now, lunch starts in like 5 minutes"

She waited for Sango and Miroku to stand "Sango, Gimme a hand" she said throwing her hand into the air. Miroku beat her to it and grabbed Kagome's hand. He yanked her up into his arms and started laughing. "Hey Miroku, my skirt almost blew up, you ass" she growled trying to escape his grip.

 

"Point is?" he said letting her go. She rearranged her skirt and top and pulled her boots up.

 

"God damn fishnet is giving my legs a rash" she mumbled trying to pull them up and walk at the same time.

 

They passed the group of preps, losers, and norms earning several taunting stares. "Take a picture, it'll last longer" Kagome snapped at a group of drooling boys. But she was none the less pleased at the brief attention she received, even if it was because of her skimpy outfit. Her skirt barely covered anything, the same for her shirt; a low cut, black tummy top with fishnet sleeves.

 

The boys blinked and smirked "What's the point? You wouldn't show up anyway"

 

"Well you'll just be wasting film trying to prove that theory" She shot back and grinned at the ooooooh's that passed through the crowd. Kagome stuck her middle finger high into the air as she added an extra sway in to her stride with her back turned.

 

Miroku and Sango gave her a high five inside the doors as they all laughed, making their way to the caff. Classes weren't yet out so they could pass through the lunch line and leave before being noticed. "What are you gunna get?" Kagome asked them as she glanced over the selection and picking out a sandwich and salad, she cared about how she looked if no one else did.

 

"Hmmm, fries and gravy" Sango told the lady behind the counter.

 

"Make that two" Miroku added.

 

They paid at the register, Kagome and Sango with a cookie each as well. They were just exiting the cafeteria when the lunch bell rang. They headed out into the courtyard and sat at one of the picnic tables off to the side. "We need some fresh blood at this school," Kagome said thoughtfully. "I'm tired of the same old faces day after day".

 

"What do you mean 'fresh blood'?" Sango asked picking absently through her fries.

 

"I mean like, new guys. There's such a bad selection here, sorry Miroku" she added.

 

"None taken" he waved his hand, dismissing her apology.

 

"Ya, you're right. Were too old for the minor niners now" she sighed

 

"By grade 11 you'll either be dating your friend or enemy" Kagome sighed too.

 

"Hey, you guys wanna come over later?" Sango asked, starting a new subject.

 

"Ya sure" Kagome and Miroku asked in unison. Both knew that Sango was just looking for a way to avoid her father for a few hours. It also got them away from their homes as well.

 

"By the time I get home, everyone will be too drunk to even walk" Kagome added shrugging. She didn't refer to her 'parents' as her mom and dad. Her mom was just a $2 whore and her step dad was her pimp, a complete fucking asshole called Naraku and always trying to rape her. She had long ago put several locks onto her door so she wouldn't have to worry about being raped in the night. Both were pretty much fucked by 6 o'clock at the latest and Naraku was usually angry-drunk.

She was completely unwanted at home, so she avoided it at all costs. She only slept and sometimes ate there if no one was awake or home. Her little brother Souta had moved in with her biological father who won custody over him years ago. Kagome would have gone with them but her real father lived at the other end of Japan, which meant she would have to leave her friends.

 

Sango and Miroku's families weren't that much different. Sango was beaten on a regular basis by her father for no real reason other than he hated her. While Miroku was beaten and taunted by his 2 older, bigger brothers when his parents weren't home, which was quite often.

They had all agreed to pool together enough money and get jobs to pay for a small apartment together. They only had enough to pay for the first 3 months, they decided to save up for 6 months.

 

The picnic tables filled up faster than usual due to the sunny weather as the odd threesome finished their lunch in silence avoiding the taunting stairs and rude remarks passing through the groups. They ignored them all having become accustomed to it so many years ago and had heard everything under the sun about themselves. "Ready?" Miroku asked rising.

 

"Yep" Kagome groaned in a bored tone. She was having a rather awkward time trying to stand and not show off too much. She was saved when Miroku casually stood in front of her, blocking her from view. "Thanks" she said passing him and sliding a hand across his ass playfully.

 

They passed the many groups to the doors leading back inside and making their way slowly to their lockers. Sango and Kagome's lockers were side by side and Miroku's was 3 lockers to the right. Kagome nearly roared when she turned the corner. As usual two familiar figures were sucking each other's faces off against her locker. "Scuze me" she said roughly shoving them aside.

 

"Manners Higurashi" Sesshomaru said tauntingly. Drawing his girlfriend closer. Kagome just snorted and opened her locker to which was decorated to her liking. Plastered with pictures of her friends and favorite punk bands and full of loose, wrinkled papers, long forgotten textbooks, cigarette packs and clothes just to name a few things.

 

"Bite me" she barked slamming her locker closed and glaring at him. "And what are you laughing at you fucking Ditz?" she snapped at a giggling Kikyou.

 

Kikyou frowned "You are a rude little bitch aren't you? And that shirt totally doesn't go with that skirt" she said, motioning to her clothes.

 

"When I want fashion advice from the village bicycle, I'll ask you. Till then, back off bitch" Kagome retorted

 

"You shouldn't be the one to talk" Kikyou said quietly

 

"You wanna go Bitch?" Kagome challenged, spreading her arms wide knowing she could easily beat this preppy little whore even on her worst day.

 

Kikyou didn't reply and just scowled in defeat before lookin up to Sesshomaru for backup. "Now, Now. Fighting never solves anything," he said coolly.

 

Kagome threw her head back and laughed out loud "You don't know how many times I've heard that and proved the person wrong" She smirked as the couple left. Sango waited till they were around the corner before giving Kagome another high five.

 

"Wow, that was so totally Fucking Awesome Kag!" Sango beamed in delight.

 

Kagome smiled back, Two put downs and the day was only half over. How many more surprises could this day possibly bring?

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