Chapter One

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I stared up in horror at Inuyasha's bloodied face. He was covered in blood from the 5 men who attacked us. What made me more terrified then anything else was his long fangs protuding from his jaw. I needed to run, but my broken body was just too weak...

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The high school gym was covered in fake snow flakes, a small fake igloo stood over out of the corner. Stupid little items hung from the ceiling and the music roared in the ears of all the students at the prom night. Was there anything more fun? Anything more exciting? Anything more gag worthy?

I groaned and slumped down deeper in the hard chair next to the wall. Glaring with hatred and resentment at Kikyo whom was currently dancing with Koga. Koga was supposed to be my date for the night. I looked around at the other chair occupants and spotted a not very surprising sight, Kikyo's date, Naraku, was also glaring daggers at the two.

Kikyo, many words described her. Kikyo was beautiful, smart, lovely, fair, two faced, a cheat, a back stabber, a liar, a user, easy, a whore, and the school slut. She was also my older sister, which I was ashamed of being related to anyone like her. Her once black hair was now bleached blond and she always wore skimpy clothing, the dress she wore right now had no back, and also not much of a front either.

I silently wondered if her life's goal was to become a hooker.

Probably, I thought as I continued to glare at her. Unlike my sister, I wasn't beautiful, I hated my average face, I didn't know why Kikyo was given looks when she was nothing but self centered and it was considered laughable, even to the older folk to call my sister a virgin. She always cheated with her friend's boyfriends, she even cheated with my own, whenever I had one. Which wasn't all that very often.

I didn't want to believe it, but now, I knew it was the truth. Koga is so out of my life now. The cheating/lying bastard.

I folded my arms over my chest as I continued to glare at them. Hm, guess Koga's enjoying himself, good for him. I thought as Koga grabbed Kikyo's bony ass. Kikyo was shoving herself at him like a cat in head, shoving her ass into his crotch. I snorted at myself at comparing her to a cat. Not surprising though, lately in my mind she's dropped around to that of a pig.

Smoothing nonexisent wrinkles out of my plain, black dress, I pulled at the cloth. Usually I wore nothing but loose jeans and a comfy shirt. I never dressed up nor wore that smelly, nasty goop, women call make up. I only dressed up nice tonight to show the others that I could look nice for once. And look more like a girl, than a boy.

Sure, I was plain, plain face, body, hair, everything, but I wasn't drop-dead sexy, far from it. I sighed in dispair, the night was a bust and I haven't even been here for thirty minutes, more like ten.

"Why are you sitting here by yourself, Kagome?"

I jumped and made that stupid little eep sound that girls do. I twisted in my seat, almost falling off in the process, and looked at the guy who transferred here a couple of weeks ago. I didn't even notice him approach, let alone sit down next to me.

If he was a snake, I'd been bitten.

I was too engrossed in hoping that Kikyo's hair would fall out and her face would get premature wrinkles and Koga's balls would shrivel up and die.

I wasn't sure what his name was, but we did talk sometimes when I didn't have my nose shoved in a book, textbook and otherwise. But I did know that he was mysterious. Not much was known about him because he didn't talk about himself that often. Hell, he didn't talk much at all. Even Kikyo, the leading cheerleader was interested in him. He, however, didn't even look at the vain shrew.

I felt pity for Naraku, he was a good kid. Naraku was among the only jocks who didn't hit on me, but I knew they only did hit on me because they hoped I could get them a few brownie points with my sister for them. I of course, always never listened, or told them to go away. Must have been hard for him, knowing that his girlfriend was nothing but a slut.

I saw him out of the corner of my eye as he turned and followed my heated gaze to the two. He barked out a laugh. I turned to him outraged, how dare he laugh at me!

He held his hands up in surrender, "I wasn't laughing at you, I swear, I was laughing at the look on Koga's face." He lowered his hands and I returned to my current favorite past time, hoping they would drop dead where they stood. "Koga looks like he's in heaven."

I snorted, Koga was in heaven huh? I hoped he caught a horrible STD from that slip of heaven he was in. God knows my sister had several of them. I turned to ask him to go away but I came up short. He was staring intently at me.

I felt myself go red, sure that he noticed how pathetic I looked. How much I was a fraud, how stupid I looked with make up on, how ugly my dress was, and my ugly looking hair. Shame colored my cheeks as I wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole.

"You look beautiful tonight, Kagome."

I furrowed my brows, anger over taking the shame I was feeling. He had nerve, mocking me like that. He might as well cam out and said I look like shit. It would have been nicer than mocking my pathetic attempt to look nice for once, pretty even.

I stood up, anger evident in my expression as his turned to confusion. A string of words came to mind, not one of them nice. They were close to slipping past my tongue but not wanting to make a complete fool of myself, I turned away to stalk off. I was going to go over, bitch slap Koga and call home and ask Mom to take me home.

But a warm hand clamped around my wrist like a vise, strong yet surprisingly gentle. I tried to jerk my hand out of his grip, but I pulled him out of his seat and he stood up, towering over me by a good foot and a half. I knew I was short for a seventeen year old, but he made me feel only three inches tall instead of my four foot, nine.

"Let go of me!" I ordered, ice dripping from every word as I struggled to free myself. Not wanting to make a scene, I stopped my futile efforts. I wondered if a good way to make him let me go was to kick him where it would hurt the most.

"What have I said to make you so angry?" He asked, confused and a little hurt at the tone of my voice. I tired to keep myself from saying something mean to him, but it didn't work out the way I hoped it would.

"How dare you make fun of me, you bastard. Calling me something that I'm not, it would have been nicer to say I looked like shit then beautiful! I would have taken it nicer, there's no reason to get pissed over something you know that's the truth. It would have been nic--"

"But you are--" He interrupted.

"Bullshit!" I interrupted him. "I know I'm not pretty, and my hair isn't all that great, it's dead and lifeless, I know I'm ugly. I know I don't have any friends, and... And. Shit." I muttered as tears blurred my vision. I rubbed frantically at my eyes, I refused to cry in front of anyone, let alone him!

He was the type of guy that a girl like me, wanted, dreamed about, but would never have. Hell, guy's like him didn't even notice girls like me, they didn't even know we existed.

With his black hair, startling golden eyes, and chiseled jaw, I knew he was way out of my league. Did I care? No, I couldn't give a shit at all. But it still hurt when guys, and men also, didn't even pause to look at you, they only gave a quick glance and that was it. Why do men always look for the beauties. Usually, the beauties were vain and arrogant.

I stiffened when he folded his arms over my shoulders. Damn him! I didn't want pity for my moment of weakness. I prided myself on always staying strong and never letting the world and the people in it get me down. Was I happy about my life? No. Was I content with it? Yes. I always kept a gun in my room close to hand, my mom knew I was smart enough to not shoot myself on accident and not depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose. That little gun was more of a best friend then the only person I talked too, rarely at that.

But Sango was over dancing with Miroku and I wanted to talk to her, but I didn't want to interrupt her dance with my problems.

"I meant what I said, Kagome." He said softly and cupped my cheek with one hand. "Every word."

"Liar" I sniffed, my temper tantrum long forgotten.

"You are too pretty, even when you dress like a boy. I have to say I like looking at you when you look more like a boy. You give off an untouchable presence that tempts me to get behind the outter shell and get to know the real you." He ran his fingers down my face, "To find out what's your favorite color, your favorite food, hobby, everything."

I snorted at that. "Blue, ice cream, reading a book, everything about me is plain and boring."

"Not true. Your hair isn't dead and lifeless, it's luminous, beautiful, the kind of hair I love to run my hands through." He smoothed his thumb over my cheek before it traveled to my lips. "You are lovely, sweet, kind, and innocent to the horror's of the world. You have an virginal beauty that emits a sort of presence about you. The kind that guys like me look for when they want to make a commitment. Like a siren, tempting me to pluck and see how you taste."

"You're mistaken, Kikyo's beautiful, not I." I said, starting to believe him as he continued to rub his thumb across my bottom lip.

He didn't even look from, he kept staring intently into my eyes. I had a sudden urge to look away from his heated gaze. "True, she may have a pretty face," I felt my heart sink to my stomach, unwilling to believe that he was going to ruin this moment.

He grinned suddenly and my heart dropped down to say hello to my feet. "But she hides her ugliness and wickedness behind that pretty face of hers. It won't last forever. Someday her undeserved beauty will wither and die and the rotting carcass that she truly is will be exposed for all to see. Soon, I hope." He added in a whisper as he nuzzled my throat.

"She can't even hold a candle to your beauty." He murmured as he continued to nuzzle my throat. I blinked and felt the breath catch in my throat as he wrapped his arms around my lower back and pulled me closer to him. I thought I might have grown ten feet tall at what he said about my sister, and me too. He had to bend down to nuzzle my throat, but it was the first intiment moment I've had with a guy.

I usually stayed far away from them, I usually didn't trust them to stay faithful to one person. Only reason why I agreed to be Koga's date for the night was I didn't want to look like a fool and come here alone.

"You know, Kagome, if you hadn't agreed to come with Koga, I would have asked you to be my date tonight." He said softly as he pulled away and started to rub his thumb across my lips.

Damn, when I screw up, I screwed up badly. Maybe the night wasn't a bust after all. He blinked and looked up, I followed his glare and spotted Koga marching toward us, anger evident on his face. He chuckled, and I caught a glimpse of his teeth, pearly white, and yet the canines were a little sharper than normal. I furrowed my brows, odd.

"Looks like lover boy's a little angry." I looked back at Koga and glared at him, he was almost on top of us. "Don't worry about lover boy, Kagome." I grinned, I wasn't worried at all. I also noticed that Naraku was no longer sitting in his chair. Oh well, I thought and turned my attention back to the problem at hand.

"What the hell do you think your doing with my date?" Koga growled. I look up as the guy, whom I still didn't know his name placed his hands protectively on my shoulders.

"Date? She's your date? I never would have known it from the way you were dancing with her sister the entire time the two of you were here." He said innocently.

Koga seemed a little flustered and his face got hotter. "That's none of your damn business. Let go of her and go away." He blurted as he grabbed at my arm and jerked me away from my friend.

"This isn't any of your damn business, Koga." I snapped, slapping Koga's hand away. I drew both their gazes. I took a step away from Koga and felt my nameless friend's arms wrapped around my shoulders in a possessive manor. "Go back and continue to dance with my slut of a sister, and while your at it, I hope you get a deadly STD from her. Now go away and leave us be." I said dryly, already regretting coming here in the first place.

"You bitch!" Koga growled as he lifted his hand, I flinched away, knowing that he was going to hit me. Except the blow never came. I opened my eyes and saw Koga kneeling on the floor, his face was contorted with pain. The guy whom I still don't know his name, was standing behind me a second ago, but he was standing in front of me now, Koga's fist in his own fist.

Koga whimpered in pain and I thought he was going to break Koga's wrist.

"How dare you try to strike her, you filthy coward. Don't you ever call Kagome a bitch again. Don't let me see your cowardly face around her again." He snarled, his voice ice cold that left me shaking in my ridiculous high heels. I've never heard him talk to anyone else. Now that I thought about it, he never really talked to anyone except me.

I watched as Koga paled and nodded slowly. "Good." He said curtly and threw down Koga's hand and rubbed his palm on his pants leg like Koga's touch was unpleasant. He left Koga crumpled on the floor and walked towards me, taking my arm in his gentle grip and stirring me towards the door.

I looked back at Koga, shocked that he was floored so easily.

"Let's get out of here, I don't want to do something that I might regret later if I see his face again tonight." I nodded and looked back at him. He pulled me closer and I didn't fight. "Let's watch a movie or something, this place is starting to bore me. I'm starting to get tired of you sister glaring at you."

"Why?" I asked, as I started to turn around and look at her.

"She doesn't deserve your gaze, Kagome. She's jealous that I've given you all my attention instead of her. I'm in the mood for a horror flick, you up for it?"

"Bring on the blood!" I answered his question. He barked out a laugh and grinned. I wasn't too sure where he was parked but I let him lead me away from the blaring music and lights of the school's prom night, it was starting to give me a headache. Funny, I was only at the prom for less than thirty minutes and I was already sick and tired of it.

I paused, "Hey, I know you've probably told me your name, but I can't remember it. What is your name?"

He looked at me and grinned, "You know, I don't think I ever told you my name. Inuyasha. My name's Inuyasha." I nodded.

"Well, Inuyasha, my friend, let's go rent us several horror flicks and stuff ourselves on pop corn and other junk foods."

He snickered. "Sounds like a plan." I honestly couldn't wait until I got out of these high heels, I could feel a blister forming on my left foot and it was going to be a big one. I shook my head, loose strains of my black hair falling on my forehead. I jumped when the only light lightening our path sizzled and died.

Without knowing it, I had burrowed myself into Inuyasha's side, my arms wrapped around his waist. His arms around my shoulders. Embarrassed, I started to pull away but the scent of cheap beer caused my nose to wrinkle in disgust. That's when I noticed the outline of several large men surrounding the two of us. I gasped and clung closer to Inuyasha as the stench of cheap acholol and cigarettes clogged my nostrils.

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(A/N) There's chapter one, this story's probably going to be a couple of chapters long, maybe, maybe not. If you liked the story and how it ends, then review and I might put up a sequel after I finish it, but this is only chapter one and only time will tell how long or short it will be. Don't forget the reviews!