Chapter One: Kotono High for Youkai and Miko

Yep. Things in life could be extremely pointless sometimes... Okay, make that most. ...

Inu Yasha growled in annoyance as the looming brick building he and many other students called "Hell on Earth" came into view. His golden, slitted eyes glinted with hate for the school as they narrowed, looking over the newly polished, curving lines of the words that formed the school name. He was again confused at the stupidity of the person who'd named the school.

'For one, why put in the "for Youkai and Miko" if there are still those weak humans in it — ones that don't classify as miko? Secondly, why tell the guys to train with the girls when all they do is fumble with stringing an arrow? And it's not just miko, there are male priests and monks as well!

...I simply don't understand how those stupid, brainless girls hold so much power in themselves yet are total retards. Keh! Even Kikyou knows how to use and master a bow and arrow!'

His heart quickened its beating a bit upon the thought of the beautiful and powerful miko. 'And I have to say, she does it better than the guys, too.' With the last thought still in mind, Inu Yasha strode up the three stort steps to enter the main courtyard of the school.

"Hey, Inu Yasha! Did you have a good time at that summer's-over-party? You left early and we couldn't find you." Inu Yasha turned around to look at his highly perverted, so-called-monk friend Miroku, standing with the rest of the group: Kouga, Sango, Kikyou and Shippou.

"I got bored, so I left. You for one, were cetainly having a very good time groping the girls."

"Hey, I'm not that bad!"

"Oh really, Miroku? Then how come I had a count of 25 for the number of times you tried to grope me in this five-minute walk to school, hmmm?" Kouga and Shippou chuckled at Sango's angry retort, while Kikyou smiled softly at her childhood friends.

Miroku pouted at Sango, who in turn glared back. He had long ago learned that Kikyou was not to be touched, especially if Inu Yasha still held a soft spot for her, and that left Sango to be teased and bothered, though he secretly found her quite attractive — not to mention that *tiny*tiny*cough* crush for her that was always growing by the second.

Inu Yasha looked over his friends. Unlike Sango, Kikyou and Miroku, who had been childhood friends, he, Kouga, and Shippou met and gathered at the school, duing their first year. The three humans came during the second semester of the school year, and they spent the last half of the year learning about each other, quickly bonding.

Now, it was the second year, second semester, the day after the new transfer kids had come in. The group had become best friends, and formed their own little "gang" with their friendship. As they grew together, the budding relationships were no surprise to Shippou and Kouga, the only ones who didn't have anyone on their minds within the group.

Yes, Miroku, Sango and Kikyou were humans, whereas Shippou and Kouga were demons; but these humans Inu Yasha admitted to being close friends with were not the ordinary, brainless humans that had managed into this school with marks alone. They were strong in the mind and body, and they were smart, too. Of course, being half human himself he had wondered many times why he was never weaker than a full youkai, why he would always beat them in combat, and why his human side never got the better of him. Not that he wanted that to happen, it was simply wondering about the possibilities that could have happened when his human mother brought him into the world as a hanyou.

By this time, there were way more students flowing into the school than the five or six that were there when the long silver-white haired inu hanyou first arrived. Time was so quick to come and go. Suddenly, the distant purr of motorcycles could be heard, and the crowds of students took on an air of fear.

"It's Naraku and his men!"

"Hurry! Get out of their motorcycles's way!"

"Keep your head down!"

Inu Yasha and his group practically snorted in unison, hearing the old students quickly addressing the new ones. Sure, Naraku was intimidating with his gangs and all, but Inu Yasha's group could beat them any day.

And that was a fact.

The only thing that made this courageous group "afraid" (what all the students refer to it as, and the Inu Yasha gang don't bother to correct them because it would attract unwanted fights and bad student records...) of this spoiled brat of a bastard was the fact that his dad owned an international company and had lots of money, therefore Naraku always got out of trouble without a scar.

As well, the common and logical fact that getting on the bad side of gangsters was a big no-no. So therefore the group hid their anger and hate deep within the confinements of each other's hearts, discussing the sick excuse for a living creature outside of school, safe within the walls of one of their houses.

They stopped to watch the daily occurance and announcement that the damn kid was still alive and in this world. And, so did the rest of the students that were there. Of course, they would stop and "pay respect" to the gangsters, then let a path through the crowd for Naraku, and then slowly and quietly enter themselves, lest the disturbance be too loud for Naraku's tastes.

Kouga had always wondered whether Naraku had taste, though. Now, being the wolf, fox and dog youkai (though half) that were Kouga, Shippou and Inu Yasha, their hairs stood on end, and they strained to keep the scowls and growls from surfacing. But as the sounds of the engines zoomed closer, they noticed that it was only that of two motorcycles, rather than the raid of thirty to forty that usually graced the dusty roads. Curious to know who would actually take a motorcycle to school when all knew full well that the racks were completely occupied by the gangs, the crowds stayed still in their positions, shimmering eyes of varying colors all directed at the bend where the sounds came closer.

Soon enough, two almost identical, top-quality motorcycles sped into view and to a sharp, arching stop in front of the racks to keep the cycles. In a sense, they were identical, with only the color identifying as the younger or the older brother's. The younger's was a sky blue in the front, melting into a rich, peacock green at the back, whereas the elder brother's was the green at the front melting into the blue. They weren't wearing any helmets, but then again, no one did. Not at this school, which they looked like they were going to be attending, by the looks of the identical, boy's uniforms. At this school, rough was real rough.

You don't train kendo with guards. You don't play field hockey with shin guards, or archery with dull-headed arrows. All the equipment is real. If you get hurt, you deal with it. It was a tough school, and it was a wonder that the girls whom Inu Yasha and the gang complained about daily never got hurt. Then again, they never did anythig to give them the opportunity to get hurt.

Fights were often occurances, but these don't go on your record. The teachers see it, but they don't mind.

"You must be strong. A strong priest, priestess, demon. You must be strong to survive." That's what the principal always says as the closing sentence for the assemblies on the days that the new students come in. He makes it clear that fighting is fine. Even death matches. It was an odd school...

The younger brother pulled a piece of paper out of the pant pocket with his left hand, while grabbing the bookbag that had the school emblem sewn onto it, with his right. His older brother had already slung his own over his right shoulder, and hopped over his motorcycle to sit, facing the younger brother. They had turned the engines off, so all they had to do was park it. Looking at the paper and then to the crowd of people standing still in front of the gates, the younger brother turned towards the older and shrugged.

They parked their vehicles silently, and turned to raise elegant eyebrows at the same time towards the few students who gasped.

"I- I wouldn't park there if I were you..."

"Don't do that!..."

"Do you want to get yourselves killed?!..."

"Naraku's gonna hunt you down!..."

Shrugging yet again, the brothers strode up the steps and within the crowd as if they hadn't a care in the world. Well... technically, they didn't walk into the crowd because the students had cleared a path, still shouting and screaming at them to get their vehicles out of the way.

Schoolbags still slung over thier shulders, the two swiftly entered the main building and disappeared in the main office. By this time, the crowd had gone silent again as the purring of a large number of motorcycles could be heard, and, looking at one another, made silent "uh-oh" motions. As Naraku's feared gangs sped into view, the students quickly lowered their heads.

With a screeching halt, Naraku, leading the triangular formation of his gangs, took in the two motorcycles parked in front of him with an air that clearly stated he was uninterested in the matter. After parking his and walking the short distance back to the leader of the right wing of the triangular formation, he stated: "Destroy them."

Simple as that. One order, and the whole right wing charged up, opened the fuel tanks, got out a slingshot, and at the same time, shot two lit matches into the tanks. With a loud, bright boom, the cycles were destroyed. Meanwhile, Naraku and the rest of the gangs had already entered te school halls and were heading to lockers.

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"Everyone, please take your seats; we have two new students today, as they just arrived from a delayed plane last night, so they weren't able to attend yesterday's assembly. I want you all to do the principal a favor and let the siblings learn the rules of this wonderful school."

Grinning and giving each other "we're going to have fun beating them up" looks, most of the guys, who were from Naraku's gangs, leaned forward in anticipation of new prey. Naraku though, sat by the window, staring out with his usual air of boredom. Inu Yasha's little group were by the right hand side, at the front, with two empty seats in the next row. As the door opened and shut, the teacher introduced the students: Kagome Higurashi as the younger brother and Souta Higurashi as the elder.

As the two walked to the remaining seats, one of the gansters purposefully stuck his foot out, intending to trip one of the brothers. To his complete and utter shock, Kagome, being the one in front and in the immediate path of the foot, lifted his foot as if to walk, yet at the last minute, when you're supposed to put your foot down for your next step, Kagome swung it around in a calculated arch to easily kick the jerk out of his seat, and halfway across the room. Setting the foot down as if nothing happened, Kagome continued on to his seat, Souta following suit behind his bro, both still with calm expressions and packs slung over their shoulders.

Not even batting an eye, Naraku continued to look out the window, as if searching for something. The leader of the right wing, from earlier, Yoko Naniku, stood angrily and helped his fallen friend up, glaring daggers at the siblings that were calmly paying attention to the lesson.

"Oi! Bastards! You look'in fer a fight?!"

Souta, after copying down the note for a while and ignoring the challenge, finally couldn't stand it; they had been trekking all over the world for vacation the last year or so, and had not had a good fight since the last time they were at home, that being a practice fight with their mother. Leaning forward to Kagome's ear, he whispered: "How 'bout it? I think we may be a bit rusty."

Next to Kagome, Inu Yasha's dog ears twitched, easily catching the request.

"No, just ignore him. Remember the reason why we fight." Surprisingly, the younger brother's voice was soft, smooth, exactly like a girl's. Confused, Inu Yasha continued to pretend to pay attention to the teacher while he eavesdropped on the two's conversation about having to clean the shrine they lived in, hoping to catch some clues to who they were. After a few minutes, Kagome turned to Inu Yasha: "If you don't pay attention to the lesson, you might fail the test tomorrow."

*Growl* "Who're you to be talking?"

"Inu Yasha, is there something wrong?"

"Shuddup, Miroku."

Eyeing the group of friends that now had their attention trained on Inu Yasha and himself, Kagome seemed to be assessing them one by one. Stopping at Kikyou, she gave a slight nod; whether of approval or of familiarity, none knew, not even Kikyou. In the background, Yoko continued to roar. It was getting annoying, so Kagome turned back to his brother.

"Souta, you can do whatever you like. Just don't hurt him too badly."

"'Kay! Hmm... Kag, ya think he can survive if I dumped him out the window; we are on the third floor. But then again, he's a demon, so...."

Kagome shrugged. "Told you; do whatever you want."

After silently debating for a few seconds, then looking at the advancing figure of Yoko, Souta seemed to make up his mind. "Throw him out the window it is, then."

AN: hello, minna! this chappie is dedicated to Lyra-chan, who's been with me for lots of stuff, and very supportive of my ideas, whether or not i got to do them. just a note, this whole fiction is dedicated to the relationship between me and my big bro: WE R_O_C_K !! and yes, i'll try to get out kagome of the phoenix clan chapter 8, you impatient peoples. speaking of which, i wrote this during summer, and decided to leave it so i could extend the length, but seeing that i just survived an art review and tech test and math quiz, all in one day, one after the other and the whole weekend spent studyng non-stop, i figured i'd let you guys celebrate with me. ^^.

disclaimer: i dont own, so if you sue me, i'm going to sue your sorry ases right back! ^.^ (do not take offense unless you plan on sueing me; then you can be afraid. *giggle*)