Disclaimer: that which thou desirest most, thine cannot have. In other words, no tengo IY. Darn that Takahashi-sama.

Hello! This is my first IY fic!! It's not according to the story, so don't think the characters are messed up, cuz it's supposed to be that way!! ß(lame excuse)

Waaaaaaaaaaah!! TT actually, I was serious. The setting of my story is in modern America in a modern American high school. Kagome is a freshman who doesn't really want to stand out too much and Inu Yasha is a hot junior. In other words, Kagome one lucky monkey. (Darn her!!) but anyways, on with the story......

Kagome waited the bus stop, book in hand. It was the reading she had to do last night, choosing to complete the last few pages on the bus. The book was Jane Eyre, an old English romantic novel. It wasn't very appealing to her so much as it was to the rest of her classmates but she had to admit, the content and plot far surpassed those books that she had been assigned earlier in the year. Her elbows were propped upon her knees and her book held by both hands. She sighed and let the book fall back limply from her face. She watched the distant foggy road for any sign of a large, yellow bus, tiring of Jane Eyre's constant analysis of 'how the trees and flowers were on that dewy morning'.

The icy wind blew the chilly air onto her face, burning her cheeks. Her only response was to squint her eyes, annoyed. It was a cold winter day, only a month left until Christmas vacation. Kagome smiled inwardly; she was looking forward to a break from her studies. It hadn't been an easy school year for her; she had decided to sign up for as many honors classes as she could, assuming it wouldn't be challenging (and the credits earned very beneficial). True, the classes weren't extremely difficult, but she was forced to juggle her classes around at times. Especially since the semester was quickly coming to an end. The constant cramming from both teachers and students gave the whole school a sense of anxiety.

A soft roar of an automobile engine was heard from the distance and followed by the lifting of backpacks around her. She quickly slung her book bag over her shoulder and migrated stupidly toward the moving bus with the rest of the students. It seemed as if no one wanted to wait even 2 seconds for the bus to reach the stop. According to Kagome's thinking, it was rather pointless, but walked just as briskly as everyone else in fear of having to stand for the entire ride to school.

She pulled herself onto the bus and searched the seats. She hated trying to find a seat when she was on the last bus stop. No one was kind enough to move their fat butts for anyone and once you move forward down the bus aisle, you can't just move back, lest you want to piss off the person behind you. Kagome picked a girl sitting in a two-seater with her backpack as her company.

"Can I sit here?" Kagome asked politely. The girl's head jerked up and replied, "sure", heaving her bag onto her lap and scooting closer to the window. Kagome swung my bag down, heavier then she meant to, and struggled to pull it onto my thighs. She waited comfortably until the sound of the bus door closing and the revving of the engines were heard.

They reached school coon enough with only one or two turns; Kagome was on the last stop after all, it would make sense she wouldn't have to wait that long to get o school. She hopped off the bus, walking with the huge load of notebooks on her back. Ugh, she thought, I have GOT to lighten this thing up when I get back home after school. She walked moderately, making her way to the school library. It was nice library filled with books and about just as many computers. For someone new to the school, they would've thought it quite noisy and chaotic in the library that morning, but it was really nothing new. Many students choose to do their homework in the morning, due to lack of time or just laziness.

Kagome found a seat at an empty table and took out her Jane Eyre book and, with a sigh, began reading it. She had just found the page where she left off when—THOK!! A good-sized tennis ball smacked her forehead. She reached up a hand to hold her head, but as she did so, the ball bounced heavily on her book, knocking it clear off the table. Kagome didn't bother to bend down to pick up her book; she glanced at the direction where the ball came from.

An eruption of laughter reached her ears when she took in the sight of a group of four or five tall guys, laughing her arses off. Each wore the average prep clothing, along with yellow bleached and/or spiked hair. They were good-looking and the first impression shouted "Popular! Jocks! Seniors!" to my face very clearly. But to Kagome at the time, they looked too similar to a bunch of arseholes.

They walked over to her and one grabbed the ball from the ground. "Hey, sorry there," said a tall blond one, trying to stifle his idiotic laughter. A heavy-browed, bleached haired guy found my Jane Eyre book. Kagome stiffened. This is not good...

"Hey, you're reading Jane Eyre! Hey Jeff, 'member this book?"

"Heck yeah, it was the worst," replied the blond guy who apologized to me earlier.

"Dude," piped up a fourth one with a navy blue hat, "that means she's a freshman." Kagome's eyes widened slightly. This was definitely not good!

"You're a little freshman, huh?" 'Jeff' asked, leaning toward her. Kagome leaned away slightly, having no intention of the distance between her and these pissants to lessen.

The guy immediately turned after he was smacked heartily on the back of the head. "Ow, dangit, that friggin HURT, Jake!!" he yelled.

"'Course this little asian's a freshman, Jeff! Jus' toldja, dumbarse!"

Kagome prepared to leave as quickly as she could, even if it meant leaving her Jane Eyre novel behind. The idea of a couple of senior jocks knowing she was a freshman was not an appealing idea.

"Hey, where d'ya think you're goin'?" The guy who picked up Kagome's Jane Eyre novel stood in front of her, holding her book teasingly. "Don'cha think you're forgetting sumpin'?"

The rest of the 18 year-old athletes soon crowded around her, blocking all passage of escape. Kagome glanced around her then stared at the brown-eyed guy standing in front of her with contempt. The girl heard the soft hushes and mutterings from outside her human barrier.

"What's going on—?"

"Jake is picking on who—?"

"Some asian girl—don't know her..."

"She's freshman?"

Kagome gritted her teeth. She had always been afraid to stick out of the crowd in fear of something like this happening. Though her insides were churning with nervousness, she stood her ground and kept her face neutral.

"Heeeeey, yo Jake...you wanna have some fun with her or sumpin'?" asked Jeff. It appeared that he had just joined his pack of cronies and in doing so, nudged the brown haired guy with the girl's book. Jake smiled not taking his eyes of Kagome.

"Sure, why not? She looks like she needs a little scare," he said. Kagome felt her heart beating against her ribs and the blood pounding in her head. All the people in the library watched with hushed voices. She had always heard rumors of seniors doing as much as beating lower classmen to the brink of death, but she never really considered it seriously. Let's just say her way of thinking changed dramatically at that moment.

As she watched Jake intensely, trying with all her strength to hide the fear inside her, she saw his head now once and suddenly, she was held immobile by two pairs of muscled arms. Kagome gasped and her backpack dropped to the ground. She struggled furiously but stopped abruptly as her captors squeezed so tightly her arms hurt. She cried out as her body became limp, trying to decrease the pain as much as possible.

Her head hung down and through her bangs hanging from her fore head, she could see Jake's feet, slowly making their way closer to her. A finger lifted up her chin to face him. Kagome desperately tried to hide all traces of fear. She knew that beasts like him fed on fear and were only excited by the beads of sweat, the chapping of lips, and the falling of tears.

His face was filled with malicious dominance. He waited expectantly for her to breakdown, for her to give him the joy he so loved from torturing others. She felt so ready to let everything burst and surrender to him the emotions of frustration, pain, and fear. But the little voice in her head convinced her to fight against it. She gave Jake a face with gritted teeth and narrowed eyes.

His smug face morphed into a vicious expression and she fell to her knees crying out and clutching her stomach. He had dealt her a harsh blow to the belly and it sent her collapsing in a heap. Jake grinned, wanting to see more of the pain constricted on Kagome's face. Kagome squinched her eyes as he drew back his leg to deliver a vicious kick to her torso.

A cry of pain erupted in the air, but it wasn't from her mouth. She opened her eyes tentatively and found Jake lying sprawled on the floor and a figure standing over him. The figure was a guy, tall with an attractive muscular body and loose baggy clothes fitted around it. His hair was black and long for a boy (down to his shoulder blades) and tied back in ponytail. His face was aggressive at the moment, his eyebrows thick and narrowed, above his glowing amber eyes. Wait a minute, AMBER eyes???

AN: this is NOT the end of the chappie!! squished my chappie or something so I'm splitting it in half to make it look better. Please continue on!!! ;;;;