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Yeah lol anyhow, enough about my old story. On with my new one! Hope you like it!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, just the plot for this story.

There wasn't much you could gather from a single glance at Kagome Higarashi. Except for the fact that she was gorgeous, of course. Her perfectly slim body was clothed the same way it always was during school hours; a figure-hugging shirt with a funny, if not sarcastic, quote printed on her chest and her favourite pair of dark blue jeans, hugging every curve. Pink converse shoes poked from beneath the cuffs of her jeans, becoming visible every time she took a step forward.

Her dark raven hair was pulled into a messy ponytail; the kind that looked as though it had taken seconds when in reality it had taken hours to perfect. Loose strands fell in the twin blue-grey depths of her eyes, framed with long lashes mascara and a touch of blue eye shadow had emphasised. Her lips, full and plump, lavished in their pink lip-glossed glory and her cheeks were rosy with just enough blush.

Yes; Kagome Higarashi was perfect. And she was on the rampage. A step behind her were her three cronies; Ayumi, Eri and Yuka. The three were babbling about two geeks who had been caught pashing in the science laboratory during yesterday's lunch break. Or at least, that's what Kagome thought they were talking about. She honestly couldn't care less. Her eyes were scanning the room in that cold, dangerous fashion people had come to avoid.

Her eyes fell on a freshman hurrying to her locker, waving goodbye to a friend as she wished her good luck in the upcoming maths test. Kagome smirked and waltzed up in an all-too familiar fashion, her posse soon hurrying to join her.

"Hey." Kagome greeted with a charming flash of perfect white teeth.

The freshman looked up and flinched visibly when her cinnamon brown eyes met cold grey. Kagome did her best not to laugh and instead let her stare bore into the newbie's skull. "Hey…" she said uneasily. A hand reached and swatted her ash blonde hair from her face and Kagome noticed its slight shake.

The girl was pretty, in a way. She wasn't hot or anything, but she wasn't ugly either. Her nervousness indicated low self-esteem and lack of confidence. Those two were a dangerous combination, especially when you were in Kagome Higarashi's school.

"Nice skirt… err… what's your name again…?" she asked, the smirk never leaving her lips.

"Chisako; Chisako Yanaga." Was the girl's jitterish reply.

"Hm… there's something about it though…" Kagome thought aloud, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she studied the clothing item.

"Really?" Chisako asked weakly.

Kagome nodded. "Yes; I've definitely seen that pattern before."

The girl's shoulders sagged with relief. "Oh… maybe you're right."

"I wonder where, though…" Kagome continued to think aloud. She turned to Eri. "What do you think?" she demanded.

Eri shrugged. "I suppose."

"Um… I really have to get to class." the girl was about to push past them when Kagome snapped her fingers, fake recognition dawning on her face.

"I've got it!" the smirk was back in all its glory now, an accusing finger pointed at the garment in question. "My grandmother's curtains. That's where I've seen the pattern before!"

The girl was silent now, her bangs covering her eyes as she prepared for the insults she knew were coming.

"Your grandmother's curtains?" Ayumi questioned innocently.

Kagome nodded. "Yeah; remember those really ugly ones she refused to take down?" Her eyes widened in fake horror and she leaned down to whisper in Chisako's ear. "You wouldn't be stealing from my dear grandmother now, would you?"

"N-no…" Chisako squeaked.

Kagome grinned and leaned backwards. "Good, I suggest you go change, then. Even my grandma's curtains couldn't hide those ginormous thighs of yours."

Ayumi, Eri and Yuka laughed and Kagome watched with a smirk of satisfaction as Chisako hurried off, tears dribbling down her cheeks. A while ago Kagome would have felt overwhelmingly guilty for making the freshman cry. But now… now she was different. It was a dog eat dog world, after all.

"That was great, Kaggie!" Yuka cried out.

Kagome smiled sweetly. "Don't call me Kaggie." She said and walked off, leaving Yuka unsure whether she was serious or not.

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SMACK!

"How many times, Miroku?" a very annoyed teen asked her dazed boyfriend who, no doubt, was now seeing stars, "How many times must I tell you to keep your hands to yourself?!"

Miroku flashed her his most charming smile. He was actually quite handsome, with lean muscles visible in his arms and legs and black hair just long enough to be held back in a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. His two violet eyes always glinted with cheer and, even more evident, mischief. "I'm so sorry Sango, but you know how it is with me and my-"

Sango glared at him venomously. "If you're going to feed me that line about your 'cursed hand' then don't even bother. It's your future children that are on the line."

"Eheheh… hey, look who's here!" Miroku said, quickly changing the subject.

Sango turned and rolled her eyes. In walked Kagome, followed by Eri. The rest of Kagome's posse were in other classes, but that didn't seem to phase her. She just sauntered up to her desk and sat down, ignoring Eri's endless chatter completely as she began a conversation with Jakotsu, who sat behind her. Eri seemed to notice this and bit her lip, sulking as she slumped into the seat to the right of Kagome.

"Typical." Sango muttered.

"What a dog, right?"

Sango nearly jumped out of her skin. Usually the clicking of high-heel boots gave away Kikyo's presence, but today she was wearing what appeared to be a new pair of hot pink volleys. That was surprising. Kikyo wearing normal school shoes? Impossible.

But it must have been possible, because here she was; sliding into the seat beside Sango.

"I mean, first she kicks me out for no apparent reason. Then she goes and totally ignores Eri like, dirt or something."

No one really knew the story about Kagome and Kikyo. They were distant cousins, although they could easily pass as twins. Both had long black hair, (although Kikyo's was longer) and the same pairs of blue-grey eyes. Once upon a time they had been friends, or at least, the closest thing to friends you could be with Kagome Higarashi. Then there had been some form of a falling out. Kikyo was kicked out of the group, Kagome gained total control and her relative whom Sango had once (and still) hated was now hanging around with them like they were best buddies.

Sango didn't realise she'd been staring until Kagome turned around and gave her a look as hard as stone. She turned away quickly.

For once, Kikyo had a point. Kagome Higarashi was the definition of mean.

"Someone needs to set her in her place," Kikyo was saying, "Like, did you hear about how she dumped Reiji?"

Huh, only about a million times.

"So cruel…" Kikyo sighed heavily and looked down at her perfectly manicured nails. "Someone needs to teach her a lesson. Like, before she breaks any more hearts."

Personally, Sango believed Kikyo only wanted Kagome gone so she could take back her position as most popular girl and stop having to hang around with the dweeb and her boyfriend.

Kikyo snapped her fingers. "I've got it!" she grinned widely. "We'll break her heart! So simple, why didn't I think of it before?"

Sango tried not to roll her eyes.

"And how exactly do you intend to do that?" she asked.

"Don't worry Sang-sang." How Sango hated that nickname. "I have the perfect guy for the job."

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No one was home when Kagome unlocked the door. Not that that was a bad thing. It was a very, very good thing. She passed through the kitchen, ignoring the growl of her stomach and climbed the stairs up to her room.

Only when the door closed and she flopped down on her warm, soft bed did she begin to unwind. The hard, mean mask melted away with a soft sigh and the eyes that had been death-glaring all day closed. She even let a small tear escape, but refused to go into a fit of crying. Her piano lesson was in an hour, after all. Instead she pulled up the framed photograph sitting on her bedside table and ran her long, elegant fingers across it, staring at the two smiling faces; one hers, the other his…

This was the Kagome no one would ever see. The one that hurt; that felt pain and sorrow just like every other human being. And boy did she have enough sorrow, having cried enough to drown the entire country in a sea of tears.

Not any more, though. She didn't cry. She had turned all of that pain into a pair of fists, which she used to fight her way to the top. No one could hurt her there.

Or at least, that's what she thought.

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Kikyo batted her lashes and gave her best pout. "Pweeeease?"

The teen across from her sighed and shook his head. "I dunno, Kikyo. It sounds a little… well… mean."

"Mean?" Kikyo said angrily. "Mean? You don't know the meaning of the word! She's the devil! She deserves everything she gets! Seriously, someone needs to put her in her place!"

"So you're prepared to stoop to her level to get what you want?"

Just like that, Kikyo changed tactics. She reached across the table and clasped his hands in hers, well-practiced tears welling in her eyes. "So you don't love me?"

"What? Of course I-"

"You won't do something as measly as this? For me?"

"Kik-"

"I thought I was your everything!"

"You are!"

Kikyo was at his side now, her mouth dangerously close to his ear. "Please? Just this once? I promise…"

The teen sighed again, this time in defeat. "Fine. I'll do it."

Kikyo squealed and hugged him tightly. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU!!"

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and hugged her back, if not a little awkwardly. What have I got myself into? He thought miserably.

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