“So, who wants to start us off?” a gangly old lady asked, brimming. It reminded Kagome of all the old ladies in LA that, even if they were old and wrinkled, they would think they were young and pretty and even wear bikinis to the beach and tummy-tops with their grandkids if they were skinny or if they had been pumped with ego as a kid. This teacher, Ami Hikaru, was just a carbon copy of them.

Actually, the whole school was like America. You had your preps, jocks, gangs, nerds, druggies, whores, cheerleaders, the whole shebang. And Kiki had become the center of it--just as the two girls both wanted to be. They wanted to be like the reincarnation of Sakura, which only one could be, and now Kagome was more skeptical about wanting to be that. If nothing was different between continents, how could she be any different than Sakura when she was older if she became her now?

There were plenty of other kids in the class too. Kouga of course was there, as well as a tall inu-youkai she was sure of it, that resembled the guy that saved her from the trip down the stairs just before she came to class, a pretty brown-haired girl that seemed nice and friendly, especially to the other girl that seemed a bit childish and Kagome could tell was a cheerleader with all that pep, and a guy with rosary wrapped around his hand and dressed in purple like it was a fashion-statement to wear the beads. Then there was a guy from her English class, one of the girls Kiki was with earlier, and a boy she didn’t know, but could tell there was something a bit off about him and the group. They didn’t seem to include him, and he didn’t seem to feel like putting himself in it. He was different somehow, and Kagome felt bad for him being alone.

“Um…Ami-sensei?” Kagome asked, raising her hand. A few kids snickered and the brown-haired girl and the had-to-be-cheerleader gave her a smile.

“Oh, yes? Do you want to volunteer, Honey?” she asked, excited. She obviously didn’t get many, or most likely by the vibe Kagome was getting ANY, volunteers. “Your name is Kagome right? You’re the new girl from America we’ve been waiting for?” Kagome was surprised and nodded. “Why don’t you tell us a bit about you?”

She smirked. She definitely didn’t like this class and she was going to have fun making fun of it later when she called Cade for some real therapy. “Well…My name is Kagome, I came from Japan originally, but I moved to America. Listen--”

“Excellent! So, what are your hobbies?” she asked. She seemed way too happy to have the ball rolling.

“Well, back home I used to get in fights a lot,” she answered, twirling a finger in a strand of hair and gave a wink to Kouga to play along.

“Yeah--we came from the same town. Everyone knew she was a fighter and she never lost, no matter how big the guy was or how tough or how they were positioned,” Kouga added, giving a wink back as he collaborated. He didn’t like the teacher either.

“R-Really?” she asked, visibly paling. She always had the troubled adolescents, but not one of them had issues of their own as far as she was able to decipher. “Who did you beat up the most and why?”

Pinpon. “Teachers--guidance counselors mostly. They get on my nerves trying to talk to me and make me talk back,” she answered. “Almost like you. Actually, exactly like you. Except, they were a bit less…how do you put this nicely? In your face. They didn’t ever once call me honey.”

Sesshomaru smirked and hid it by pretending to wipe his face. And he had always thought he was so stiff and calculating. With just a wink, she was able to successfully do to the teacher what he himself had been trying to do to her for all his years here.

“Well…I’ll be right back,” Ami-sensei whispered, getting up quickly and excusing herself. “How about since you all have a new friend today, I let you all try to comfort each other? That sounds good? All right then. I’ll come back and dismiss you when class was over.”

The door shut with a click and they all laughed, finally being allowed to act like it was a free-period--which to them it was. Kouga turned to Kagome. “I’ll give you ten minutes. Time starts now.”

She called them up--speed-dial was a great invention. They had to be about six hours ahead of them and that would make it about…the afternoon for them. “Hello? Kagome?” Cade asked, half-asleep.

“Cade!” Kagome cheered. “Don’t you dare fall asleep halfway through the day. You’re never going to make it through school when it starts!” Then she got a sad thought. “When does school start?”

“Three more weeks of summer.”

Kagome almost dropped the walkie-talkie phone. “Are you kidding me? But the thing happened two into summer, then another week before I left, we haven’t talked in four, plus this week--that’s eight, jackass! Summer’s only ten weeks before hell starts again.”

“Ha! Since we have the new superintendent, he’s starting school a week later! Damn, why did you have to move a continent away? That’s another week rocking at Skye’s bar.”

“Skye hated my voice!” she claimed, laughing.

“No baby, he just liked it when you only sang one thing and alone with him,” he replied, laughing. Skye had been a friend she made at a meeting she went to when she was young for the children of homosexuals and they were great friends--Skye went to her about everything, like who to date. They were almost like Kouga and Kagome, but Skye started to drift away--singing at his mom’s bar was the only thing that tied them together when he found out about Kouga being a youkai.

“Kago? I thought he was just a friend,” Kouga warned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Kagome…”

She knew that tone. He was warning her! “Kouga, it’s nothing! Cade’s joking.” She had him listening to them because she was going to reply when Kouga spoke up, so she whined. “Cade Jameson, tell him that you were just kidding!”

Ayame felt heartbroken and the others were in awe. This was Kouga’s girlfriend?

“Kagome, I…speak…English,” he replied. A beep to symbolize he had finished, then another to say he was talking again. “Okay, so are you speaking English yet?”

“Jackass,” she replied in English. “Tell Kouga that you were kidding about Skye--he looks ready to come back to America and kill him!”

“Well, duh. Wolf and dog youkai mate for life,” Ayame told her, understanding her English perfectly and coming out with flawless English of her own. She was mad he chose the ningen over her.

“No way, Kagome! You and Kouga have to work that one out yourself. No way am I stepping in between the Higurashi family.”

Sesshomaru was shocked and then suddenly acted please. “So, this is the otome we were to wait for. She’s really your little sister?”

Ayame was shocked and her jaw dropped. She had no clue at all! “Sister? I thought you were an only child, Kouga! And when did your last name change from Silver to Higurashi?” Ayame looked at the girl with a softer eye. “She’s really pretty--I take it she got all the looks in the family?”

“And apparently all the friends,” the had-to-be-cheerleader added, laughing a bit. “Kouga, why don’t you ever call your friends from America?”

He looked down at his watch, which everyone but Kagome took as a sign of shyness. Too bad she knew better. “Koga, just, like, the rest of the period please? Cade said I could call whenever and besides, I just found out my best friend was frakking my boyfriend the day Otousan was put in the ground.”

Kouga looked up at a second and she saw the pain. “Kago, she wasn’t just frakking him then--where do you think they were when he died?”

Kagura felt bad for the girl. Sure, she was one of Kiki’s friends and that was supposed to make them instant enemies since Kikyou could never stand the girl, but it didn’t make Kagura any less sorry for her. She lost her dad and her best friend and her boyfriend all at the same time. And her boyfriend to her best friend when her father died--she could be no worse.

“No. No, you’re lying to me Kouga, you bastard!” she yelled. “Cora was with you that night--you two had a date and you left to meet her--I was still at fencing practice for the school again after soccer and--”

He was getting mad at her. “Didn’t you get the message I left you on your laptop? Right in the IM it said that she stood me up for Andrew. I did it to protect you and you blew it off again, didn’t you? You always seem to blow me off when I say or do something you don’t want to know.”

“Ca-Cade?” Kagome asked the phone, stuttering.

“Thanks Kouga! I don’t know what you said, but you shouldn’t have said it. Spiro, can you translate for me?” she heard Cade reply. Spiro may not be Japanese, but he was the only one that had thought to learn it for her out of all her friends.

“Cade, was Cora with Andrew that night?” Kouga asked, grabbing the phone from him. “And don’t even think about lying for her. Was she, yes or no?”

“Yes,” came the dreaded answer from Spiro. “I need to tell Kagome something. Kouga, please let her know that we didn’t want to hurt her anymore and we--Cade and I--realize that it was wrong to have lied to her like we did. Please let me talk to her?”

He huffed and Kagome sank to the ground. All this time, everyone knew but her. And it wasn’t that she ignored the IM, it was that her laptop had been turned off as always by her Otokooya as always before the two fathers went out.

“Hai?” she asked, almost crying when Kouga gave her the phone back. She was broken and God must hate her because she kept breaking.

“Kagome, work on those songs--someday you’re going to be a famous star and we want you to come back here and sing a little jealousy into their hearts and pain and betrayal. Don’t write this off and don’t make any excuses--make this a part of you and something to make you stronger.”

Then Kouga ended the call. “Ten minutes is up.”

She got up and fell again, right into Sesshomaru’s arms. “Kouga, you bastard! I didn’t get to say goodbye to them! That‘s the second time I did that--they’re going to hate me!” she screamed, crying.

“I’m sorry, Kago. But you only hurt yourself more and more,” Kouga replied. It’s time to clear the air and be done with them. They were never friends to begin with--they slept with your boyfriend the night he was murdered and were giving him head when he was being put in the ground.”

With all those antecedents and pronouns, they didn’t understand what he was saying, but Kagome did. “frak you, Kouga. This isn’t your battle to fight. You worry about how to put those asswipes that treated you like poop for being wolf-youkai to shame and I’ll work on this.” She looked at him defiantly. “I’m not the same kid I was a month a half ago, nor will I ever be. Don’t try and get the old Kagome back because as soon as Officer Danforth told me Otokooya killed Otousan, I died too.”

“I know that, damn it. Kagome, before now you never swore. It was always, ‘Yes Daddy, but Daddy said this so which daddy do I listen to?’ or ‘Kouga I can’t go to the party today because Otousan and Otokooya both say that I need to do some work.’ You never once thought that--”

“Kouga, enough,” Ayame warned. She had gotten the hint that he was hurting her and she wouldn’t stand to see a girl be hurt--especially by him. She walked up to Kagome. “Ohayo Kagome. I think it’s time that I introduce myself. I’m Ayame Ookami. If you need anything, come talk to me.”

“She means it too,” Sesshomaru added. “Ayame is the head cheerleader and her dad’s the sports director and would bend over backwards to make his little angel happy. I‘m Sesshomaru Taisho by the way.”

“Thanks.” She bowed to Ayame and then to Sesshomaru. “Aren’t you the Tai-Youkai?”

He nodded.

“Hello, lovely,” the guy in purple with the rosary greeted her. “My name is Miroku Houshi. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You’re such a beautiful girl.” Then he turned back to the brown-haired girl. “But still my heart belongs to you, Sango love.”

“Hey, I’m Rin Ame. It’s nice to meet you. Kouga should have introduced us before. You’re a really pretty girl, Kagome,” Rin greeted. “So, you sing? Will you sing for us now? We have a band going and we want to enter BATTLE OF THE BANDS but we don’t have a lead singer so we can’t. What a strange coincidence.”

“Rin, enough. You’re scaring the poor girl,” the brown-haired girl laughed. Kagome could tell the were the best of best friends right there. And she had no doubt this girl was a cheerleader too. After all, they all seemed to be the ones with the most problems. “Hi, I’m Sango Toushi. It’ nice to meet you Kagome. That nickname Kouga calls you--Kago? Can I call you that too?” she asked.

“Sure! I’d love that!” she replied, happy. No, nostalgic. No one called her that but Kouga now that her father was dead. She was so happy that someone else wanted to--actually WANTED to call her Kago! And they all surprised Kagome--they were speaking English to her.

“We can all speak English. The school was adamant that we learn it,” Sango told her.

Kagome nodded her understanding. “My school just taught everyone Spanish since most of the kids were Mexican.” She laughed. “I’ve always been a fan of languages though. This school really makes you learn them?” She was never a fan of school, but she liked this.

“So, can you sing for us?” Rin asked. “I’d love to hear you sing!” Then she thought. “Could you sing any song?” Kagome shrugged. She knew plenty, but she wasn’t sure. “Can you sing…‘Stand my Ground’?” she asked, eying the tee-shirt.

“I can see
when you stay low nothing happens.
Does it feel right?
Late at night
things I thought I put behind me
haunt my mind.

I just know there’s no escape now
once it sets its eyes on you.
But I won't run, have to stare it in the eye.”

Rin was squealing and Kagome stopped. “Do you think it’s that bad?” Kagome asked.

“No, it’s that GOOD!” Sango told her. She turned to Sesshomaru. “Sesshomaru, could we enter in now if we have Kagome? It’d just be the same band, but with a singer now.”

“I guess,” he replied, looking at her. She had an ethereal voice and he thought he recognized it for some different quality. ‘She has the voice of a miko,’ he thought. “So, what will you call this band? I know that it consists of Rin, Sango, Ayame and now Kouga’s sister, but you need a name.”

“Oh, that’s right! We never did get a name,” Ayame cursed, throwing a mini temper-tantrum. “What?”

“I say ask Kago for some ideas,” Kouga suggested. “She had a great band back in America and she picked the band name then, too. Everyone knew the Temple of the Dog.”

Rin was about to agree and then stopped herself. “Temple of the Dog?” she asked, incredulously.

Kagome blushed and then smiled. “We were putting on a production of some play based in ancient Egypt that week and I was the slave girl of Anubis, the god with a jackal’s head. I had Anubis on the brain for weeks and it was either they go with Temple of the Dog or Anubis Fuckers.” She bit down her lip. “I had a very strange obsession with dogs and with Anubis.”

“Strange?” Kouga and Rin asked at once. “Kago, it was strange when you drew Anubis, it crossed the line when you started to fantasize about a half-dog sing you as a sex-slave like Anubis in the play pretended,” Kouga added. “That was creepy when you started drawing yourself and some dog-demon going at it.” But then he laughed. “I think the shrink was going to have a heart-attack! And then he saw me and he thought I was the guy you were drawing!”

“That, no one needed to know,” she replied, blushing with her head hung low and bit biting her lip. She gave the look that she was caught and it was embarrassing.

Then Kouga understood why. He said that in front of a dog-demon! “Oops,” he somberly added, before falling deep into laughter. But the more he thought back on that, the more he came to think the dog-demon in all the pictures did look a lot like Inuyasha. But she never met him before. Did she?

“How about something humane?” Kagome asked. Suddenly her phone started to ring.

“Well I love her
And I love to fish
I spend all day out on this lake
And hell is all I catch
Today she met me at the door
Said I would have to choose
If I hit that fishin hole today
She'd be packin all her things
And she'd be gone by noon

Well I'm gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I'm on this lakeshore
And I'm sittin in the sun
I'm sure it'll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
That I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite.”

Kagome laughed at Brad Paisley and picked up the phone. “Spiro, what’s up dude?” she greeted. She just loved music so much, no matter what they all said, she couldn’t be mad at her ex-band for long, except for Cora. “Sorry about the hang-up. Kouga was being an ass.”

“I figured that. I just wanted to warn you that Cora’s gonna call soon and that we might be coming to see you!” Kagome squealed and at the same time she had accidentally pressed the button so Spiro heard it. Loud as hell and in his ear as always. “Kagome, okay! Please don’t do that again. That never stops killing and--”

“When are you coming? Why? Oh my god!”

“Mom and Dad thought we should have one last trip before school started and I asked if they’d let me and Cade come to Japan to see you. Cora’s grounded again and besides, she doesn’t really ever seem to leave Andrew alone now that you’re not here. Sorry about that.”

“I’m good, Spiro. He was a stupid boy. Oh my GOD! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Because you always balance good news with bad news. Beware Cora’s call. It’s a Greek baring gifts.”

“Got it. Bye, lover!” It was their joke. Everyone in the group was a lover--a lover of music. And they had come to the habit of addressing each other as that. “Wait, Spiro. Cade still there?”

“Hey lover!” he greeted. “What do you need me to do now? I have…Kill Cora for you, tell Andrew he’s a cheating bastard, find a better singer so we can come on a Japan tour and see you, pack to visit you ASAP, find out if Britney’s boobs are real, and search your cousins for weak points. I’ve already packed, killed the bitch, beat up the bastard--sorry I didn’t do that right, and Britney’s boobs are fake and now she’s bald too. What’s up?”

“I’m starting a new band. Give me humane names. And we aren’t even going to try TSS, so don’t even think about it,” she warned.

“TSS is a good name. Toxic Seduction Squad. I swear, that’s all I meant!” he laughed. “I wasn’t being a pervert, I was just--”

She held the button down at the same time, cutting him off. Seconds later she brought it up and she knew he got the message. “So, next idea?”

“BDSM?” he offered. “GFE? SSC? RACK? CBT? DM? OTK?”

“That’s my kind of guy!” Miroku cheered, only to get slapped by Sango. “What?”

“Cade Steven Harrow! Try something that doesn’t go along with sex! That is one of the nastiest lists that I think you’ve ever made! I said humane!” she yelled.

“How--Hey, Spiro! Give me the phone back you ass! I was talking to her!” she heard Cade yell as she heard Spiro taking the phone away.

“Dude, she had one period of perverted ideas from living with a half-animal and acting like a sex-slave and then she turned it into a little joke. She’s still pure and you have to stop that. You’re introducing her to a perverted world and I’m watching out for my friend.”

She was laughing. Those two were the best parts of her life. Cade was the real shrink she went to see after her appointments her dads made her go to, and Spiro was her best friend. But they were so different. “I still want to know how it is you two are brothers,” she joked.

“We aren’t.” Cade was older than Spiro by a year and a half, and they weren’t really brothers. They were just always together and they acted it. Cade lost his parents and Spiro’s became his as well. “Mom and Dad fucked up at the hospital and brought back the wrong kid. My brother’s just like me.” She could hear Cade tackle Spiro and she thought it was so funny. “Jackass, just give me the phone.”

In the end, Kagome could tell Spiro won. “Okay, now that the top dog got the phone back, can you stop calling us brothers?”

“Why? I thought you two liked it. And you do look alike,” she countered. “I think you may be cousins.”

“Probably. Anyways, how about Fallen Angels? Because I know you’re one. No, it’s not already a band name as far as we know. Come on…Use it, abuse it.”

She looked at the girls and they all nodded. “Thank you Spiro! You’re the greatest! Lovers forever. Call me the second you get to Japan and remind Cade that I may be hundreds of miles away, but my fists are still hell for the perverted act.”

Cade was back on. “You got it, Chief! Later lover!”

Rin turned to Kagome. “You got mad at your BFF and BF for cheating behind your back and you have two lovers? That’s not right!”

“They aren’t really lovers,” she explained. “The whole band, we call each other lovers. Lovers of music.”

“Poetic,” the lonely kid commented. Then he stood up. He was calculating and maniacal, Kagome could tell just by the way he looked and the way he acted. “You’re a sweet kid, aren’t you, Ka-go-me? All this swearing you do, it’s new to you that you mess up or doubt yourself. What are you hiding?”

Rin looked at Sango worriedly and the men exchanged glances as well. Kouga was about to step in, but Sesshomaru stopped him. This was a hanyou that you didn’t mess with. Kagome was on her own and only she could fight him. It was the way with them.

“Funny, I could ask the same of you,” she replied, surveying him surreptitiously as she readied for a fight. She had never been a flower, even if she thought the world was innocent--that had always thrown people off about her. Even Kouga. She was going to prove it. “What are you hiding?” She looked at him for a few seconds. “Naraku Onigumo.”

Everyone was shocked. She guessed right, even if she did put the family name second--only to be expected of a child primarily raised in America. In the world of the demons, that meant that she was a powerful adversary and they just waited for the fight to pursue.

“How did a filthy little girl like you know my name? Are you really a miko of old?” he asked. He heard her sing just now--she sounded just like them. They didn’t really have powers in their voices, but power they had did affect every part of their beings, making their voices almost ethereal when they sang. Naraku felt the pull of the miko-like voice.

“Filthy?” she mocked. She knew what he meant, but she wouldn’t bend to him. “Last time I checked I had just come out of the shower when I came to school.” she pointed to the slightly wet hair. “At first I wasn’t going to, but my hair’s difficult. You must understand, right? It’s still greasy. Try drying-shampoo.”

Kouga was in awe. Kagome never fought like this in front of him--but she was going to town on the poor hanyou. Manes were one of the greatest prides of all youkai. “Kago really is perfect,” he whispered to the dog-youkai, who was trying to keep his stoic appearance, though was failing since Kouga could see the traces of a smile.

“Why you little,” Naraku started, rushing her. “You’re going to pay for that.” He bent over and got ready to tackle Kagome. Kouga sucked in his breath--this was what he had always feared when she had played American football. And he couldn’t save her. “Take this you bitch--”

But she easily dodged him, even at his inhuman speed. She spun off to the side just when he thought he had her down. He could still feel the warmth of her body were she just stood.

“What the hell just happened?” Sesshomaru asked, eyes wide. He saw the hanyou rush her using his speed on a human, which was unheard of, even in their world. And yet, the girl dodged him just as quickly and as if he was going no faster than…well, she acted like she was dancing with a bull! That was the best way to describe it.

“Kagome, don’t overdue it,” Kouga warned. He remembered than she was a good dodge-ball player from when they had coed PE. She wasn’t necessarily skilled, she just treated him like a speeding ball. Turning to Sesshomaru, he laughed. “She fooled us. She fooled all of us. She should be fine.”

Naraku kept going at her, and she kept dodging him, sometimes with a spin, sometimes a duck or a dodge and even once a back-flip she landed perfectly after years of cheering. “Man, this is all you’ve got? I could have stayed in America of the best thing was cheer-practice. This is really boring me,” she yawned as she was in the air upside down in the flip. She kicked his back as he went by and propelled herself into another flip and a twisting land as he crashed into the door, and then the ground. “I’m sorry. I just really wanted that to end.”

Naraku spat at her as he briskly opened the door and stormed out. “You’ll pay for the humiliation, bitch,” he swore before slamming the door.

“Plan on getting your ass whipped again, motherfucker!” Kagome yelled.

******

Inuyasha was getting bored. He spent the last hour skipping and now he wanted to just go into his art class, draw, and get all the thoughts out of his head. He kept wondering, though, about Kagome and why she would need to be in that stupid class. The whole gang was in it--his older brother Sesshomaru, the monk Miroku, Kouga for some reason--even Ayame and her female friends that the gang was so interested in. Rin and Sango. No matter who was in that class, he’d never understand why anyone would willingly go into that class.

“Ami-sensei?” Inuyasha asked when he saw her walking in a scared manner to the door. “What are you doing out here--aren’t you supposed to be teaching class?”

Ami-sensei didn’t really know Inuyasha was in her class. She merely nodded quickly and looked at the door like it’d come and bite her. “I’m supposed to, but the new girl…She shouldn’t even be allowed in a school. She’s a fighter according to her and the other American. She threatened me, and I’m scared of going in that class.” She looked at Inuyasha. “Could you dismiss them for me?”

He was more than little shocked. “Um, sure…” he replied, thinking of who the Americans were since he knew Kouga really was Japanese and he was sure Kagome was too since Kiki had talked about her before, as she hurried off and didn’t notice Naraku coming out with an extremely pissed look. “Hey, Aku, what’s wrong?”

“That girl is a maniac! She dares to get in a fight with a hanyou, she better be prepared for a strike back. I don’t care if she’s a girl, she has to learn that I of all am not to be treated lightly.”

“Oh my God!” Ayame squealed, also coming out of the room backwards. “Kagome, how did you learn to do that? We need more cheerleaders--not many can do that and one of them got hurt. You’d be a perfect replacement. Rin, Sango, what do you think?”

“I think she’s nuts for taking on Naraku by herself,” Sango replied. “But, she beat him nicely. She’d be so perfect. Did you ever think about doing anything else? Kendo seems like it would be a fun sport for you to do. And then I wouldn’t be the only girl.”

“Well, what about shuukyuu? I thought she should try out--Kouga was always saying how much she liked to play back in America. Honestly, you can do up to four sports a season here--that’s a lot more than at any other school, I think,” Rin replied.

“Well, I used to be a cheerleader, so I want to keep doing that; I love fencing, which is just kendo with real swords; and shuukyuu definitely; I also want to do archery though. Does this school have it?” the new girl--Kikyou’s copy--answered, coming out with a smile before “Toxic” by Britney Spears sang out. “Oh damn! Cora’s calling. Ignore the song, sooner or later she’ll realize I’m not answering.”

“How long before it goes to voice-mail?” Kouga asked, he and Miroku walking out behind Sesshomaru and then before Kagura and Haku from one of Inuyasha’s classes. “Don’t tell it’s one of the full--”

“Hell yeah. I’m such an idiot. It’ll play the whole through unless I answer. Give me a minute before class then, okay?” she begged. She was going to have to A) change the song and B) block the caller.

Kouga sighed. “Sure, just if I get a call that you skipped, there will be hell to pay. Oh, and the gang is all crashing at the house for the night. I already told Mutt-poop that.” He spotted Inuyasha. “Yo! Dude, there you are. Mutt-poop, you really need to come to class. You should have seen Naraku against Kagome!”

“Indeed, it was quite amazing,” the stoic Taisho elder added. “And it seems we’re going to have a great competition this year for the BATTLE OF THE BANDS. Kago-san has the voice of a miko.”

Inuyasha laughed. “I still don’t know who Kago is, but she still needs a band to beat us, and miko don’t exactly live around here any more.” he turned, being engulfed into his gang. “Besides, she’ll have to fight me first--and even then, I think a frak is the only way I’ll get rid of that crown. I’m the best singer there is and no Miko-chan is going to change that.”