The right thing

Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I earn money for the characters of Inuyasha, or any other anime for that matter.Or any of the songs used, or movie and t.v shows mentioned


"She's got eye's of the bluest sky, as if they thought of rain. I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain"


I was still a child when I found out that love isn't a fairy tale, and that not every story has a happy ending. I was thirteen when I lost my virginity.
Even though in all technicality that isn't a child, looking back on it, I realize just how young I really was and how many things I didn't know.
His name was Hojou. He lived three houses down from my family's shrine. We'd grown up together, seperated in age by only three months. We had been dating for a month, which of course in the seventh grade is a lifetime, and late one afternoon in his basement, we "did it".
Now, bare in mind, I was thirteen, dating a boy I'd known my entire life. So naturally, the future I had planned included a white picket fence and a few fat grandkids. My bridesmaids dresses would have been royal blue.
You can imagine how crushed I was when I rounded the corner one day on my way home from school to find my future husband making out with Eri, my supposed friend.
Needless to say, but I'm still gonna, we broke up. Two months later he and his family moved to Okinawa. On moving day, I gracefully walked down to his house and said goodbye. I hugged him one last time and he kissed me on my forehead. I never saw him again. (sigh)
Eri; I saw every day until the last day of junior high. But due to the way I swelled her left eye when I found her with Hojou, she avoided me like the plague.
Oh well, bitch should have kept her hands to herself.
Anyway, shortly after this "relationship" ended, so did my dream of fat grandchildren.Boys became not something to get all giddy over, but simply something to satisfy a young womens needs. I declared my new found philosophy to my best friend, Sango, one day in dance class.I told her that love was nothing more then a bunch of bullshit, and that you can get the same "lovesick" feeling by eating a two pound bag of M&M's.
And she suggested that we get high after class.
I know, getting high has nothing to do with love being a bunch of bullshit, but you don't know Sango. Sango's cousin, Bankostu, had gotten her to smoke weed for the first time about a month earlier, and she'd been trying to get me high ever since. I was reluctant up until this point because the first time I had smoked had been with Hojou, and I threw up for about twenty minutes. But I'd felt great afterwards, so I agreed with Sango. And that night after dance class, in her brother's treehouse, we got stoned.
If you've ever gotten high, and I mean really gotten high. Then I'm sure you understand that some things just can't be described. Just like theres nothing quite like sex, theres nothing like the first time you let the warm, sweet, marijuana smoke fill your lungs and leave a smile on your face.
Mmmmm.
But lets not get too off topic. While a decent amount of my adolecent story is getting high, there was also the dramatic changes in my behavior. For whatever the reason, after knocking Eri's lights out, I didn't give a fuck how people saw me. I felt like I was seeing the world for what it really was...Gods, what did I know?
Most of the kids in the seventh grade knew I'd slept with Hojou, thanks to Yuka's big, fat, mouth...I wonder what ever happened to her...and it was only a matter of time before the boys came a callin'. I've never thought of myself as pretty, not ugly, just not pretty. My older sister, now she's beautiful, but me, I'm just your average girl. And in the seventh grade I was too damn skinny to be anything. But to a seventh grade boy, a girl who had put out before was gorgeous. Of course, that didn't stop me from basking in the attention.I would smile and flirt, I even let e few of them take me out. It was great at first, but it got old quick. I had only had sex a couple times after all, and was still inexpierienced.
While I knew the dynamics of sex, I had yet to have an orgasm, and didn't know how to go about achieving one....That is, until Sango's cousin, Bankostu, showed me.
He was three years older than me, with long black hair that he kept in a braid and a tounge ring. The first time I ran my hands over his tanned muscels, I knew that older guys were the way to go. There wasn't a single part of my body that his tounge ring left neglected, and when my hips bucked and the world shattered behind my eyes, I knew why people had sex.
And then it came to me, who needs love, when you can have sex?
"So your saying you wanna be a slut?"
If I hadn't been so high, I probably would have smacked Sango upside her head. "I'm saying, that it's probably a hell of a lot easier to find sex then it is to find love. And I don't want to limit my options. So I can expierience sex from different..."
"Guys?"
"Views."
"Views?" Sango took the joint from my hand. "Your cut off for the rest of the night."
Looking back, I sometimes wish that I hadn't slept with Bankostu. Being with him that one night did nothing but make me crave the feeling of a man between my legs. I don't know what came over me. Soon, not only was I intent on my own selfish needs, but I was also interested in pleasing my partners. Sango used to turn red as a tomatoe when I would read out loud of the sex books in Barnes and Noble.
"By caressing the scrotum in a circular motion, while licking the-"
"Oh my god, SHUT UP!"
But just as Sango had turned me on to weed, I turned her on to sex. After all, you can only listen to your best friend talk about something for so long before doing it yourself, am I right?
I remember thirteen as being the year that I changed. I'd lost my virginity, had my heart broken, started smoking weed, and wound up happy that Hojou had fucked me...no pun intended.
A quater through the next year, Sango and I bought some fake I.D's and started hitting up the clubs. Clubs are so fun. Keep in mind that we had been taking dance together since we could walk, so we knew how to attract wanted attention.
Did you know that with a few choice moves, you can get a guy hard in ten seconds if you wanted to? And I'm not talking about bumpin' and grindin'. I mean just by letting him watch you. I enjoyed dancing for the boys. I didn't mind letting them see how I could move. My dance teacher, Ms. Takahashi, told my parents when I was a little girl, that I became a different person when I danced. And I do. My body reacts to the music as if it's pumping through my blood. I become confident, and its the only times I've ever felt pretty.
I was fourteen, dancing in one such club, when I spotted Hiten staring at me from across the room.There was something odd about him, I felt it immediatly. But I danced for him anyway, careful not to make eye contact while I checked him out. From where I was, his hair was long and braided like Bankostu's, but thats where the similarities ended. Hiten was a few inches shorter, but his forearms and abs were definitly thicker. So I made eye contact.
Thats a nice little trick to get them over, never take your eyes of their's while you dance. When he came closer, I knew he was a demon. When he touched me, I knew I was going home with him anyway. This night is burned into my mind like a movie I can play anytime.
Everytime his lips touched my skin, electricity would shoot through my entire body. When I mounted him, his eyes flashed with lightning. I swear I could hear the sounds of rain and thunder when our bodies collided together. The sweat glistened off his chest as he was pounding into me,(yes, it was that good, that I'm using that expression) It was incredible.
"Don't you have to go to school?" He whispered from behind.
I was about to explode for the fifth time and the early rays of dawn were peaking through the window."I'm not going anywhere."
And I meant it. I was going to stay right there in that bed with him all day. Fuck school.
But after our fifth times, he turned me over to face him. "Do you know what I usually do to pretty little Miko's like yourself, Kagome?"
This was a little unexpected, especially since we were both still shivering with pleasure.
"Don't tell me your gonna try to kill me now?" I had asked...gods I was so stupid.
"Normally." He answered, pulling the condom he was whereing off and throwing it in the nearest trash. "But your no ordinary Miko, and I'm going to make you mine."
Oh. Hell. no.
Just because I enjoy having sex, dosn't mean that I'm not safe. S.T.D's scare the shit out of me...so do babies. Unfortunatly there wasn't much time to react, before I could so much as twitch, Hiten had grabbed me by my thieghs and pulled me toward his dick. All I remember feeling was pure fear shoot through me, and all of a sudden, he froze, centimeters away form me, surrounded by a warm pink light.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, obviosly scared.
I was scared to, but I placed my hand over his chest, and pushed away from me anyway. But I wound up purifying his soul. I then had not a sexy thunder demon who wanted to impregnate me on my hands, but a sorrowful crybaby.
I was dressed and out the door in two minutes.
I know not your typical lemon, but hey, I'm not your typical girl.
I've always known that I could do things that other prople can't. Not a lot, just a few things.I didn't know they were Miko powers until my Grandfather told me at my Dad's funeral.
I had placed my hand over my Father's heart and attempted to make it beat with life. I was only ten years old at the time. When my Grandfather saw, he thought the time had come to explain to me about life and death, my powers, and the different affects they have on humans and demons.
"It's not funny, Sango!" I screeched, as I watched my best friend roll around the treehouse floor."I'm really freaked out! I've never purified anyones soul before!"
Sango was still wipeing tears from her eyes."Then how do you know you did?"
"Well gee, maybe because he went from being a rough handling, over powering, sex maniac...gods he was so-"
"Kagome. Stay on topic."
"Sorry...to a wimp! He started crying and kept saying he had no right to defile something as innocent as me."
"Innocent?" Sango snorted.
This time I did smack the back of her head, but she was too busy laughing to care.
"What did you expect,Kagome? He's a demon! Why did you even leave with him?"
But all I had to do was smile for her to know the answer.
"Don't look at me like that!" I told her, still smiling. "Theres a certain way to purify a demon, otherwise it would have happened while we were dancing. It takes more then touching."
"Well, call me old fashioned, Kagome. But maybe you should stick with humans. I mean, the worst you can do there is heal, right?"
But I'd already gotten a taste of something I liked.
Sango just shook her head and laughed."Theres something wrong with you."
I treasure the memories I have of Sango. There is nothing like having someone in your life who knows everything about you, and still likes you.
We lost count years ago of the stupid and hilarious shit we've done. But maybe I should give you a few examples. So you know that theres more to me than sex, drugs, and dancing.
"I want you to hit me over the head, with the heel of this shoe." Sango demanded.
Now, any other person would laugh or roll their eyes.
"Okay!" I told her, taking the shoe from her hand.
"I mean it Kagome, hit me with it."
"Okay!" (note the excitement)
"Just knock me out. Put me out of my misery." She tucked her face to her chest and pointed to a spot on the back of her scull. "Now."
KLUNK
"Oh shit!" Sango yelled, falling from the bed and clutching her head tightly.
I laughed so hard I thought my side was gonna split.
"Thanks." Sango squeaked out.
Hey, how many of your friends would knock your lights out when you ask them to? Exactly.
Then theres moments of sheer stupidity.
"I think you should just put the coconut back."
"No!" I exclaimed "I'm telling you, these things are so hard to break. If I threw it on the floor right now, it would probably bounce."
Sango leaned against the shopping cart. "Ten bucks says it dosn't."
So I threw it on the floor...and it shattered into about twenty pieces.
"Must not have been ripe!" Sango called, as the manager lead me the cash register.
You break, you buy. Never forget that, they mean it.
"IT'S BLOND!!"
"Sango, calm down."
"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!! YOU TURNED IT BLOND!!"
"What! I only did what you told me to do! Didn't I say that bleach would do that!"
"WELL, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW!!"
"Your the smart one!"
"Kagome! I look like something you pick up off the street!"
"....."
"Oh, your a bitch!"
"Well, I'm not gonna lie to you and say it looks good! Why did you think it would be red anyway?"
"Oh, thats right. We still have to dye it, I forgot about the dye..why are you laughing?"
"Um, because we smoke too much pot!!"
There are hundreds of more random moments like these. Shoplifting make up and panties, food fights over brownie mix and cookie dough, playing Dr. Mario and tetris for hours at a time...
"Bitch."
"Whore."
...very competitive game, stealing street signs in the dead of night, tap dancing in the middle
of music stores while listening to old musicals on the headphones.
We acted our age when we were together. After a while she was the only friend I had that was a girl. Strange that I han't mentioned it before now, but even though we only lived five blocks from eachother, Sango and I attended different middle schools. We met in Ms. Takahashi's dance studio when we were five.
By the time I was fourteen, all of the girl friends I'd hung out with were either too boring, or too damn stupid. Besides, half of the girls in my grade thought I was trashy,
while the other half treated me like a celebrity. I usually didn't hook up with guys I went to school with, not that I cared what people thought about my social life, I just didn't want to parade it around. So the friends I had at school were boys, who most of the time, treated me like I was one of them.
There was the red haired fox demon, Shippou. My lab partner, and a shit starting smart ass with a loud mouth. In a successful attempt to piss off our Teacher, Shippou told him that the Guidance Counslor found him unfit to be the Science Professor.
"What!"
"She said," Shippou repeated, loud enough for the whole class to hear,"That the reason I don't do well in this stupid class is because you don't know how to do your fucking job!"
"Shippou!" I hissed, trying to hide my face from the class. "Shut up!"
The Professor, whos name is lost to me now, was not pleased. "Anything else?"
"Yup!" Shippou continued, "She said that she was going to take the matter to the principal and have your ass fired!"
Shippou lived with his Grandmother, a sweet and intensly patient women named Kaede. She was Shippou's only soft spot.
"Shippou, I want you to get cleaned up before dinner."
"Okay, Grandma."
A lot different than the sniveling little bastard in the classroom, don't you think? Shippou's Father had abandoned him, and his Mother was in and out of prison his entire life. So I really couldn't blame him for being the way he was.
Then there was Mugan. Another middle school outcast. While Shippou would start the shit with his mouth, Mugan would usually finish it with his fists.
We became friends shortly after I punched Eri. She came to school with a black eye for a good four days, and Mugan thought the fact that a skinny little girl like myself caused it, was hilarious.
Mugan was pleased with anything having to do with violence. He had been expelled from two other schools before attending ours...both times for acts of violence. The first time he got into a fight at our school though, it was my fault.
We had run into eachother in the hallway and were on the way to English class, when it happened. Kagura, a pretty if not total bitch, straight shoulderd me.
What you have to understand about this is that Kagura and I did not get along. I'd been going to school with her since the second grade, and she had this habit of attacking any and every person around her. Me, being the little Miko that I am, would usually jump in on behalf of whoever she was attacking and embarressd her with words. You know, make her look stupid.
But I'd had a bad day already, and when she shoulderd me it knocked all my books to the floor.
people nearby stopped and stared, and Kagura just stood there with that smug little smile.
"Do it." Mugan had said.
So I did. I punched her square in her jaw, she hit the ground, bawling, and the crowd went wild... until her older brother, Naraku, tackled me from the side.
He caught me off gaurd, the bastard, but all he managed to was pin me to the ground before Mugan snatched him up. I barely had a chance to sit up before the kids were all cheering around the two of them. It was a much better fight to watch than Kagura and I.
We all got detention for a week.
Which is where I met Ginta.
Ginta was three years older, yet only one grade ahead of me, go figure. He was a wolf demon from a BIG family.Who you'll hear more about much later, and he had some of the best weed...at the time. Thats how we became aquainted, I bought weed from him.But after getting high with the goofy son of a bitch a few times, it was hard not to like him.
If only he would have stopped asking me out.
"For the hundreth time, I DON'T DATE!! Especially guys that I go to school with."
Ginta wasn't phased in the least. "I'll stop going."
"Ginta!"
"C'mon! At least let me hit it!"
"Let you... HIT IT!! NO!!"
This was a ritual for us, he would ask, I would turn him down. We did this for the next six months, which was when he graduated and went on to high school.
I really hurt his feelings the first couple times I rejected him. But he still wanted my money, so he got over it. And before I knew it we had become pretty good friends. Ginta was, and still is a very genuine guy, he's just not for me. But you'll hear more about him later.
Anyway there were a few others.
Toboe, who stood next to me in chorus and had a fine ass older brother...and cousin...and Dad.
Jinenji, a very shy heavy set boy, who rode the train with me to and from school.
And Stewie, a diabolical genious dead set on world domination...just kidding.
So, you get the point, the only girl I ever hung out with was Sango. Other then that, I surrounded myself with guys.
My Mother was getting pretty worried. We didn't see eachother too often. She worked late into the night and I left for school early in the morning. For most of the seventh, eigth, and ninth grade , the most we saw of eachother was when she cooked dinner for me, my little brother, Souta, and our Grandfather, and that was only on Sunday nights.
You see, my Mother didn't exactly condone the things that I was doing when I was younger, not that she would condone them now either.
The few times we did see eachother outside of Sunday dinner...well, lets just say that I didn't come out looking so great. The first instance that she began to suspect I was getting high was at two forty-five in the morning. I was standing on the roof of the shrine..with a flashlight..whereing a wife beater and a pair of panties.
She crossed her arms. "Kagome, what are you doing?"
I could hear Sango swearing through my bedroom window. "I'm trying to get Buyo down."
Buyo was our obnoxiously fat cat who had a habit of getting into things all over the shrine. What I was actually doing was looking for the sack of cannabis that Ginta had tried,(unsuccessfully), to throw threw my window.
"Your in your underwhere."
"Well, Mom. Buyo needed help! I couldn't just stop to get dressed!"
My Mother, too tired to argue, just massaged her temple and went inside.
Ginta jumped out of the bush he'd been hideing in. "You find it?"
I picked up the sack and showed it to him.
"You know." He began. "You have a nice ass."
"And you throw like a girl!" Sango yelled, balling up a ten dollar bill and bouncing it off his head.
The second instance, was when she was looking through my back pack for a pen and stumbled across my stash.
"What is the meaning of this, Kagome?"
I'd never seen her look more mad, or disappointed.
"Well, um." What could I say?
"It's mine."
My Grandfather saved my life...and almost killed me right on the spot from pure shock.
"I never said anything to your Father for doing it." He told me late that night when my Mom was asleep."So long as you share with me from time to time."
My Grandfather ladies and gentlemen.
After that night, he kept me out of trouble. Whenever I wouldn't come home, he would cover for me. So long as I got him high occasionally. Hey, he's a shrine keeper, he dosn't see it as a drug. To him, it's spiritual. You should have seen him when he was high...
"Death is an enevitibility, Kagome."
Sango busted out laughing. I on the other hand, couldn't laugh.
It was the night before my fifthteenth birthday, and the three of us were sitting in the well house, christening the pipe he had given me. I hated the well house. When I was eight, I fell down the dry well, at least thats what they told me...to this day, I can still remember the feeling of being pulled down. Anyway, the well freaked me out. So my Father had borded it up and Gramps had sealed it with spell scrolls.
And now here he was, sitting cross legged on the boarded well, smoking. "There is no reason to fear it my dear." He continued "You have a very old soul, Kagome. Why, I'm sure that this is just one of many of your reincarnations."
Sango was still laughing.
"It's not that I'm afraid to die, Gramps." I had told him.
I didn't have the heart to tell him that I think the whole "soul reincarnation" thing is bullshit, me being a Miko and all.
"I just think that the well is filled with evil spirits that are desperate to get out."
Sango was hiccupping at this point.
My Grandfather just nodded in understanding. "That is because of the power you possess."
I gave up. "Just pass he pipe, old man."
The next day, after the family birthday cake, I opened the "real" present Gramps had gotten me in front of my Mom and Souta. It was a silky, deep red, tube dress, that fella few inches above my knees.
"For the school dance coming up." He'd said, winking at me.
Damn, I miss him.
My Mother had gotten me a pair of converse, which I happily exchanged for a pair of strappy heels that matched the dress. I wore my hair down in waves around my face, and dabbed on some eyeliner with a little lipgloss.
And that night, Sango and I strolled up to the Shikon Gaden. An exclusive rooftop club in downtown Tokyo.
My friend Toboe's fine ass older brother, Hige. Was the door man. I'd had a short fling with him the summer before, and he promised that anytime I wanted to get in, I could. We usually didn't doll up the way we did that night, but we knew he was going to give us overage wristbands, and we wanted to look older.
The club was amazing. The music was loud, the air was cool, and the bartenders knew how to do their job.
"So, this martini tastes like ass." Sango said to one of them."It taste like an olive, I don't like olives."
Did I mention that this was the first time that we'd drank in a club?
"You see, I'm a very flavorful girl, and I need something with a good flavor."
The first martini, though it "tasted like ass", went through Sango very quickly. The bartenders decided what we needed was some shots.
Two lemon drops, a jager bomb, and half a blow job later, (hey, it was our first time), I was on the dance floor.
Sango had met a fine speciman of the male gender named Tsume at the bar, and was still sampeling shots. Every now and then she'd bring one out to the floor for me.
I was lost in my world of music and movement, everything whirling together due to the alcohol.
It was awesome. The only thing I was aware of was myself, dancing in the middle of the floor. Sometimes with someone, sometimes by myself.
Until I felt someone feeling me up.
Now, I was pretty buzzed, so my reaction time was a little slow. But when I turned I about gagged. He had to of been in his forties. He was overweight, missing quite a few teeth, and his breath smelled like cigarettes and beer. When I pushed away he tightened his grip.
"Let go of me!" I demanded.
"What for? Dancing like that, your just begging for some attention."
"I'll dance however I want to, asshole!"
"What did you just call me?"
I was about to repeat myself, when someone from behind me reached across my shoulders and put a taser gun to the fat asshole's neck.
"Thanks for keeping my girlfriend company. I can take it from here."
After the asshole walked away, and the guy behind me lowered his weapon, I turned around.
And my heart stopped.
Just for a second.
It was him.
The boy with silver hair and golden eyes, I couldnt believe it. But there was no denying it was him, he was whereing the prayer beads that had once been mine.
"These did give me courage." He said.
He was a half demon, that was the only explanation for the puppy ears.
He placed the taser gun in my hand and looked me directly in my eyes. "I know you didn't need it, but you helped me once, so I helped you. We're square."
"Um...thanks." Well, what the hell would you have said!
The silver haired boy nodded and turned to walk away.
"Hey, wait a sec!" I called to him.
He turned around and smiled, and since I was still pretty buzzed, I simply smiled back.
"I still think your silver hair is pretty."
We both laughed and he replied, "I still think your blue eyes are pretty."
I approached him slowly, seductively almost, knowing full well that he was watching my every move. I look back at this memory as being the most surreal moment of my life...at the time. The way he stared at me with those beautiful golden pools, I felt like the club had frozen in time.
And then, we started dancing.


"I'm surprised you waited this long to mention him."
Kagome let out a small shriek of surprise and spun around in her computer chair. Her life long best friend stood behind her, light brown eyes still stuck on the computer screen.
"How much have you read?" Kagome asked, narrowing her eyes.
"How much do you think?" Sango replied.
"Look Sango, this is personal-"
"Oh, don't give me that shit Kagome!" Sango interupted. "I was there, remember? I already know about all of it."
Kagome threw her hands in the air. "Can't you at least wait until I'm finished before you read it?!"
"I don't see what your getting so upset about. It's a good story, you tell it well."
"It's not a story. It is simply a collection of memories. I'm not even sure why I'm writing about them."
Sango sighed and sat down on Kagome's bed. "I forgot about the time you had to get on the roof of the shrine in your underwear."
They both smiled. "My Mother hasn't."
"So why'd you stop typing after that last paragraph? You've been staring at the screen for a while."
Kagome shrugged. "I'm not sure what to say next."
"Just say what happened. That my stupid, drunken ass, dragged you to the bathroom so I could puke, and when you came back to the dance floor, he was gone."
Kagome stared wordlessly at the screen, and Sango added softly, "Does it still upset-"
"There nothing more than memories." Kagome said, harshly.
"Then why are you writing about it!?"
"So Rin can read it when she gets older and know how NOT to act."
Sango's eyes widened in horror. "You are NOT showing that to Rin!"
"Why not? I think she'll find it interesting. You do."
They sat glaring at eachother for a moment, before Sango finally gave up, and with a sigh said, "I won't read it unless you want me to."

"Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd hide. And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by."