The right thing

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Inuyasha or any other anime. I also do not own any of the songs, movies, or television shows mentioned.

"Childhood living is easy to do. The things you wanted, I bought them for you."

There were a lot of reasons why I was thrilled to start high school. One; Sango's parents had finally caved, (after years of relentless begging from her and her younger brother, Kohaku), and started sending them to public school.
Two; My chest had finally filled out, so that stupid sailor uniform wouldn't look quite as goofy on me.
And three; Ginta was already in this school, and I missed him and his generous between class one hitters.
Of course, hitting the one hitter one too many times can have some serious consequences.
"Your failing algebra."
Math. Always my worst subject. I wasn't even halfway through my freshman year when my teacher pulled me aside to give me this piece of information.
"A tutor?" Sango scoffed.
We were sitting of course, in the treehouse.
"I told you that fucking all those demons would kill your brain cells." Shippou said with a laugh.
"I thought thats what you said about getting high." Sango corrected. "You said that fucking all those demons would send her to hell."
"Unless she redeems herself by fucking me." Ginta added, and they all busted out laughing.
I glared at them from where I was sitting in the corner, hitting the glass bong Shippou had brought over. "While I'm glad that your all getting a good laugh over there, the only problem I find with demons is that they're too damn possessive."
Sango rolled her eyes. "Thats because it's in their nature to have one mate their entire lives."
Shippou and Ginta jumped all over this one.
"How would you know!"
"Yeah, your not a demon!"
"So? Are you two gonna try and say that I'm wrong?"
The three of them then launched into what I refer to as a "smokers arguement". Which is when everyone wants to get their point across, but are too high to stick with just one point.So they end up in deep conversation about something completley different.
Toboe, who'd been sitting in the corner acroos from me, now crawled to my side to hit the bong. "So algebra, huh? You can't just do some extra credit work to bring your grade up?"
"My teacher thinks that my math problem is more severe." I told him.
"AT LEAST WE'RE FAITHFUL!!" Ginta's voice blared out.
Toboe and I continued to ignore the three. "You know, my cousin is a math whiz. I bet he could help you out."
"It's so embarressing to need a tutor this early in the semester." I groaned, but he'd caught my interest. "Would he do it for free?"
"Hmmm, that I don't know."
"Who's your cousin, anyway?"
"ALL GIRLS-" Shippou began.
"Women" Sango cut in, through clenched teeth.
"Whatever, ARE THE SAME!!"
"He's a senior." Toboe answered. "Kiba."
"Oh, I know who your talking about. With the black hair and light blue eyes...he's pretty good looking."
Toboe arched an eyebrow and I smiled as innocently as I could. I knew he was thinking about that short fling I'd had with his older brother, Hige. I cleared my throat. "Actually, your whole family is pretty fucking good looking."
"I know, thats what your Mom told me last night." He replied.
This comment only made me laugh. "Seriously. I wouldn't leave me alone with your Dad."
"So what are you saying, that sucking a dick is hard!!" Ginta exclaimed, making Toboe and I look up.
"No easier than going down on a women." Sango answered.
"Oh really?" Shippou said, sarcastically. "And how many have you licked?"
"About as many as you," Sango shot back, holding up her hand in the shape of an O. "Zero. But I'm sure you understand what it's like to suck a dick."
"Yeah...mine." Ginta choked out. And we all, including Shippou, bursted into fits of laughter.
Conversations of pure genious, ne?
So, as embarressing as it was, I was forced to have Toboe ask his cousin if he was looking for a student.... which is how I stumble across Kiba.
I wan't kidding when I told Toboe that Kiba was good looking. I had actually toned that down a bit. Kiba was...man pretty. He had jet black hair, like mine. But it was short and straight and pieces of it fell in front of his pale blue eyes. Plus he was a line backer on the football team, so he had a decent body too. To say I was attracted to him would be an understatment.
Kiba had managed to work it out with my teacher so that he would recieve some extra credits for tutoring me, which worked out since I never had any money back then.
Our relationship started off innocently enough. We'd meet about three times a week in various places around school, study for a couple hours, and then he would drive me home.
The drives home were always fun. I'd roll a joint, and we would drive around the city talking, and listening to american classic rock. A taste that we had in common.
"I'm not saying that I'm this huge Stone's fan. I'm saying how can you compare The Rolling Stones to Rush!"
Kiba pounded his fist on the steering wheel in frustration. "For the LAST TIME, waht Rush was in the eighties was what Stones were in the seventies!"
"But Rush sucked!" I yelled back. "You'd have to compare them to a band that sucked like...Kiss!"
"Are you out of your mind!! Kiss was way fucking huger than the Stones ever were!!"
I laughed. "Yeah? Well lets not forget that the whole nation was on acid at the time."
"Oh, so I should compare Kiss to Guns n' Roses then?"
That bastard.
I gasped at him. "Stop the car."
There are just certain classic rock bands that you do not mess with in my world. Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, and Guns N' Roses. Though I'm aware that the latter isn't quite as classic as the first two. Kiba just knew that saying that would piss me off. But I got back at him a couple weeks later when I talked him into letting me drive his car. (Which was the first time I had ever drove a car in my life)
"Okay, there's a really sharp turn coming up, so slow down."
"Relax! I know what I'm doing!"
"Somehow, I doubt that."
I could see his leg bouncing up and down out of the corner of my eye."Kagome, I really think you should slow down, and you need to turn the wheel a little more, and- KAGOME LOOK OUT!!"
A cat had ran out in front of the car and when I swerved to miss it, I wound up hitting a pothole, which caused the tire to blowout, which made me run the car halfway into a ditch.
Kiba reached over and puled the keys out of the ignition. "Get out."
"Oh, come on!" I argued, as he stepped out and walked around the front of the car."That could have happened to anybody!"
He opened my door and tried to drag me out, but I was holding on to the steering wheel. "Just give me another chance!"
"Kagome, the tire is flat! You want to keep driveing, then you need to fix it!"
"I don't know anything about changing a tire!"
"Well," At this point he had lifted me out of the car, with me fighting the whole time. "There's no better time to learn."
Our hangout sessions were pretty soon an eveyday event. Before long, I found myself subconsciencessly dressing up when I knew I was going to see him. I stopped going to the clubs and going home with different guys and I buckled down on my schoolwork, I had even talked Sango into getting a part time job with me.
Looking back, it's hard for me to tell weather my feelings for Kiba changed slowly, or if they were there from the start. But at the time, I hadn't felt that way about anyone since Hojou. And to be honest, I wasn't even sure if what I had felt for him could even compare to what I was now feeling for Kiba. But I guess thats how young love works, right? You always think that you'll never love anyone else again, but your always wrong. The only problem was that Kiba had a girlfriend, Cheza.
Cheza was a beautiful, popular senior with blond hair, purple eyes, and she always smelled like flowers. She and Kiba had been dating since their sophmore year and it was impossible not to like her. She was timid and sweet, and when she smiled it made you feel warm all over. When I turned sixteen she had given me a small bottle of french perfume thst I still have tucked away in a box somewhere.
As you know, I didn't have any girl friends besides Sango, and the fact that Cheza was so nice, made me feel like the scum of the earth. I didn't understand how she could be so okay with Kiba and I being as close as we were getting. But now that I'm older, I know that it was because she knew that he loved her. Which he did.
But I could never shake the feeling that there was something more between us then just friendship. After all, while he had a girlfriend, it was me that he was hanging out with all hours of the night, me that he told everything to, me that knew about his secret alone spot at a lake pier outside the city, and me that was falling in love with him.
I never told him, I mean how could I? He had a girlfriend, and she was nice to me. I coulndn't do that to her, not after rounding the corner that fateful day that I saw Eri and Hojou.
I thought that I had a handle on it. They were both seniors, so by the end of the semester he would go off to college, she would go with him, and I wouldn't have to think about either one of them ever again. I could make it until then, It was just a crush, right?
Wrong. By the end of the year I found myself falling to pieces. Everytime I thought about Kiba leaving I would about cry, something very unusual for me. Sango thought I was losing my mind.
"Kagome, you have to tell him."
I just shook my head.
"He needs to know!" Sango continued "What if he feels the same way? What if he dosn't want to be with Cheza anymore?"
'I don't want to that." I told her "I CAN'T do that to Cheza."
"And how is it any different then what you've BEEN doing to Cheza?" I jumped at the tone and volume of her voice."For the past semester he hasn't been any kind of boyfriend to her! But he sure seems to have done wonders for you!"
"What are you talking about?"
Sango lifted her arms in the air. "Kagome, look around."
We were standing behind the drug store whee Sango worked, I had walked over on my break from the small sushi bar that I worked in across the street.
"Your the one thta got us here." She pointed out. "And thats not all, your grades, the clubs, how long has it been since you had sex?"
I shrugged. It had been a few months, but she already knew that.
Sango sighed. "And it's all because of him. Look, I'm not saying it's the right thing to do. But he obviously cares about you. I'm willing to bet that Cheza knows that too. You need to tell him how you feel."
I continued to shake my head, and she got pissed.
"The only person your hurting yourself!!! But if you do something about this, then you'll only be hurting Cheza in the long run! He dosn't want to be with her, if it's not you, then it'll just be someone else! You got yourself into this Kagome! You knew he had a girlfriend!"
"I didn't plan for this to happen!"
"Well it did! NOW FIX IT!!"
I ran back to work and didn't talk to Sango for the next week, or anyone else for that matter. I guess I thought that if I ignored the problem, that it would go away.
But as you may have noticed, I'm always wrong about everything.
On the seventh day of not talking to Sango, Mugan decided to take me out for a well deserved night of liquor and mild vandalism. Nothing huge. An spraycan here, a bottle rocket there. Just stupid shit that we hadn't done since middle school.
So, halfway through a bottle of dry sake, Sango called his cell phone for me. "Souta told me you were with him. Kiba's looking for you."
It was the first time we'd talked in a week, and she sounded more then pissed. "He didn't sound good...and he said it's important that he talks to you."
She hung up without saying goodbye, and I, with a pounding heart, called Kiba.
The first words out of his mouth were, "Kagome, I'm losing it." Then "Where the fuck have you been!" Followed by "I need to see you."
Mugan was pretty understanding and even let me keep the sake when he dropped me off at the shrine. Ten minutes later, Kiba picked me up and we drove to his favorite pier outside the city.
"I've just been studying." I lied, when he asked me where I'd been all week. "Finals are coming up." (In case your wondering, our study sessions had become something of the past when I pulled my math grade up to a B.) "I havn't been hanging out with anyone. Not even Sango."
"I know, she told me." He replied. "You sure everything's okay?"
I avoided his gaze and looked out at the water. "Positive. Enough about me...why are you losing it?"
We sta on the pier for a while, polishing off the sake. He explained to me how his Dad was giving him a hard time about a football scholarship and that they were fighting constantly. He said his Mother would burst into tears everytime the two fought, and that she was beginning to have anxiety issues with her youngest son going off to college. And he also told me that he couldn't stop arguing with Cheza.
"Your just stressed." I tried to assure him."You both are, once you graduate everyting will calm down."
"I'm taking all my frustration out on her." Kiba said quietly, "It's not right. I'm the one with the problem."
"Look, you Dad-"
"It's not my Dad. Thats not why I'm fighting with Cheza."
My heart started pounding again. "What do you mean?"
Now Kiba looked out at the water. "I've been thinking... about someone else."
Everything that happened afterwards, happened too quickly for me to stop, let alone control.
He kissed me, I climbed onto his lap, he pulled off my shirt, I pulled off his, he slipped his finger under my skirt and beneath my panties, I pushed him on his back and went down on him, he pinned me down and took control, I spread my legs apart and let him. He kept his eyes on mine as we fucked.
We didn't have sex. We didin't make love. We fucked, with a fierce, wild passion that only the moon was witness to. Neither one of us ever giving voice to how we felt about eachother.
As we walked back to the car, A multitude of emotions crashed down on me.
I felt exilerated, but ashamed.
Sublimely happy, but intensly sad. What had I done?
"I need to see Sango." I told him.
"Kagome-"
"Don't" I interupted nothing you say right now is gonna do any good, Kiba. You have a girlfriend. And I knew that."
"It's not your fault." He said gently, trying to pull me towards him.
I pulled away. "How can you say that!" I've been on Cheza's side of things! I didn't want to do this to her! Thats why I pulled the disappearing act this last week. I didn't...I mean I tried..."
Kiba nodded, "I know. I tried to. But when we're together, I just want to...there's something about us, you know?"
Yeah. I did know.
"She's been saying it for months, now." He continued. "Cheza. She says that we spend too much time together to be just friends. And that I talk about you a lot."
This was news to me. "Why havn't you said anything to me about it?"
Kiba shrugged. "I guess I just tried to pretend that it wasn't true. But after not seeing you this past week..." He trailed off and looked down.
"What is it?"
"Kagome. Tonight. Before I called you, we got into a fight. I told her that I thought we should spend some time apart."
"No!" I exclaimed, even though the thought of being with Kiba had me elated, I knew it was wrong.
"She asked me why." He went on, as if he hadn't heard me. "And I told her that I felt like we were growing apart."
"Kiba," I groaned. "That is such a load of-"
"She told me that she's pregnant."
I froze. No. There was no way he had just said that.
The look on his face told me otherwise, and suddenly the bottle of sake didn't seem to agree with me.
"I need to see Sango." I repeated, after I'd thrown up what felt like my entire stomach.
We didn't say a word to eachother on the car ride home. It's not that I didn't want to, in fact there were a thousand things I wanted to ask.
Like why the fuck he hadn't told me about Cheza BEFORE he fucked me. But I already knew the answer. If he had told me, then our night together probably never would have happened. And apparently, thats all he had wanted.
We pulled up in front of Sango's house and he turned of the engine. "Are you okay?"
I turned my head to look in his eyes, and in that single moment I knew, that even though he cared about me, Kiba had never felt for me what I had felt him. He should have known me better then to ask if I was okay.
"I'm fine."
"Kagome, I-"
"I don't think we should hang out anymore. You need to be with your girlfriend. Tell her I said congradulations, I'm sure she'll be a great mom."
I got out of the car and shut the door before he could reply, anything he could have said would have just sent me off the deep end at that point, anyway. I walked into the backyard, listening as the car started back up and drove down the street. It was late, and I coud hear voices coming from the treehouse as I climbed up the rope ladder.
Mugan, and a guy that Sango worked with, Jin, were arm wrestling in one corner. Jin and Sango had began seeing eachother a couple weeks before, I was actually a little surprised to see him there. In the other corner, Sango was packing a small ceramic pipe.
As soon as she saw me, she knew what I'd done. "You didn't."
Instead of answering her, I threw myself into her arms and started crying. "I'm....so....stupid."
I repeated those words over and over again as she rocked me back and forth. "It's alright." She said gently. "I shouldn't have pushed you to tell him how you felt."
This just made me cry harder. "I didn't."
After several minutes of this, Mugan awkwardly cleared his throat, making us look up.
"This may not be the best time." He began. "But I just thought you should know, you've been holding eachother pretty close...and I'm completely turned on."
Jin punched him in the shoulder and Mugan immediatly tackled him, causing Sango and I to start laughing.
Now that I'm older, I can look back on my expierience with Kiba without bitterness. But it took me a long time to get to that point.
I was sixteen, and my heart had been broken for the second time.(Or so I thought.) Of course this time, it was my own stupidity that did it. And just as I'd done when Hojou left my life, I came up with another philosophy.
Good enough to fuck. But not enough to love. Thats what I was. I had been wrong three years earlier when I said that love didn't exist. It was real, alright. That was for damn sure, just not for me.
"I love you! We can fall in love!" Ginta exclaimed.
I glared at him through the thick cloud of smoke floating in the supply shed on the shrine.
"I love where this conversation is going." I said dryly.
Ginta grinned from ear to ear. "C'mon, let me hit it!"
(Sigh) It never fails.
"Your a fucking moron!" Sango exclaimed "Didn't you even hear what she just said!"
"But it would be an act of love!" Ginta argued, goofy smile still plastered across his face.
My Grandfather chuckled softly.
"Sorry about the topic of discussion Gramps." I told him. "It's the weed."
Sango glanced at her watch. "I gotta go meet Jin."
"Jiiiiiin." Ginta teased in a high pitched voice.
School had just let out the day before, and so far my summer vacation didn't look promising. Sango had been seeing Jin for almost a month now, and even though she wouldn't say it, I knew her feelings for him were strong. Like now, for example. Where she noramlly would have smacked Ginta, or thrown something at him, she smiled and blushed. "Shut up."
With my best friend starting a new relationship, and me damning them to hell for all eternity. I was afraid that my summer would be a lonely one.
"Give me a ride home?" Ginta asked.
Sango sighed dramaticly. "If I must."
Once they left, my Grandfather turned to me and smiled. "I get by with a little help from my friends." He sang softly.
Sargent Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
"I get high with a little help from my friends." I joined in "I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends."
We laughed, before he turned to me and asked, "Do you really believe that you'll never find him, Kagome?"
"Find who, Gramps?"
"The man who shares your destiny."
I bit my tounge to avoid telling him that there was no such thing as destiny. That I don't believe anyone on this planet is destined to do anything more then what they choose.
But instead, "Maybe my destiny dosn't include love."
"Why would you think such a thing?"
"Well... I"m a Miko after all. In all the story's I've read, Miko powers weaken when she falls in love. In the fudel era they lived like...monks."
"But this is not the fudel era."
"No, but I'm still a Miko."
He stood up and walked towards the door."Follow me, Kagome?"
My insides turned to ice at his tone. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to like where we were going. But he's my Grangfather, so I followed him anyway. And of course, he brought me to the well house.
I sat uncomfortably on the bottom step, while my Grandfather perched on the boarded up well. These were the same places we sat when I was ten years old, and he told me about my powers.
He cleared his throat. "Five hundred years ago...."
"No!" I interupted. "Gramps, please, I know the story, okay? Girl and boy fall in forbidden love, they're decieved into betraying one another under false pretenses, kill eachother...in a sense, before the truth was uncovered, big drama, very sad. Five hundred years pass, we all move on."
"Very well." He said. "So you already know that when the Miko's body was burned, she took the jewel with her."
I twitched as the boards creeked beneath him. "Yeees." I answered warily.
"They had intended to use the Shikon to turn the Youkai into a human, so they could marry. But as you so eloquently put it, things did not go as planned."
Now, keep in mind that I hated the well house, something me Grandfather knew. He was also aware that I knew this story, since he had been telling it to me since I was three. I was beginning to wonder if he was too high to remember his point.
"Their souls would be tied together because of that jewel for all eternity."
"Do we really have to talk about this in here? Couldn't we go get some ice cream or something?"
"In every lifetime the jewel would be withen the Miko's soul, and the youkai, just as he did five hundred years ago, would be looking for it...looking for her."
What the fuck did this have to with me and my broken heart? Did he not just hear me say ten minutes earlier that all I was to anyone was a good fuck!? Why would I want to sit in the wll house and listen to "The Tragic Love Story" for the millionth time?
"Kagome...how do you feel when your in here?"
Nervous. Uneasy. Cold. Like I"m being invaded. Like my heart is about to explode right out of my chest.
"I don't know." I muttered.
He arched an eyebrow.
"I guess." I sighed "I'm scared, like all my senses are on alert."
"Do you know why?"
Where was he going with this? "Because I've fallen down the well."
He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes "Because you've been pulled down the well."
"How did you know that!" I demanded. "I never told anyone that! Not even Sango!"
"Kagome, whats inside of you, the powers you possess, the reason that evil spirit was able to revive long enough to pull you down the well that day." He took a deep breath "Is because your soul is entertwined with the Shikon no Tama."
We stared at eachother for a minute. "Um, Gramps, have you been dipping into Mom's cooking sake?"
He stood up and walked towards the steps. "Follow me, Kagome."
Shit, he didn't have to tell me twice.
This time, he led me to the sacred tree that has been standing for a hell of a lot longer then five hundred years.
"How do you feel when you sit under the tree, Kagome?"
Calm. At ease. Warm. Like a child being cradled in their Mother's arms. Like nothing can harm me.
"I don't know." I muttered again. And again, he arched an eyebrow and I sighed, "Safe. This is where I come to clear my head."
He nodded. "This is where the Miko sealed the youkai in eternal sleep. Do you know why you feel content under this tree?"
I really wished at this point that he would quit with the cryptic shit and just come out and say it.
"It is because your soul is entertwined with his soul as well. Where ever he is, there is someone out there who shares your destiny."
"So let me get this straight." I began, rubbing my forehead. "Are you telling me that the Miko was..me?"
"You share the same soul."
"And my destiny is to reunite her with the youkai?"
"Precisely."
"I'm going to bed."
I never told anyone about that conversation. Not even Sango. And even though I kept saying over and over in my head that it was bullshit, I had a hard time falling asleep that night. But that could have been because Kohaku was sleeping over and he and Souta wouldn't keep it down.
The following night, when I got off work, I did something I'd never done before. I decided to go dancing by myself.
I wore a scandolous low cut black tank top that left my shoulders and midriff bare, with a tight pair of low cut jeans. Perhaps because of the conversation with my Grandfather, or maybe because I hadn't been out in a while. I decided to go back to The Shikon Gaden, where Hige was still the doorman and slapped an overage wristband on me.
I danced for the first couple hours, letting out all the frustration that had built up in the months I'd spent with Kiba.
I kept my eyes open the entire time for two triangular shaped ears, my mind screaming at me that I was being stupid and that my Grandfather was slowly going cenile.
Thirsty, I finally sat myself at the bar...where I met a strapping young man of nineteen years, by the name of Miroku.
"Excuse me, Miss." He said, taking a seat next to me. "I noticed that your by yourself and was just wondering if you'd be interested in bearing my child."
I immediatly put my head in my hands. "Interested in some company would have been better." I told him.
He smiled, and I noticed his deep violet eyes. "Or interested in letting you buy me a drink...which I am."
We sat for a while and talked over shots that I'd never heard of like "Surfer on acid" and "Red headed slut". Turned out that Miroku's girlfriend of three months had just broken up with him, also because of his own stupidity."Well, maybe if you'd kept your hands off other women." I pointed out, laughing.
"Hey, it's not like I ever slept with any of them! Besides, no one should be held accountable for the things they do when they're trashed."
"I'll drink to that."
Miroku and I actually had quite a bit in common, not only were we both at the club alone, but it turned out that Miroku was raised on a monostary.
"So, what are you, a monk?"
"Fuck no!....Well, I"ve had all the teachings and stuff, but no. I don't consider myself a monk. My family has lived at the monostary for several generations. I've thrown some kick ass parties out there."
"I can't imagine throwing a party at the shrine." I told him.
He spit out his drink. "You live on a shrine! I can't take you home now, your a Miko!"
"Um, first of all, who said anything about me leaving with you? And second, what does me being a Miko have to do with anything?"
I know, A monk and a miko talking over drinks in a club, sounds like the beginning of a dirty joke, dosn't it? But I felt very at ease with him, even if he couldn't take me home.
"Look, this may sound strange, and if your not into that kind of thing, I'll understand." He began, looking around and lowering his voice. "But do you by any chance, get high?"
Do I ever.
We decided that the safest place to smoke undisturbed would be in his car. We didn't drive anywhere, just sat in the parking lot.
"You want me to throw in on a what?" I asked, unfolding my own sack.
"A blunt. It's a cigar filled with weed."
So, we both contributed some weed, and Miroku rolled the first blunt I ever smoked.
"Dude." I said, halfway through. "You gotta teach me how to roll those...I'm already fucking blazed."
"Where do you get your weed from?" Miroku asked. "It looks the same as mine."
"Wolf demon I know."
Miroku chuckled. "Your kidding right? Whats his name?"
"I can't tell you that, he'd kick my ass."
"Is is Ginta?"
My jaw dropped. "How'd you-"
But I never got to finish my sentence. Red and blue lights had just pulled up behind us. Police. Perfect.
In an instant, I spit on the burning end of the blunt, threw it in the sack, and shoved it down my pants. The police however, are not as stupid as one as fucked up as I was, would think. As soon as we stepped out of the car, smoke pillowed out and neither one of us could pass a breathalizer test to save our lives. Thankfully, the cop didn't find the weed.
"So Miss. Higurashi. What are you doing out this late?" He'd asked
"I enjoy dancing, officer."
"So then, what are you doing in this young man's car?"
"We were just discussing if we were going to go to my place or his. I also enjoy having sex...sir."
Miroku tried his best to stiffle his laughter. The officer wasn't quite as pleased. "What have you been drinking, tonight"
"Cranberry juice." I answerd promptly, patting myself on the back for remembering the one non alcoholic ingrediant in "red headed slut"
"And what have the two of you been smoking?"
"Smoking is very bad for your health, officer." Miroku answered, solemnly.
The cop eyed us both for a few seconds, as if he was deciding weather or not he had reason to take us to jail. Finally. "I think you two should call it a night, don't you?"
"Yes, sir." We answered.
"But the car stays here, I'll drive you home."
Great. Just what I needed, to be escorted to my front door by an officer of the law. Mom was going to have a field day with this one.
"Can't we talk about this first!?" I pleaded, as he pushed me into the back seat of his squad car. "I don't think you understand the week I've had!"
Due to how drunk and stoned I still was, it wasn't until I moved over for Miroku, that I realized we weren't the only two in the backseat. I looked up.
And my heart stopped again.
The boy with silver hair. I couldn't believe it. Judgeing by the look on his face, he couldn't either.
"Holy shit!" Miroku exclaimed, when he saw him. "I thought you were in jail!"
We both turned to Miroku, and the silver haired boy laughed. "Just got out. I went by the monostary earlier, but Musheen said you were at work."
"Wait a minute." I interupted, holding up my still hand cuffed hands. "You two know eachother?"
Miroku nodded. "Since we were kids...do you two know eachother?"
Good question. I guess technicaly we didn't know anything about one another, shit I didn't even know-
"Whats your name?" We blurted out at the same time.
"You first." he insisted.
"Kagome."
"Pretty. I'm Inuyasha."
I smiled. "You know, I came back to the dance floor looking for you that night."
"Yeah, Miroku drank too much whiskey, I had to get him home. But I went back the next couple nights to see if you'd be there."
"So, you two know eachother?" Miroku repeated.
Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. "If we did, would it ruin your plans for the evening?"
"No." MIroku answered quickly. "Well...maybe."
Now I laughed. "I thought you said you couldn't take a Miko home."
"A what?" The cop asked, from the front seat.
I looked from the cop, to Miroku, to Inuyasha, and sighed. "This is the wierdest night ever."


There was a light knock at Kagome's bedroom door. "Permission to enter." Sango called out. "I come baring a rather large gift that I can't smoke alone!"
Kagome chuckled. "Granted."
Sango closed the door behind her and held up a blunt. "Thought maybe you'd like a break."
"Come off it, Sango. I know that your trying to read the second chapter."
Sango mocked an innocent expression as she lit the one guilty pleasure the two women had kept all these years.
"I'm not that crazy about it." Kagome admitted. "It's mostly about Kiba."
"Damn, havn't thought about him in a while."
"Tell me about it."
Sango blew out a few smoke rings."So Kags, why are you writing about all this shit, anyway?"
Kagome leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. "I guess I'm just trying to get some perspective on my life."
"Have you...wrote any more...about Inuyasha?"
"A little. Mentioned Jin a few times too."
Sango slapped her forehead. "Oh my god!!"
"You were sooo smitten with him, remember?" Kagome teased, putting on a high pitched voice. "Oh Jin, your sooo dreamy! You make me feel sooo special!"
"Shut up! He was my first boyfriend! I don't tease you about Hojou!"
"Yes you do!"
"Well, I havn't in a very long time!"
Kagome exhaled a thick cloud of smoke in Sango's face. "You wanna read it?"
"Can I?"
"No."
"Bitch!"
Kagome laughed and stood up, motioning Sango to the chair. "Okay fine. But don't ask about my Grandfather, because I don't want to talk about it."
Sango pressed her palms together and bowed. "I promise."

"Graceless lady. You know who I am. You know I can't let you, slide through my hands."