The right thing

Disclaimer: I do not own, or make any money off the characters of InuYasha. As well as all other movies, t.v shows, and songs that are mentioned.

"2 a.m and I'm still awake writing a song, if I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me, threatning the life it belongs to....."


Here's the thing. Marijuana. While I'll probably smoke it until the day I die, what they say is true. It can lead to the use of other,(more harmful), drugs. Not in all cases, but in most.
Halfway through freshman year, Shippou had started snorting cocaine. He wasn't a powder head or anything, but he still used it. Out of curiousity, I had let myself been convinced into trying some.
"Hey Kagome, you want a line?"
"Sure."
As you can see, my arm wasn't exactly twisted. Personally, I didn't think it was all that great. The outside of my nose went numb for about ten minutes, the inside of my mouth tasted awful, and my my right leg developed this nervous twitch until I smoked some weed. No biggie. To this day I can't understand how people get so addicted to that drug.
But drugs effect people differently.
Jin and Mugan, (who had become fast friends), had picked a bag full of mushrooms somewhere in the mountains.
"Are you sure those are safe to eat?" Sango had asked.
Jin's parents were out of town for the weekend and the four of us took it upon ourselves to house sit for them.
"We're not going to eat them." Mugan told her. "We're gonna drink them."
They had boiled the mushrooms in water, then mixed the juice it made with Kool-aid. I was skeptical at first, but when Mugan handed me the pink liquid, I chugged it anyway..... hey who out there wouldn't drink something called "Magic Mushroom Juice."?
Probably the ones who had the same kind of trip I did. Jin's mother collected ceramic smurf figureine's... I'd never really cared for the smurfs.
"You there!!" Papa smurf yelled to me.
I was petrified, but couldn't look away. All the smurfs were lined up behind him with looks of contempt in their eyes. "You will bow to me before the night is over!!!" (They all cheered.) I'm sure your laughing right now, but if you actually thought you saw this believe me it wouldn't be as funny.
That was just my trip, though. Sango thought she was laying in a meadow of wild flowers. Drugs effect people differently.
Toboe's brother, Hige, knew that Sango and I were into the club scene. So one night, he gave us two beans,( A.k.a, exstasy), with the explicit instructions to avoid all liquids, and stick together.
Exstasy is a strange drug. The first thing I did was throw up, which I guess is normal since as soon as the pill hits your stomach it explodes. But it was the first and only time that getting sick actually felt...good.
In fact everything felt good, the vibration of the music on the dance floor, every movement I made, even when someone brushed against me I thought I was going to bust a nut. It was positively orgasmic...the first time I took it anyway, the next time I tried it i didn't feel shit.
But again, drugs effect people differently. I can understand how people get addicted to x. I'm just glad not to be one of those people.
I wouldn't touck crack if you paid me, and heroin I refuse to do because the one time I did the high was too good for words, and thats definitly not a road I want to go down. No. All these drugs are nothing, I can look back and chalk them up to experiments. Except for one.

As nice as the cop had been to us that night, letting Miroku, InuYasha and I chat on the drive home. I still managed to forget to ask how to get a hold of my two new found friends.
Miroku, the lecherous monk that enjoyed Jack Daniels and Jagermeister.
And InuYasha, the silver-haired boy that had been making random appearences in my dreams since I was six.
So, after a useless search on the internet for monostarys in and around Tokyo...(don't ask how many, just know that there were two many to narrow down), and a couple late night ventures to the Shikon Gaden with Sango and Jin,(the pair were becoming inseperable). It suddenly hit me. Hadn't Miroku asked if I knew Ginta? Of course, my wolf demon friend wasn't all that forthcoming with information.
"How about... you let me hit it?"
(Sigh) Every damn time.
"How about I tell your Mom that you've been getting you kid sister high?"
Now, Ginta had two younger sisters, and I myself have gotten them high hundreds of times. But at the time Satina, the oldest of the duo, was only twelve. And this was before I started hanging out with them. Of course, I would never rat Ginta out tlike that, but hey, the bastard wouldn't tell what I needed to know. I had to do something.
Turned out, Ginta had met Miroku a few summers back when he'd stayed with his father over vacation. His Father lived half a mile from the monostary. They'd met through Ginta's younger brother, Kouga.
"Wait a sec." I'd interupted him. "You have another brother? How come I havn't met him?"
"He lives with our Dad." Ginta explained. "He and my Mom don't get along."
"Why not?"
"There both phycotic."
It was all very confusing, and I gave Ginta hell for having all these people in his life that I knew nothing about. But was over it quickly when he gave me directions to the monostary.
The train didn't go that far out of the city so I was forced to take a taxi the rest of the way, just about emptying my pockets. The driver dropped me off at the base of the hill the monostary sat on, and I trudged up the stone steps, taking in all the pretty scenery. Now, I grew up on a shrine. So why I was nervous was beyond me, but I was. I guess I just felt like this was a holy place, and I was far from holy.
However, after I knocked on the large wooden door, my timidness came to a screeching hault when a short, fat, bald, and very drunk monk opend the door and belched directly in my face.
"That was lovely." I said, gagging on the stench of Sake.
The monk gave me a toothless smile, and god help, I couldn't help but smile back.
"Can I help you young lady?"
"Maybe. I'm looking for Miroku."
He took a swig from the jug he was holding. "Oh god, why?"
"Well... I met him a few nights ago at this club-"
"My apoligies." He interupted, with a small bow. "Please understand that Miroku has a hard time controling himself around beautiful young women such as yourself. I've tried to have him neutered, but he's oddly immune to the sedatives I used to knock him out."
Oh yeah, these two were definetly related.
"Um...okay then." I said, once I'd stopped laughing. "Actually I've got something of his, I'm pretty sure he wants it back."
"Might it be his heart?"
Pretty smooth for a drunk old monk.
"Follow me, my dear."
The monk, (who called himself Musheen) escorted me throught the building and into the gardens. Where there were a series of do-jos.
"Miroku has been fond of this dojo since he was a boy." Musheen explained, as he walked me to the forth one back. "So we had it converted to his bedroom a few years back. Do make sure you knock, won't you? I wouldn't want you to walk in on him in the middle of any self-satisfaction and be scarred for life."
I laughed. "I appreciate that."
He bowed again, and I waited until he was halfway back to the main building before I pulled the half smoked blunt out of my purse and knocked on the door.
There was a clutter, a bong? And some very distinct shuffeling around underneath the rap music that was being played. Something was definetly being stashed. After a minute, Miroku opened the door and I lifted up the blunt. "Miss me?"
"Hell, yeah!" He exclaimed, reaching for the blunt. "I thought you'd be smoked by now."
Damn smartass. "It almost was."
Miroku laughed. "You know how close I was to getting a hold of the cop that took us home just to find out where you lived?"
"You were in the car when he dropped me off!"
"Yeah, but I was drunk."
I walked into the room and spotted InuYasha on a bean bag in the corner. "And whats your excuse?"
InuYasha tited his head to the side, and gave me a boyish grin. A "you know your not mad at me" grin, that made my insides melt...and would continue to do so as the years progressed.
Then I noticed the smell that was lingering in the dojo. The smell of burnt plastic.
That was when I was introduced to Crystal Meth.
I've always found it fasinating how quickly friendships can be forged in the drug world. Every real friend that I've made since I was thirteen got high. Whether they smoked, snorted, or shot up, they were into something. Problem is though, that if someone really is your friend, should they stop you from doing the same? But I guess I'm really no one to talk there.
"You don't understand." InuYasha told me after I asked for a line. "This shit is dangerous for women. It effects them differently."
"Thanks for the sermon. Now let me try some."
I snorted a line and waited, feeling fairly certain that this would be no different then cocaine. Then one line turned into two, then three, then we smoked a boat. (Aluminum foil folded up. You melt the "ice" on it and smoke it through a straw.) Then two boats, then three... before I knew it I was geeking the fuck out. Thats the thing with Ice, you don't realize how fucked up you are until you look at all the things you've geeked out on. "Geeking out " is the term I use to descide the uncontrolable urge to do things like clean, re-organize, and fix things that arn't broken. And thats not all, sometimes you can fidget to the point of chewing the inside of your mouth, (in my case, bottom lip), until it's bleeding, and not even feel it until the next day.
I couldn't stop moving around. I helped Miroku re-arrange his furniture. I put InuYasha's hair into dozens of tiny braids. I made an enery ball and floated through out the room, completly tripping the boys out. I alphabetized Miroku's c.d collection. And all the while I listened as the boys told me about themselves. Seriously, for whatever the reason, this drug would sometimes render me silent for hours at a time.
Miroku and InuYasha met in detention when they were in the sixth grade, and had been partners in crime...and time, ever since.
"How many times have you been to jail?"
When they were twelve, InuYasha decided he was sick of living with his crack addicted (at the time) mother, and stole a motor home.
"WHAT!!!"
And naturally, picked up Miroku, a few other friends, and drove halfway across the country before reality caught up with them. InuYasha wound up in a juvinile work camp for two months, and this was only his first offense. By the time I'd met him (by name) InuYasha was eighteen and had already been arrested for countless other charges. Stupid charges too, like shoplifting.
"You really needed the cigarettes that badly?"
"Fuck, yeah! I used to sell them in the schoolyard for five bucks a pack."
And posession on school property.
"That was his own fault." Miroku told me. "InuYasha has a tendency to open his mouth to the wrong people. And the principal scared him into showing him where it was."
Let's see, what else? Driving without a lisence.
"How the fuck do you get arrested for the same thing twice in one day!!!"
InuYasha shrugged. "Sheer dumb luck?"
"Or sheer stupidity."
Miroku's charges wern't exactly ringing with common sense, either.
Trespassing and pocession. "I'd just lit the blunt when the cops pulled up."
"Well, that'll happen on a PUBLIC PLAYGROUND!!"
"After hours." Miroku added.
I shook my head in disbelief. Getting arrested is a bitch. I unfortuneatly know that first hand, now. But back then the only other person I knew who'd been arrested was Ginta, and his family had him out in no time. These two had actually served time in jail. I couldn't even imagine what that was like.
"What about school?"
InYasha didn't make it past sophmore year. "Once I started working that was it for school." He told me. "I was making money, so it seemed pointless."
He'd held many jobs over the past couple years.Waiter, sales clerk, telemarketer, cook, anything that didn't require a diploma.
I didn't know how long we'd been talking, or how long I'd been painting a small night table in the corner for that matter, when someone pounded on the door.
"I know you two are in there!!"
It was a girl. Miroku shot InuYasha an amused look. "Well dosn't she sound happy."
"Fuck off, Monk."
I decided not to say anything and continued painting the table, while the boys argued in hushed voices whether or not to open the door, before Miroku finally over-ruled and let in Rukia and Kouga.
Rukia was short and skinny, with shiny black hair that framed her face and fell just above her shoulders. And of course, big purple eyes, just like Cheza's. I sighed, what was it about the purple eyed girls?
Kouga caught my attention immediatly. He was tall and broad, with long black hair that was in a pony tail, and bangs that fell over two incredible aqua marine eyes.
He stared at me for a moment, whick I didn't mind. He was some delicious eye candy himself.
Rukia croosed her arms and glared at InuYasha. "Have you been here all day!?" She demanded.
"Well gee, Rukia." He began. "Isn't this where I told you I would be?"
"Can't you just come home so we can talk about this?" She asked.
Miroku appeared to be uninterested in whatever these two were talking about and instead turned his attention to Kouga."I've got that money I owe you." He said, handing the tall wolf demon a folded bill. "Appreciate you letting me front that."
Kouga nodded, but hi eyes were still shifting over towards me. Miroku followed his gaze and smiled. "You know Kouga, don't you, Kagome?"
I shook my head, then realized. "Ginta's brother?"
So this was the phyco brother Ginta told me about.(I use the term phyco loosely sice that whole family is pretty nuts)
"C'mon, Yash." Rukia asked again, sadly. "Come home with me, it's already two a.m."
I froze, paintbrush in mid stroke, I must have heard her wrong. "I'm sorry...it's what time?"
But I'd heard her right. I'd been sitting in the dojo for damn near eleven hours, getting fucked up out of my mind. I didn't have enough cash on me to get a taxi home, and as if that wasn't bad enough, I'd completly forgotten to go to work.
"I gotta go."
InuYasha turned to me. "Did you drive?"
I shook my head.
"I'll take you."
I was too out of it to argue. Though I did notice the look I got from Rukia, who was still just noticing me.
"I'm Kagome, by the way." I said to Kouga. I'm good friends with Ginta."
"Well thats brave of you to admit." He chuckled.
"Lets go." InuYasha demanded, already half way out the door.
"Okay." I began, once I'd caught up to him in the gardens."You wanna tell me what that was all about?"
"Not really."
"Humor me. I got a feeling I might have to defend myself here in a minute."
"Rukia isn't gonna follow us. She's not that kind of girl."
"The kind of girl that puts someone in their place for fucking with their boyfriend, that kind of girl?"
"The kind of girl that gives a shit."
"So she is your girlfriend." I reasoned. "All that about coming home, I'm assuming you live together?"
"Good assumption."
"So... are you trying to get my ass kicked? Or hers? Because you know I can take her."
"I already told you, she's not gonna follow us. I don't know about you being able to take her though, she's pretty spry."
"Maybe so. But I have super strength when it comes to defending myself."
InuYasha laughed that beautiful laugh and I almost forgot about the pissed off girlfriend. Almost. "So, what'd she do?"
"Huh?"
"Rukia. She had to of done something."
"Nothing she hasn't done before."
"Well, she obviously is the kind of girl that tracks you down just to ask you to come home. Maybe you should talk to her."
"I told her where I would be this morning. Only reason she's here is because Kouga asked her for a ride, I gaurantee it."
"She cheated on you didn't she?"
"..." InuYasha had stopped walking and I looked around for his car.
But instead , my eyes landed on a small red ninja. "Your kidding, right?"
My answer was him handing me a matching red helmet.
I'd never been the biggest fan of motorcycles. My Fathers best friend was killed on one when I was a kid. Of course, he was drunk, but it instilled a fear in me, nontheless. However, once InuYasha reved the engine and we took off down the road, I foungd myself giggeling. The fact that I had to keep my arms wrapped around those hard, sexy, abs of his didn't suck either.
"Do you remember where I live?" I'd yelled to him.
"Just enjoy the ride."
Abso-fucking-loutly.
It was easy to enjoy the ride, the city never looked better than it did that night on the back of InuYasha's ninja....I wonder if it was the drugs. Anyway, my questions about Rukia went unanswered that night, or morning I should say. InuYasha dropped me off at the shrine and I went up to my room thinking that it was late and I should get some sleep.
But when I layed in my bed all I did was toss and turn. My eyes were wide open, and my brain was racing with a million thoughts at once. Not only about the hanyou that would no doubt be haunting my dreams if I ever did fall asleep. But Kouga as well. Not to mention I was still thinking about Kiba and Cheza.
Before I could control it, I was out of my bed and looking for a pencil. I'd fooled around with writing when I was younger. Short stories and poetry, things like that. But when I started smoking weed, for whatever the reason, I stopped. Well, not tonight. Once my pencil hit the paper it was all over. This was my first expierience with crystal meth, and let me tell you it was a long one. I don't know how many lines I snorted, or boats we smoked, but I do know that the after effects didn't where off until well into the next day.
I locked my bedroom door, not wanting my Mom to walk in and freak out, and wrote until after dawn. How many hours past by, I really can't say. I didn't stop until I realized how sore my bottom lip was.
I'd chewed the inside of it raw without even noticing. It was twice it's normal size. But thats not what freaked me out when I looked into the bathroom mirror.
My pupils were dialated.
"I've gotta get some sleep." But I couldn't. It was seven a.m now. Mom and Souta were still asleep, but I could hear Gramps outside fussing with Buyo as he went to get the morning paper.
I couldn't let them see me like this. I'd never felt this fucked up before and Souta was sure to ask questions being the nosey littlle punk he was. So I did what anyone else would do in this situation. Find the darkest pair of sunglasses you own and haul ass.
Naturally, I went straight to the person who I could be fucked up around. Sango.
"Bitch! Where the FUCK have you been!" Sango was never a big morning person. "You weren't at work last night! They told me they hadn't even heard from you! I was afraid to call your house, in case it'd get you in trouble, but believe me, I called everyone else! Ginta finally told me he'd seen you around noonish...did you get into a fight? You lip-"
I held up my hand before she could go any further and took off my sunglasses.
She gasped and I sighed. "Please tell me you have some weed."
"Gods, I'll roll two if I have to, just put your sunglasses back on!"
"I didn't get into a fight."
"Apparently!"
I spent the rest of the morning in the treehouse with Sango, trying to bring myself down. She made me hold an icepack to my lips to bring the swelling down.
I told her about my night, InuYasha, Miroku, and the hours of geeking the drug had induced.
"I can't believe you went over there without me."
"I didn't know I was going to be over there all night. Now I have to find a new job."
Sango looked at her watch. "Actually I have to get ready for work. What are you gonna do?"
It was now a little after noon. My stomach had been growling but the sunlight had rendered me positively useless. The thought of eating made me want to hurl.
"Go ahaed." I told her. "I'm gonna stay up here for a while."
"You mean until your Mom goes to work." She said with a smirk.
"You know me too well."
"Well, your eyes look a lot better. I'll be off by eight, so I'll drop by your house and check on you. And if you happen to see your silver-haired friend, get some more, I want to try some."
"We're a bad influence on eachother."
After Sango left, I lied on my back, staring at the ceiling. I was in quiet mode now. My body was relaxed, but I still didn't sleep. I simply listened to the sounds outside and smoked the joints Sango had left for me, letting my imagination run wild with thoughts.
At four thirty, when I was sure that Mom had left for work, I made my way home. I'd been awake for about thirty two hours now. The five blocks that usually took five minutes to walk was now long and miserable. When I reached the top step of the shrine I thought I was going to pass out.
Until I heard laughter coming from the supply shed. InuYasha's laughter.
I opened the door and immediatly started coughing as I was blanketed in smoke. My Grandfather was sitting on a stool with Buyo on his lap, and InuYasha was streched ouy on the floor as I had been in the treehouse; a blunt hanging from his mouth.
"I see you two have met."
"Yes we have." Gramps said, pointing an accusing finger at me." And shame on you for not smoking these cigar contraptions with me!"
InuYasha laughed. "Your Grandfather rocks,Kagome."
Yes. Yes he does.
Apparently, while I'd been in the treehouse, InuYasha had come over looking for me, and, as all the friends before him had, wound up hanging out with Gramps. For some reason, Gramps always found it necassary to know the people I associate with. It wasn't too often that he didn't like someone, but when it happened he let me know.
InuYasha wasn't one of those people. Actually the two of them seemed to hit it off immediatly. The three of us sat and smoked the blunt as they talked about things like cars, work, and travel. I just listened, my body was still in quiet mode. I remember glancing over at InuYasha and wondering how the fuck he was still so energized.
"How 'bout it, Kagome?"
I blinked. "Huh?"
Gramps stood up. "I asked if you know where your Mother hid the key to the liquor cabinet."
"Under the goldfish ashtray."
He patted me on the back as he walked past, his way of saying thanks, and left me with my silver-haired adonis.
"I would have been by earlier." InuYasha told me "But I had to go see an old boss of mine about getting my job back. I figured you'd still be awake."
"Believe me, it's not by choice." I answerd truthfully. "Don't get me wrong, the high was great. But this aftermath sucks. I can't even eat anything."
InuYasha reached into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag. "Take this"
I eyed him suspiciously for a moment, but emptied the contents into my hand anyway.
"Do you know what it is?"
Pills weren't really my thing, that was more up Shippou's alley. But I'd been around them enough to know that I was holding zanex. Not the little footballs either, but a whole bar.
"It'll help you go to sleep." InuYasha continued. "Bite it, let it dissolve in your mouth for a minute before you swallow it. Chase it with some Sake. You'll be out in no time."
"Then how come your not sleeping?"
"..."
"I knew it! You haven't come down yet, have you? You jerk! I suggest you cough up some more!"
"You see, this is exactly why I told you this drug was no good for women! This is not the kind of drug you do every day!"
"Then why are you-"
"I had to finish what was left. I couldn't crash. I had a lot of things to do today."
I sighed, too tired to argue, and stuck the pill in my mouth. "It taste rancid."
InuYasha nodded as he stuck one in his mouth. "Yeah, but it really does the trick."
It was no wonder he said to drink something with it.The only way to get rid of a taste like that was with alcohol.
"You might as well come in." I told him. "I have to make sure he puts the key back otherwise my Mother will blame it on me."
I swiped a bottle of sweet sake before locking the cabinet up, and sipped on it as I gave him a quick tour of the shrine.
InuYasha was very laid back and open to conversation with me. Yet as hard as I tried, he still refused to talk about Rukia. It's not that I was trying to pry...much. The only thing I really wanted to know was if she was still his girlfriend or not. But again, my questions went unanswered.
"So, when I got here your Grandfather said that you were at work." InuYasha said, as he took a seat on the bench under the sacred tree. "I take it thats not true."
I shook my head. "I didn't show up last night. Theres an excellent possibility I don't have a job anymore."
"You didn't call or go over there today?"
"InuYasha, look at me. I"m not exactly in a position to be out in public, talking to anybody."
"You should have at least called. Let them know your alright."
I shrugged. With each swig of sake, I was getting more and more relaxed. Though the reality that I didn't have a job anymore would hit me like a ton of bricks the next morning, right now I just didn't give a shit.
So I changed the subject. "Did you get your job back?"
"I got a job. Not exactly my job.But it'll work for now. I could ask if there are any other openings if you want."
This is when things went fuzzy. I remember nodding, probably saying something like, "That'd be great" or "Where is it?"
But I was about to pass out, so the fuck if I know what I said. InuYasha immediatly took the bottle out of my hands and set it down. "You alright?"
Sure. I'd been up now for how long? Hadn't eaten anything, and had now consumed a heavy barbituate and half a bottle of sweet sake. I mean why shouldn't I have been alright?
And thats exactly what I would have said if I hadn't of about fallen asleep right there on the bench.
"Ok." InuYasha laughed, bending down in front of me. "Get on."
"Huh?"
"Like a piggy back ride."
Half asleep, I climbed on and rested my head against his back. I was out cold before he even reached the screen doors. I have a vauge memory of InuYasha covering me with my blanket, and another of Sango trying to wake me several hours later, but to no avail.
I'd finally been granted the sweet release of sleep.


Kagome sat back and rubbed her eyes. "Sleep." she groaned.
This little story sh'd been working on was seriously beginning to suck up her time.She looked over at the clock and waited, it was four nineteen in the morning. She might as well wait one more minute to smoke, right?
She really did need to go to sleep. Rin had made her promise to show her a new dance routine tomorrow, and Rin wasn't one to forget something like that.
Kagome sighed and lit the end of her blunt. All these memories were getting to her, but for whatever the reason, Kagome felt like she had to get them out.
Crystal meth wasn't particularly something she wanted to think about, but it was necessary. That drug changed her life,and truth be told if given the chance, she probably wouldn't do things any differently.
Exahaling smoke towards her wall of framed photos, Kagome's eyes fell on to one that was taken during the very summer she was writing about.
"Well, maybe I'd change one thing." She admitted to herself.
With a fresh burst of energy, she turned back to her laptop and continued typing away.


".....and I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd, cause these words are my diary screaming aloud, and I know that you'll use them however you want to."