Sex and Drugs

Author’s Notes: I am on my new laptop and I am having so much fun! So, if there are many typos then I apologize, I have to get used to my keyboard. Yay! Now, I’m going to answer some general questions about the plot, lemons, et cetera.
I hate to say it, but the story is becoming more and more angsty now that I’m really getting into the plot. You will all be learning a lot more about Kagome and Inuyasha’s history (their individual life history). I also hate to say it, but as most of you have noticed the jokes (perverted and non) have been appearing less and less with each new chapter. Rest assured that this is all part of the plot.

In the beginning, Inuyasha was just a horny hanyou who didn’t give a damn. Now that this new girl is around he’s entering her life of depression, drugs, and of course, sex. As he gets to know her better and better he realizes how much he cares for her (blah blah blah) and wants to help her in any way possible. At this point of the story (this chapter, I mean) he is just beginning to realize how much he does care for her. So there is still a ways left before I get to any real romance or lemon between them, and I’m predicting 10-15 more chapters before the story ends. If you are all dying to read a lemon then I can add one of Sango and Miroku, but you all have to let me know whether or not you want one in now or just wait for Kagome and Inuyasha.

Disclaimer: Do you think it’s possible for me to give Rumiko Takahashi amnesia? I mean, if she cannot remember she created Inu Yasha then who’s to say I didn’t?

Sex and Drugs
Chapter 7: The Hanyou Protection Act

The phone on the opposite end began to ring. One time… two times…. She would wait for the fourth ring and then hang up. She would dial again, just so he knew that it was her and not someone else. This line was a closed line, a private line for two people only. It was a line she would use for no more than five minutes before hanging up, just in case someone was listening in and trying to locate them.

The sky was a dull grey that day, the promise for rain showers was imminent. The sheer draperies blew in accordance with the wind, the cool breeze brushing against Kikyo’s calf. She took no notice of this, however, and when yelling echoed from downstairs and into her room all she did was close her door. She had more pressing matters to attend to.

Kikyo waited patiently for him to pick up the cellular phone. In a few moments time she would receive new orders since the situation was worse than he had originally suspected, and, truth be told, she was a little wary at she was about to do. There was no doubt in her mind which was the right path, but if she were to suspect…? Not likely, she has the brains of a hippo.

“Password.” It was a word spoken without emotion, it was rough and abrupt. It took Kikyo by surprise.

“Is a password truly necessary, father?” She asked exasperated. She studied her painted acrylic nails and noticed a chip in the paint on her pinky. I have to call Ilene to get that fixed later on.

“Password.” The rough voice spoke again, this time with a bit more emphasis. Kikyo sighed and gave up, it was no use challenging his authority, especially since there was only four minutes left in which they could openly talk.

“Burrito. Now, I have some new information for you that could potentially put a damper on our plan.” Kikyo paused for a moment to allow a singing Miroku (who was terribly off key) to pass the room and head downstairs. Once the cost was clear she swallowed then continued. “She obviously suspects something or another and apparently our sisterly bond,” She spoke with sarcasm dripping from every word, “apparently means nothing to her.”

“That’s nothing new. Continue.” He demanded. His commanding voice sent shivers down Kikyo’s spine. The truth was she never truly cared for her father. He was cold and insensitive all the time and there was a certain maliciousness about him that Kikyo particularly disliked. But he was still her father, and she did as she was told.

“And she seems to have acquired a few… bodyguards, so to speak.” She waited for this to sink in. He made an odd noise but said nothing. “One of these…bodyguards…happens to be a hanyou. And despite being a filthy halfbreed he seems quite capable of ripping a few heads off.” She smiled despite herself. “And Kagome seems most reluctant to come back home, or even leave the hanyou’s sight. And he, in return, also seems quite reluctant to let her leave his sight. They seem quite fond of each other.”

Somewhere in the room a fly buzzed noisily. Kikyo grimaced, as she always did, when she spotted the little bug landing on her designer clothing. Filthy little fly. Probably relieving itself on my favorite dress as I speak. Her attention was brought back to the matter at hand when her father cleared his throat agitatedly.

“Terribly sorry, father dearest.” She apologized quickly. “Will you please repeat what you said?”

“Need I remind you that we have less than a minute?” Kikyo said nothing in response, another silent apology, “She must leave willingly. I do not care how you get her to want to leave, but you must do so immediately! Set the two against each other! And the others? Make them despise her! I reiterate: I do not care how you get her to want to leave, but do so immediately!” He roared.

Kikyo pulled the receiver away from her ear, a click then a dial tone was heard on the other line. She gulped nervously then sighed in defeat. The chipped red paint on her pinky nail stuck out like a sore thumb against her khaki pants. I really must call Ilene to fix that, she thought forgetting all woes and worries that had invaded her mind a few minutes prior.

…………………………………………………………………

Inuyasha and Kagome were arguing again, something that Miroku had grown accustomed to. And thankfully they despised each other the moment they met. Oh, what a disaster it would have been if Kagome was any ordinary girl. Miroku was able to imagine it perfectly.

If Kagome was an ordinary girl she would have fallen at Inuyasha’s feet, begging for his affections. He would readily give them to her, of course, promising nothing more than the pleasure and pains that accompanied all relationships. He would show her the time of her life, shower her with flowers, chocolates, promises that he intended to break. And, being just as perverted and lecherous as he was himself, he would bed her all night long, and in the morning he would leave her without saying a word.

Miroku sighed, in a way he admired Inuyasha’s ability to charm women and then get them into bed with him. It was an amazing talent that he had always been jealous of. So once again he found himself very thankful that Kagome was not an ordinary girl. She would never have fallen for him.

Miroku heard Sango sigh next to him and they continued to watch the two in front of them argue like siblings.

For some odd reason, Miroku began to wonder, Inuyasha and Kagome are being much cooler to each other than usual. I wonder why?

“Ne, Miroku,” Sango nudged him with her elbow. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, currents of electricity flowed throughout his body. He only just then realized how beautiful the sky was that day, a most aesthetically pleasing shade of grey. “Aren’t they being a little…er…meaner than usual?” Miroku nodded in agreement then continued to watch Inuyasha make wise-ass remarks about Kagome.

Kagome puffed up as usual and continued to retort with the ease of an experienced arguer. But then….

“You’re nothing but a fucking whore who manipulates every fucking guy she comes across!” Inuyasha spat out venomously. It came out a lot more hurtful than he had intended.

“Oh, so now I’m a whore? Five minutes ago I was a prude, and now I’m a whore! A freaking manipulative whore! How the hell do I manage that!?” Kagome screamed out, thoroughly enraged and hurt.

“Last night! Last night you showed your fucking true colors!”

“Last night was a mistake, baka!” She screamed out. The pair of chopsticks Miroku was holding snapped into four pieces, his eyes bulged out of their sockets, “I should never have let my guard down in front of such an egotistical, arrogant, pretentious, pompous, conceited BASTARD!”

“You came on to me, like the little devious slut you are, flaunting your body in that skin tight white shirt of yours-” He continued as if Kagome had said nothing. In the background Miroku’s face contorted in rage, his fists shaking madly… clenching and unclenching, twisting and grasping as if Inuyasha’s neck was slowly being squeezed.

“You lying, cheating jerk-off!” Kagome stomped her foot on the wood floor so hard the glass on the table next to them shook. “If you didn’t notice I was the one who told you to stop!” Miroku made an odd squeaking noise. “But no! You’re too busy jacking off to realize that it was YOU who felt ME up, not the other way around!” Miroku shot up out of his seat getting ready to pummel Inuyasha. “So if that makes ME the slut then I’m guilty as charged!”

Inuyasha’s brain seemed to be on overload. He opened his mouth to yell back at her, closed it without saying anything, then opened it again, and closed it once more. He growled viciously and stomped out of the dining area raging and mumbling to himself, very well aware that the rest of them could hear. A few seconds later he heard Kagome pounding up the stairs.

Once alone his ears drooped immediately. He hadn’t meant for it to go that far, and he definitely didn’t mean most of the things he had said. He was just so angry, and after last night he didn’t know how to act around her!

Inuyasha groaned in despair as he trudged further into the forest. He was only just learning to live with the lust she incited every time she was near, and he was just beginning to understand these new feelings. Every one of them scared him like nothing else. It was all too complex. Too emotional. Too… close. He needed out.

And now angel has gone and confused me all over again. I hate women. There needs to be a book about women’s minds, just so guys like me can understand them.

Inuyasha groaned again and continued down the path. It was darker than usual, no light escaped the canopy of trees. And, for some strange reason, it was a bit quieter. There weren’t too many birds singing, and even the chipmunks and squirrels were no longer ferreting around, hiding their nuts in the ground.

Inuyasha walked for what seemed like forever, thinking about nothing, feeling nothing but anger, fear… every dark feeling he possessed was beginning to resurface.

There was just way too many emotions involved when it came to Kagome. One minute he was angry, the next minute he was horny, the next minute he was happy, the next minute he was sad.

“DAMN YOU, ANGEL!” Inuyasha roared suddenly, a flock of birds overhead flew away in fright. Tiny droplets of blood dripped down his wrist from where his claws dug into his palm. He growled and sought relief from the overwhelming anger and guilt. He punched the nearest tree over and over again until it groaned, cracked, and finally gave way, falling to the ground and hitting it with a sickening crunch.

Inuyasha plopped down on the ground next to the broken tree, placed his face in his blood stained hands and tried to relax.

To put it blunt, it wasn’t working.

He let out another feral yell that seemed to shake the entire forest. A nearby chipmunk scurried away in fright.

“What the hell is wrong with me?!” He cried out in despair.

“Would you like the abridged version?” Someone to the right of him said softly. Inuyasha whipped his head around and glared at Kikyo in distaste. Her grin spread from ear to ear.

“Leave me alone, bitch. Go back to hell.” The snarl escaped his mouth before he even thought it.

“My, my, my, aren’t we testy and a bit rude? My sorry excuse of a sister never did have good taste in guys. Though, I do admit you are quite the looker.”

“Spare me. I’m feeling nauseous.” He replied while pretending to gag.

Kikyo sighed and rolled her eyes. “I don’t have to sit here and listen to your insults. I was merely the messenger after all.” She turned around and began to walk away.

“Messenger? Who would be stupid enough to send you as a messenger? You can’t even stand right! Those pumps are not for hiking, sweetie.”

“Kagome was desperate, darling.” She replied sarcastically, turning only half way around just to let him see her smirk. “Actually, she didn’t send me. I sort of… overheard.”

Inuyasha snorted. “Overheard my ass. If anything, you were eavesdropping.”

“Well pardon me, you filthy little hanyou.” Inuyasha growled menacingly. “Maybe I won’t tell you what your girlfriend said about you. I just thought you should know.”

“Sh-She’s not my girlfriend!” He said defensively, a little red in the face. She’s just a piece of fine ass I wanna slam over and over again. I think. There was a pregnant pause.

Kikyo grinned once more. “Of course not.”

Inuyasha glared at Kikyo, wishing her ill while he plotted disembowelment. “What did she say about me?”

“Say please.”

“Please.” He snarled through clenched teeth. This bitch is really getting on my nerves.

“Well, I couldn’t be sure of what she said exactly. But I understood the gist of it. She despises you, you half-blood ingrate. She called you a liar, a cheat, she called you the worthless scum on the bottom of her shoe.”

“You lie!” He said automatically, his eyes narrowing into tiny slits. Yet, there was this feeling, a feeling that wouldn’t go away, that she might have been telling the truth. After all, he did break the promise he made to himself. He touched her, kissed her, and broke her trust by throwing it in her face. He called her a slut, a prostitute, and a whore.

“Believe what you will, Inu.”

“Don’t call me that.” He said fiercely. She smiled triumphantly.

“I’ll leave you to ponder what I said. But before I go, I have one last thing to say to you.” There was a pregnant pause. “She’s right. You are worthless. All hanyou and the filth that created them are worthless. You were born alone, you will die alone. You were cursed to live this life alone. You are the hair that clogs drains, the lice that infest and feed off of others, a parasite. A worthless, annoying, interfering, piece of filth not worth noticing. If it weren’t for the Hanyou Protection Act you’d all be dead. You should be hunted and shot, exterminated, along with all the others.”

With that said, she walked away leaving an even more depressed hanyou in her wake. He stared after her, contemplating what she said. It’s true. He thought ruefully. He’s been told that all his life, even by the people he thought were decent. Everyone hated the little half-breed. Everyone.

He shouldn’t believe her. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but feel as if she were right.

Everyone around him seemed to be in some kind of pain because of him. He sought relief from his loneliness by taking in a multitude of scantily clad women and bedding them. But he never got involved with any of them.

He was never truly accepted by anyone other than Miroku, and now Sango. And he thought Kagome… Kami, he hoped Kagome would rescue him from his life of solitude along with Miroku and Sango. But he guessed wrong, he supposed.

Inuyasha started to wander around the forest aimlessly, just thinking. He didn’t know where he was walking. He didn’t know how he was going to get back, or if he should even go back. Are Miroku and Sango only pretending to like me for who I am? Or are they as shallow and callous as that bitch Kikyo?

The Hanyou Protection Act. That’s when most of my torment ended, and when another sort of torment began. It was as a result of my mother’s death that brought around that act. But she had to die like so many others before the government realized that something needed to be done.

It was a freezing December night, the wind was silent and the streets were bare. Seven year old Inuyasha grasped his mother’s hand tightly, frightened by the dark shadows that seemed to be around every corner.

He was determined to protect his mother at all costs from the big bad meanies that wanted to hurt her and her son. He looked up questioningly to his mother’s face and saw a lonely tear trickle down the curve of her cheek. He pouted and silently cursed the bad guys that made his mommy cry.

The cashier at the grocery store had called his mother a traitor and wished her and Inuyasha dead. Then everyone in the line snickered, some even yelled out obscenities as they left. But that was just an everyday occurrence. What really bothered poor tinny Inu’s mind was the way some wolf demon took his mommy’s purse and groceries so they had no way to get home and nothing to eat.

Inuyasha’s mother gave his small clawed hand a reassuring squeeze. “We’re almost home, honey. Don’t you worry, okay? Soon we’ll be home and safe.”

“What will we have for dinner, mommy? It’s so dark out and my tummy is going ‘grrrrrrumble’!” He asked quietly.

She choked back a sob and replied, “I’m sorry darling. There will be no dinner tonight. It was taken from us,” She paused and continued even more softly. “Like everything else.”

“What have we done wrong mommy? Are we bad? Why is everything taken away from us?”

“We have done nothing wrong, sweetie. Some people are just uncaring, and they don’t understand us. But someday, darling, someday that will change. You’ll see, someday our misery will be all gone!”

A voice snickered from a dark shadow to their right. “Right you are, love. Right you are.” Four more of his cronies appeared from the shadow. Some were human, others were youkai. The humans carried weapons like pipes, the youkai cracked their knuckles and flexed their powerful muscles threateningly.

They surrounded the mother and child, leaving no exit and no hope of escape. Inuyasha growled lightly, but the men all laughed at his high pitched feeble growl. Some even mocked him.

“Run, Inuyasha.” His mother whispered to him urgently. “Run and hide! Go to the police!”

The voice from earlier cackled. “There ain’t no where to run, love. There ain’t no where to hide, neither. We’s gonna do you both in good, ‘till nothin’ is left, see?”

“Please, angel! Please run! Try and escape! Angel, please!” She knelt down and shook his shoulders roughly, pleading and crying, terror glistening is every tear, in every scared breath she took in.

“I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna leave you! I can protect you!” Tinny Inuyasha cried out. The malicious voice laughed again.

“Don’t you worry none, half-breed. You won’t be leavin your momma. You both gonna die together. I’m not all that bad.” His cronies laughed at his joke while closing in, making barely a gap between them.

“You will never leave me, my darling Inuyasha! As long as you remember and love me there is no way you will ever leave me! And I will never leave you!” She shook him again. Finally, he nodded in agreement and a small smile of relief flashed across her face before she stood up and faced her attackers once more.

“You gots any last requests, bitch?”

“Please, let my son go unscathed. I beg of you!”

“Request denied.” He grinned.

Then it all happened in a blur of silver and red. Inuyasha, being much faster than even some of the youkai there, clawed at the nearest human and ran as fast as he could down the street, his mother’s voice echoing in his sensitive triangular ears, “I LOVE YOU! GOOD-BYE MY LITTLE ANGEL!”

He ran faster and faster and faster down the street trying to block out the continuing shouts and screams of pain, the loud clank of pipe on concrete or pipe on bone, the sinister laugh. Soon the youkai chasing him faded in the distance, his thundering footsteps only a traumatic memory.

It took little Inuyasha all night to find a policeman. And they forced him to wait until morning before searching for his mother. They found the battered body easily. It was hung up on display on the side of a brick building, a warning below the body. It was written in her own blood, “Vile half-breeds, you have been warned.”

The criminals were never captured, but thankfully someone took pity on Inuyasha and not too long after that the Hanyou Protection Act was set into place. It protected hanyou, and all those directly associated with hanyou, from all sorts of discrimination.

Inuyasha’s torment slowly died away over the years due to that act, but the knowledge that it took his own mother’s death to make people realize what was truly going on tormented him to no end. It still did.

Inuyasha coughed and woke from his reverie, only just realizing he was standing at the foot of the attic stairs in his temporary home looking up wistfully. He shook his head to clear it of his depressing thoughts and almost, almost, walked up the stairs and into Kagome’s new bedroom.

He smiled slightly remembering the way she pleaded with Sango to kick Kikyo out. But Kikyo was a paying guest and she needed the money. She allowed Kagome to clean out the attic-type-loft area and use that while Kikyo was staying.

The lights are out, though, he noticed. There weren’t any lights on up there and he wasn’t just about to barge in there and – and what? Apologize? Grovel? Beg forgiveness?

For what!? He snarled inwardly. He knew he was wrong to call her a slut and all that, but she should never have called him a worthless half-breed! Did she call me that? He wasn’t sure.

The way back to his bedroom seemed to take no time at all. He opened his door and stared inside for a moment, not really believing what he saw.

“Kagome?”

Said girl looked at the hanyou with puffy eyes as he entered his room and shut the door behind him. He tried to put his hand on her shoulder but she flinched and backed away nervously. His gaze dropped to the floor guiltily. She was doing so much better, too. She wasn’t flinching anymore when people touched her… and now look what I’ve done! She’s gone back to the way she was before.

“Gomen, Inuyasha.” She whispered quietly. “I shouldn’t have come into your room, but I was worried. You didn’t come back for lunch or dinner, something that never happens.” She, too, looked away.

“I know what you’re thinking Kagome.”

“Do you now?” She said angrily.

“Hai, and you’re wrong.” He replied, still not daring to look her in the eye. “You think it’s your fault. You think you did something wrong. You think you are the slut.” Guilty silence greeted his proclamation. “But you’re wrong. It isn’t your fault. You did nothing wrong. And you aren’t a slut.”

Inuyasha shuffled his feet on the floor, while ignoring the snap and crackle of the fire in the fireplace.

He continued speaking after a moment’s pause. “Maybe what happened – what we did – was an accident.” He raised his head and looked at her and waited for a reaction. She nodded her head, but said nothing. He couldn’t read the expression that crossed her features. Was it agreement? Was it sorrow? Was it disappointment? What was it?

“Arigatou, I needed to hear that, Inuyasha.” Inuyasha remained still as she walked pass him and through the doorway towards her room.

Though he felt as if he had apologized, indirectly anyway, he still felt confused. Had she said all that about me? Was Kikyo lying? That bitch is the type of person that would do that. But she’s also the type of person that would love to gloat and tell someone something like that. I don’t know what to think anymore. Kagome…. What do you really think of me?