InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Potsmokers: A Love Story ❯ The New Girl ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer- I don't own anything that does not belong to me. So I'm safe no matter what. I can't be sued for this. Neener neener.

 

READ THIS: Yes, this is my story. It was deleted for some odd reason, because it was rated X. At that point in time, there wasn't anything but pot going on in the story. So I apologize for those of you who missed the story when it was deleted, and thank you to those of you that came and found me on fanfiction dot net. Lol. Here's the story, once again, with updates of course!

 

Author's Note- This is the first authentic fanfiction I've written in over two years. My skills have gotten a lot better, and I hope you enjoy. This isn't shitty kindergarten writing, and if you're offended with sex, drugs and rock and roll, go away from my fucking story. Because I'm WARNING you right now, I rated this M because there's going to be a lot of sex, a lot of drugs, and…well, not really rock and roll at all…but sex and drugs. Yes. Enjoy.

 

PS. INUYASHA IS HUMAN IN THIS STORY.

----------------------------------------------------------------- ---------

Chapter One

The New Girl

 

 

 

Tap, tap, tap.

 

“Alexander the great, students, was a conqueror. He was known for the spread of, anyone? Does anyone know? Alexander the great was known for the spread of something that has nothing to do with humans. Alexander the Great was responsible for the spread of humanism.”

 

Tap, tap, tap.

 

“Mr. Takahashi, could you please stop with the tapping of your illegal mechanical pencil?”

 

Inuyasha sighed and set down his #2 mechanical pencil, flashing dull, lopsided eyes towards the many students that were now staring in his direction. “Excuse me, Mr. Hollingsworth, but this pencil was sold to me for 99 cents. Do I look eighteen? That lady at Office R Us would feel thoroughly insulted if you accused her of selling illegal substances to a minor. Yep, this pencil is all-American legal.” he tipped it behind his ear and leaned back with a smirk.

 

A few girls giggled at his snide and completely disrespectful sarcasm. Inuyasha was well aware that Mr. Baldwin, along with all of the other mundane teachers at Kindlewood High, used the term “illegal” to describe items and forms of dress that were prohibited in the classroom. Some of these things are literally illegal, such as pot and firearms, but most students were smart enough to refrain from taking those things into their classes.

 

“Mr. Takahashi, are you looking for a detention? Because I know that our In School Suspension teacher, Mr. Pierce, would love some more company. It would be refreshing. I mean, it's not like he didn't see you, what, last week?” more giggles.

 

“With all due respect, sir… Your attempt at reverse psychology using sarcasm in the same manner as I did just a moment ago has left no burning, stinging effect on me as you probably expected it to. In case you aren't aware, I'm acing every single class. And if you feel the need to put me in detention, be my guest. It gives me more time to finish extra credit and perform mid-hour rap battles with those troublesome African American students.”

 

“To the office, Takahashi.” Mr. Hollingsworth pointed towards the heavy door in the right-hand corner of the room. Inuyasha sighed and made his way to the front of the classroom while his classmates slapped him lo-fives under their tables and behind his back.

 

He grabbed and turned the doorknob, pushing the heavy door open. It came to a forced halt, quickly followed by a high-pitched yelp.

 

“Shit, I'm sorry…” Inuyasha pulled the door back, than pushed it open. There was a girl sprawled out on her hind end before him, and behind her was their 10th-grade level counselor, Mrs. Beck. “Excuse me, Mr. Takahashi, but you owe this girl an apology!” she exclaimed. The girl was beginning to help herself up. Inuyasha took her hand and helped her the rest of the way. “I'm sorry. I didn't see you-”

 

“It's cool.” she crept past him and through the classroom door. Mrs. Beck sighed without continuing to follow. “Inuyasha, that girl is a new student. Her name is Kagome Higurashi. She just moved here from Montana, so please try to be nice to her. I know how you are with…women.” Inuyasha forcefully threw open hands up to his shoulders and lowered his head with a pained expression. “I know, I know. But please just…be nice to her. She has a hard home life and she needs friends.”

 

He sighed and looked through the thin window on the door the classroom. He watched as Mr. Hollingsworth introduced Kagome to the class for a brief few seconds. He caught Inuyasha's eye and stopped mid-sentence, hurrying towards the door, obviously saying something, but he wasn't heard- due to the fact that the door was basically sound proof.

 

Mrs. Beck gave him a pat on the shoulder, then turned on her heel and proceeded to her office, hands strung behind her waist.

 

Inuyasha exhaled and began to walk in the opposite direction towards the main office. Behind him he heard a door swing open and an angry Mr. Hollingsworth.

 

“- AND IF YOU COME BACK TO THIS CLASSROOM TO LOOK THROUGH THE DOOR AGAIN I SWEAR ON MY LIFE I WILL END YOU--”

 

Inuyasha snickered. “Sorry, Hollingsworth. Gotta go to the office.”

 

- - - - -

 

For the next two hours of school, all Inuyasha could think about was this new girl, Kagome. He thought about her hair, her shy expression, her outfit…She'd dressed just like him, in big, black Tripp pants. He didn't see her shirt, just the pants. She had long black hair and innocent eyes. He'd never seen a girl dress like him before in the school (they lived in high-class suburbia), besides his good friend, Sango. (AN: I smell a plot forming here!)

 

Sango was his same age, and lived directly across the street from him. She was a very sweet girl, a huge stoner, and willing to try every drug that was once sold legally in clubs. He wouldn't consider her his BEST friend, but they hung out sometimes. Smoked. They never hooked up or anything. Inuyasha wasn't anything like that.

 

While searching through his old, faded grey backpack, Inuyasha came across an old journal of his where he used to write and draw the most random shit. There was a picture of his little brother Shippo pasted on the first page, something not he had done, but Shippo himself, just to be a jackass. “God dammit, Shippo…” he muttered under his breath.

 

He flipped through, smirking at his ridiculous drawings and poetry. It wasn't until he got to the center of the journal when his amusement turned to heartache.

 

Right there, in the midst of reminiscing, he came across an old photo of his ex girlfriend, Kikyo Sapporo.

 

Kikyo was three months younger than Inuyasha, and a huge bitch. She'd used him, and he knew it. They'd dated for almost an entire year when he found her in her on the living room couch, getting oral sex from a guy Inuyasha had been gym partners with. He was not only very ugly, but he was also a junior at the time while Kikyo was only a freshman.

 

Mid-moan, she'd opened one eye and cried out like the devil was at her throat. The guy chuckled, sitting up and saying, “Damn, you've never done that one before.” He then turned his head in the direction she was eyeing and jumped ten feet in the air as he met eyes with a hurt Inuyasha. “It's not what it looks like, man! Come on, man!”

 

Inuyasha was in his car before Kikyo had even had time to pull her panties up. He was halfway down the street by the time she came running out the front door, crying and flailing her arms for dear life. “INUYASHA! Please!”

 

“Excuse me, Mr. Takahashi, but this isn't dream class. You don't do your work; you get out of school suspension three days.”

 

Inuyasha jumped up with a start. Mr. Pierce tapped his foot while crossing his arms, eyes stern and squinted.

 

“I'm sorry, sir…just…thinking.” he closed the notebook and set it aside, pulling an old worksheet out of the crevices of his notebooks.

 

“Well, if you wanna think, maybe you should think about whether or not you're going to graduate before you turn thirty. Because I've never seen somebody end up in here as many times as you have and ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!”

 

Inuyasha lazily waved his hand in a circle above his head while writing meaningless doodles all over the expired worksheet to signify that he was “listening”.

 

“Well, you do what you wanna do now, but don't come crying on my doorstep when you've got ten kids, no job and you're still a sophomore at Kindlewood High!”

 

“Yessir.”

 

--------

 

--------

 

Kagome rubbed her eye with the joint of her index finger. It was 7:30 and she'd just gotten home from the park, the place where she'd decided to sit for hours after school ended. Heaving a great, depressed sigh, she stepped through the front door to the smell of burnt non-stick pans and Lysol trying to cover it all up. “I knew it…” she mumbled, well aware that the smell would follow them to their new house. “Mommm! I'm home!”

 

While making her way to the kitchen, she heard light sobbing and the dishwasher running. Her heart ached a little as she stepped into the kitchen. Her mom was sitting at the table, face him her hands, her hair as messy as ever.

 

“Mom, what happened…?” she knelt down on the floor beside her and wrapped her arm around her shoulder. “Mom, what is it?” she felt tears burning behind her eyes, but fought against them.

 

“Baby…They aren't sending that damn cable. They reviewed our bills and said we weren't qualified customers or some shit…” Kagome hugged her tightly, no longer able to hold her tears. They came slowly and steadily. “Mom, don't even worry about that…! We can live without TV, right? I'll play with Rin in the back yard-”

 

“Who are you kidding, Kagome? We didn't get a back yard with this shithole… we got a slab of concrete and some dirt from a landfill. Rin would get herself hurt. Did you at least see Sango today?” she sat up a little, sniffing and wiping her puffy eyes with her sleeve. Kagome shook her head. “No...I had to take a tour of the school first. I only got to see my last two classes. I missed lunch and everything…”

 

“Jesus, honey, I'm sorry I woke up so late. I know how much you wanna see her. It's been what, five years? And this place has changed so much. Shit, you know there wasn't even a neighborhood here? Nope…there must have been like three miles of forest. But they had to go and tear it down…lovely, right?”

 

“I'm gonna walk to Sango's old house…see if she still lives there. Is that okay?” Kagome kissed her mother on the cheek. She tilted her head. “Doesn't she live like five miles that way?” she asked, pointing in the direction Kagome would walk to get to the school. “Up by your school? Because I remember how you girls loved going up and sitting by the school.”

 

`Anything to get out of the house,' Kagome thought with a sigh. “I just need to get some stuff off my head. A walk really wouldn't kill me.”

 

“Yeah, but those pants might. Look at all of that bondage, those chains for Christ's sake- if a rapist wants to fuck a pretty girl tonight, he won't have much trouble losing hold of her!”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes, grabbing a mint out of the bowl on the table. “I'll bring a knife.”

 

“A knife won't do you no good if he gets ya from behind, baby.” her mother dug through her purse and pulled out some Mace. “Here you go.”

 

Kagome took it and stuck it in her pocket, raising an eyebrow. “I'll be back. Oh, and if she still lives there, I'll call you from her phone.”

 

------

 

It was dark by the time Kagome made it to the old house on Edna and West Woodbine. The house was the same as it had ever been, no changes done. Their house had always been better than hers. It had an upstairs, three rooms and two bathrooms. They also had a fenced-in back yard and a decent front. She'd always envied Sango for having more family worth.

 

She was starting to get extremely cold. She'd only been wearing a black spaghetti strapped top and her big black pants, and it was early November. She didn't think it'd be this cold, however, it was 10 PM.

 

Taking a deep breath, she stepped onto the front porch and knocked three times on the big wooden door. Knock, knock, knock. She wasn't too scared. The living room light was on and she could see the flashing from a TV. `The TV is in the same spot. That's a good sign.' she thought, sighing in relief. Seconds after this thought, a loud barking resounded throughout the house. Kagome clenched a nervous fist, knowing for a fact that Sango never owned a dog. She had allergies.

 

Right as she was turned around to flee, the door opened. “Shit, Beerfest, you're gonna wake the whole fucking house!” a guy's voice whispered harshly. Kagome turned around to the door and gasped. The guy that had opened the door in her face at school that day was bending down and holding back a black lab. Her eyes widened when he looked up at her and blinked. The dog got free and jumped all over Kagome, licking and sniffing and sneezing like dogs do.

 

“Beerfest! Sit!” the dog sat and wagged his tail. Kagome couldn't help but laugh a little. “Beerfest?” she muttered. He smirked. “Yeah…he knocked over my mom's beer when he was a puppy and licked everything he spilled. Anyway, man, I'm sorry about what happened in Geography today. If you came to kick my ass, its wide open and ready. I'm Inuyasha, by the way.”

 

Kagome went red. “…Kagome, here. I was…err…My friend used to live here, and I haven't seen her since I lived here five years ago. We kind of moved when my parents divorced. And its okay, I mean, about you hitting me with the door.”

 

“You're friends with Sango, aren't you?” he crossed his arms and leaned against the door. Kagome got hopeful. “You know Sango?” she asked, smiling. Inuyasha pointed across the street. “She lives right there. Had to move because the kitchen caved in. Termite problem. They couldn't afford to fix it, since they'd just bought a new family car. This all went down about four years ago. We moved in here right after it happened. That's how I know.”

 

“Jesus.”

 

“I know it.”

 

“So they could afford a new house, but not a new kitchen?”

 

“It adds up.”

 

“Well, I guess I'll go see her then-”

 

“Oh, no, no, no, don't bother. She's gone for the week in Florida. Wanna just chill here for a little while or something? Its fucking freezing and you're practically naked for November in St. Louis.” he opened the front door and backed up so there was room for her to go inside. She gulped. “Erm, but-”

 

“But what? It's all good, my mom won't give a shit. Come on in. We can talk and all.” He smiled. She smiled back, nervously. Finally, she relented and stepped inside. It was so strange being inside of the house. It had been years since she'd seen the inside, and they changed the wallpaper. She didn't say anything, but she liked the corny old flowers more then the new pale brown vines.

 

“So, how long have you known Sango?” Inuyasha asked, leading her to the part of the house where Sango's room used to be. Kagome shrugged. “I'd say…seven.. We were introduced in preschool when I was four. I lived here for a really long time, around eleven years. Where are you from?”

 

“I'm from Japan. Moved to Missouri when I was five, about 30 miles west of here in Pacific. We moved to Kindlewood four years ago.”

 

Kagome sort of lost him between “I'm” and “Moved”, because she was focusing on the fact that he was probably the most gorgeous guy she'd ever seen. He was wearing black Tripp pants just like hers, except they had white skull designs on the huge ass pockets, and he was wearing a black Metallica shirt with it. His hair was long and black, flowing down his back, and his skin was lightly and naturally tanned with a hint of Asian gray. Just like hers. She felt herself salivating and wiped her mouth with her index finger.

“Inuyasha, I need to be getting home…It's Thursday night and I need to get to school on time tomorrow.” she scratched her head subconsciously and looked down nervously. Inuyasha laughed. “Wow, you're bright.” he joked, still laughing. Kagome blinked. “What…?”

 

“Tomorrow's school maintenance. We have the day off. Well, I guess you wouldn't know, since you're new. Sorry…the whole school's been talking about it, since we never get days off anymore.” he opened his bedroom door. Reality hit Kagome like a ton of bricks. “I have to call my mom!” she exclaimed. Inuyasha stepped into the darkness of his room and emerged with a phone in hand. “Here ya go.”

 

She dialed her mother's cell number and waited for the dial tone.

 

“Hello, mom?...Yeah, I found her. She lives in the house across the street now…Yeah, I know!...I'm sorry, I got caught up…No, she was out on the street walking her dog and I recognized her…Yeah, her parents are cool with it…Okay…I love you too…Yeah, I'm sorry, I'll call you the second I get here from now on…Okay, byebye.” she hung up and handed him the phone.

 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tell her I was spending the night. I'm so sorry.” she covered her mouth and felt tears building up behind her eyes.

 

---

---

---

 

Inuyasha stared hard at her, confused. What was her deal? His mom didn't care at all if a girl spent the night. Hell, she used to let Ki-…She didn't care.

 

“Kagome, why are you crying? It's O-K. You can stay here. Hell, you could go sleep in front of my mom's bedroom door and she wouldn't care in the morning. Okay? Its cool.”

 

She sniffed and wiped her eyes. “I'm sorry.” she said to him. He smirked and turned on his bedroom light. “Don't even worry about it. I understand. Sango's slept out on the balcony before, and- wait, do you smoke?”

 

Kagome blinked. He could tell she was uneasy. “No…I've never smoked. I promised myself to never touch a cigarette.” she stated quietly. Inuyasha grinned, opening up a drawer in his nightstand and pulling out a finger-sized blue pipe with little designs on it. “I'm not talking about cigarettes.”

 

He knew right then he shouldn't have mentioned it, because Kagome turned red and looked down, weaving her fingers together and apart. Inuyasha set the pipe down and walked up to her. “Hey, it's cool if you don't. I just wanted to know, since I have a lot, and never mind sharing. And if you aren't cool with it, then I won't do it at all.”

 

He watched her look at the nightstand where he pulled the pipe out. “I've never done any drug…Even if I'd wanted to, I could never afford it. We're really broke at my house.”

 

Inuyasha smiled. “Well, if you're ever willing to try it, you can get it from me for free. No doubt about it. Again, it's cool if you don't.”

 

“Maybe some other time, but I don't care if you do it. Does Sango?” she asked. Inuyasha held back a laugh. “Does Sango. Sango smokes like a fuckin' chimney, my friend. She smokes more than me!”

 

“Oh…” Kagome looked up at him. “That's fine with me, I guess.” she mumbled. Inuyasha grabbed his pipe and dime bag. “Porch?” he asked. She shrugged. “Sure.”

 

 

----

---

----

 

It was so weird for Kagome to see something so illegal right in front of her eyes. She'd never been exposed to drugs, and this seemed like the most unusual house for somebody to have them in. And since when did Sango smoke?! It was all so weird to her. However, she wasn't against any of it. Hell, had she had money, she'd probably have already experimented. Tonight just didn't seem like the right time. Not that Inuyasha struck her as the kind of guy to take advantage of her, but you never know.

 

“Is it expensive..?” she asked shyly, watching intently as he packed the pipe. He glanced over at her with a smile that made her melt inside. Yep, she was pretty sure some sort of crush was forming, here.

 

“It isn't expensive if you know where to go. And this is Kindlewood, AKA Kindleweed. It's all over the place. This,” he held up his little baggy. “-is a dime bag. That means its ten bucks. a little less is a nickel bag, which means its five bucks. You can get a dub, an ounce, bla, bla, bla, but when it all comes down to it, its just weed. And it doesn't cost that much. You're really thin…It would probably take a pinch of this to get you high. So add that up to as much as you bought in a dime bag, and you've got a lot of weed. Bingo.”

 

Kagome was blushing furiously. Just that day at noon, this guy was smacking her in the face with a heavy wooden door. Now, hours later, here she was on his back patio, learning the street smarts of weed. She giggled to herself.

 

“What's so funny, Kags?”

 

“'Kags'?”

 

“Yeah…I'm gonna call you Kags from now on. What's so funny?”

 

“…Nothing, really. Just thinking.” she smiled. He smiled back and put the weed in his pocket, pulling out a white Bic lighter in the same task. Kagome watched intently, fascinated as he held the pipe to his lips in one hand and, with the other hand, lit the lighter on the opposite end and inhaled slowly and deeply. She tilted her head. he brought his pipe and lighter down onto his lap. She couldn't help but notice he hadn't blown the smoke out. She was used to seeing her mom puff at a cigarette and blow the smoke out almost the second she took it out of her mouth.

 

“Why do you hold it in…?” she asked. He blew out the thick smoke, slowly turning his head in her direction. “Why?...Pot's full of THC, and it has to get embedded into your body for you to get high. The longer you hold it in, the faster you get high.” he coughed a little and took another hit. She breathed in his smoke a few seconds later, trying to get a preview of what it would be like. She had some feeling that, somehow, she'd get curious, and…eventually try to do it with him.

 

“You sure you don't wanna try it? No pressure or anything.” he offered her the pipe. She almost took it, but decided against it at the last second. “When Sango comes home, I will.”

 

“You don't have to. Seriously.”

 

“I want to though. Just not tonight.” she smiled.

 

He took a few more hits over the next ten minutes. Then they went inside. When they got to his room, he collapsed onto his bed and sighed deeply. Kagome sat right in the doorway, embarrassed to go anywhere near him. He glanced over. “Hey, you can come sit over here. I've got a huge bed. I'll lay against the wall, if you want. I swear to god I won't pull anything.”

 

Kagome got up and placed an inch of her ass on his bed, still fucking embarrassed. Inuyasha sighed again and rolled onto his side facing her. She looked down into his bloodshot eyes. “Are you…high?” she asked nervously, still fascinated. He smirked. “Out of this world.”

 

Kagome swallowed hard and got a little more comfortable. “Lets ask each other about…each other.”

 

Inuyasha laughed. “Okay, I'll go first. How long have you been shopping at Hot Topic?” he joked. Kagome smiled. “Third grade. Sango brought me there and I freaked out.”

 

Inuyasha nodded. “Cool, cool. Your turn.”

 

“Okay…what's your girlfriend's name, and how long have you been seeing her?” she was so desperate to know if he was single…because she was REALLY starting to like him.

 

Inuyasha started cracking up. “I've been single for like…ten months now. But I know what you're trying to do, so I'll play your game. Do you have a boyfriend?” he sat up and gave her this look that made her so woozy she almost laid down with him. “No…I've actually never even kissed a guy.”

 

`Shit. Shit, shit, shit, Kagome.' she bit her lip in self-punishment. Inuyasha leaned closer to her. “Really?”

 

She shoved him a little hard and sat on the floor. “Inuyasha, we just met, and you're stoned, and, and, and-”

 

“Kagome, calm down. I wasn't going to try anything. I was just wondering if you were serious, because you're way too cute to have never been kissed.”

 

She didn't know if it was him, or the weed talking. “Well, I was going to kiss my mom on the cheek once but she turned her head at the wrong time and I accidentally kissed her. Other than that, no…never.”

 

Suddenly, there were footsteps creaking upstairs, then the sound of somebody walking downstairs. Kagome almost panicked. “What do I do?!” she whispered, scared out of her mind. Inuyasha shook his head, grinning. “Kags, my mom doesn't give a shit.”

 

“Inuyasha, you awake?” a woman's voice yelled. Inuyasha called back, “Yo?”

 

His mom walked to the doorway and made eye contact with Kagome. “Oh, hello.” she looked at Inuyasha. “Look, honey, your dad just called. He's coming to town tomorrow to bring you your birthday present.”

 

“Two months later.” Inuyasha mumbled, rolling his eyes and turning onto his back.

 

“Aw, baby, they weren't able to ship it until today. You know he didn't forget your birthday this year. Anyway, he's coming down from South Bend and he'll be here at the crack of dawn. I'll wake you up if you actually go to sleep tonight.” she winked. Kagome blushed. “Night.”

 

“Night, mom.”

 

“Goodnight.” Kagome threw in.

 

Inuyasha rolled back towards Kagome. “Obviously, she thinks we're fucking or something.” he stated humorously. Kagome smiled shyly and continued to look at her feet. “I'm really tired…Do you care if I sleep in here? I can just use a shirt as a blanket or something.”

 

“Kags, come on. You can sleep on the bed, its gigantic. We'll be like two feet away from each other.” he said in a very stoned-sounding voice. She swallowed hard. “Okay…that's fine. Just don't try anything.”

 

“You have my word.” he smiled and patted the bed beside him. “You can sleep here whenever you want.”

 

Kagome crawled into bed and snuggled into the comfy blanket. She felt so relieved. “Thanks, Inuyasha.”

 

“Sure thing. Night.”

 

----

 

----

 

----

 

 

Note from author- Wow, long first chapter. I completely hit a writer's block with my last story, so I'm just going to drop it and delete it. This one's actually going somewhere. I'd love to hear what you think about it, so feel free to review and tell me what you think.

 

Questions Answered.

 

Yes, I get high on occasion. I know the pot question is going to come up, so I'm telling you right now, yes, I smoke weed sometimes.

 

I do not like, nor do I support Inuyasha and Kikyo. Not in the show, and not in goddamn story.

 

Yes, I wear Tripps and band tees. I love my fucking Tripp pants.

 

Obviously, I have a myspace. My URL is I_could_kick_Your_ass, so add me if you have a myspace. Thanks.

 

I don't watch Inuyasha very much…at all, anymore. Not in the past two years.

 

That's all really.

 

My internet is down right now, meaning you fools won't have to wait for chapter two. By the time I post this, I'll probably already have the next chapter completed.

 

--Katie Blue