InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Potsmokers: A Love Story ❯ Gettin' her fix ( Chapter 6 )

Hello readers! You guys at MM are so lucky, my readers at FF have been waiting for almost two months for me to update this story. But to you, it will seem instantaneous when I update the seventh chapter tonight. Hahaha, I hope you're looking forward to it. Dear god, the next chapter is the reason this fic needs to be rated X.

 

PLEASE REVIEW MY STORY. I hardly ever get reviews, yet last time I had this story posted, it had been viewed almost two THOUSAND times. Two thousand views, yet only 11 reviews? Guys, I love writing this story and I will continue to write it, but I post it to get feedback and I don't get any. So PLEASE tell me how you feel about my story.

 

BY THE WAY, I just went and re-read my older chapters. What the hell is wrong with me? I was so off, Inuyasha and Kagome had only known each other for a week and I was intending it to be halfway through December by now. So I went back in my story and edited a couple words… Now, we should be in the second week of December. Kay? Okay. And this is an INU/KAG, not a MIR/SAN, however, I will occasionally throw in some Mir/San just for the hell of my story. However it will NEVER base itself around that couple.

 

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Chapter Six

Gettin' her fix.

 

Four days later.

 

It had to be like twenty degrees below zero, but she didn't notice.

 

It was Friday afternoon, and Sango had decided to skip school with Miroku. She'd tried to convince Kagome and Inuyasha to skip with her, perhaps, to delete the awkwardness between her and Miroku, but they each had arguments. Inuyasha had to finish his world history final in Mr. Hollingsworth's class, and Kagome's mom was pretty much onto her since their “outing”.

 

First and foremost, she was blitzed.

 

She was not high. She was not stoned. She was blitzed.

 

And right about now, her whole world was lopsided and twisted and GAHH she couldn't stand it. On most circumstances, she'd be living it up, running around and screaming her head off just to hear it echo in her head and vibrate down through to her toes. But on this particular day, oh no. Yes, she was dating Miroku, and yes, they'd done a tiny bit of fooling around on the playground a few days before. But this was different, she'd never been like this around him. And she was far more likely to fuck him.

 

`But I want to,' her mind restated over and over. She was waaaayyyy too out of it to comprehend wether she actually wanted to or if it was just her mind.

 

Miroku stepped out onto Sango's back porch with a joint in hand, knocking her, if only for a second, out of her high stupor. It only took a couple of seconds for the THC to hit her head again (not that it ever stopped).

 

“I… don't know, Sango.” He sat on the snowy chair beside her. She blinked and looked at him for a good thirty seconds before blinking again, twice, and stating, “You know, I… didn't sit on that chair for a reason. It's because, that reason is because… It's covered in snow. You'll get soaked…You know? It's covered. Totally, just…” she made a flattening motion with her hands. “Covered.”

 

Miroku studied her with bloodshot eyes, lips pursed and parted. “What the fuck did you just say?” he asked, cracking himself up. Sango smirked, then burst into laughter, as well. “I have no fucking clue;” she took his joint, lit it, and hit it. “What were you going to say when you came out here?”

 

He blinked a few times. “Um. Oh! Yeah! That joint, it's like the worst possible way, man, to get high. I mean like seriously, if I smoked a hundred joints I'd have the same high. I don't know what the FUCK…” he made billowy motions with his hands. “Is wrong with smoking a joint that makes it just not get you as high as it would but seriously, man. I mean smoking one blunt will do me in for about two hours, man. Seriously.”

 

“I don't know what's so…Bad about joints, they're fine with me.” Sango stared off into the distance for a minute, smiling at herself. Suddenly she was enticed to spend the rest of her day with Miroku. Maybe it was just her high, but she was more then ready to get a little hot and bothered.

 

“Hey, Miroku. Let's… go inside.” There was something about the way she said `go inside' that she knew would get Miroku's mind working.

 

He smirked. “I'm gonna finish this joint. Then we can go.” He looked at the joint, then at her. “Fuck it, never mind.” He stuffed the remnants of the joint into his pocket and hurriedly followed her through the sliding door.

 

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“Hey, um, Inuyasha?”

 

“Yeah?” Inuyasha turned from his seat at the computer and smiled at Kikyo, who was sitting on the couch in an impatient position. She had her cell phone open in one hand, and her other hand was held to her mouth while she blew on it due to her still-wet nails. The smell of polish made him sick, but he let her do it because it made her happy.

 

“Look, Kagura's gonna be here in like fifteen minutes. I can't do this. I can't just sit here while you're on the computer fucking around. It's fucking boring as fuck, Inuyasha.” She glared at him. Inuyasha buried his face in his hands and sighed. He then stood up and walked over to her. She smirked, lips pursed to keep from smiling.

 

“Listen up. I have to start pulling my shit together. Doing well in school. I need to start now, or my mom won't let me see you. Okay?” he pecked her on the lips, causing her expression to soften. “Either way, sweetie, you're no better, sitting over here texting, making silent plans behind my back- and literally behind my back!” he exclaimed in a fake angry tone, trying not to laugh. Within seconds he was tickling her.

 

“Ahh!! Hahahahahahaha, Inuyasha stop! HAHAHAHA stop! My nails are wet!” she exclaimed, slashing pink all over the couch cushions.

 

Inuyasha glanced at the cushions and gasped. “Shit! Mom's gonna be so pissed!” he scooped her up in his arms. “But I don't give a fuck, we don't need the couch.” He ran through the house with her in his arms, his heart warmed by the sound of her laughter. He always loved seeing her happy, ever since she'd started changing… it was the little part of Kikyo that never changed. Her laughter.

 

When they finally arrived in his bedroom, after kicking the door closed, he laid her down on her back and kissed her softly. “I love you, Kikyo.” He mumbled against her lips. She shuddered. “I love you too.”

 

“Kikyo, will you hear me out?” he asked nervously. She blinked. “What?”

 

“I don't like you spending so much time with Kagura… The cocaine, the make-up, it's just… It's not you.”

 

“Hun, I'm sorry. But I'm growing up. I'm changing.”

 

“But I don't want you to change, Kikyo, it's like I'm with a completely different person when we're around your friends.”

 

“Thus why you never come around us. Now will you please stop being a pantywaist and fuck me already?” her tone was mildly sarcastic, but he knew she was drop-dead serious. Why was being a teenager so hard?

 

“Because, Kikyo. I'm not going to fuck you when all I can think about is the fact that you're gonna go sniff pixie in a few minutes.”

 

“Would you just wake up already?” she stared intently at him. He blinked. “Excuse me?”

 

“Wake up. You're a distraction. Mr. Takahashi!”

 

Inuyasha jumped with a start in his morning history class. He obviously hadn't had enough sleep. The whole classroom erupted in laughter when he wiped the dripping saliva off of his chin. “Sorry, Hollingsworth.” He gathered his mixed emotions and glanced at Kagome's seat. She wasn't even paying attention, but doodling something. Gods, he just wanted to run down there and hug her right then. What a horrible dream…

 

“You will not be falling asleep in this classroom again, Takahashi. I've taken enough of your crap this semester, and so help me god, I wouldn't mind holding you in during your winter break next week.”

 

“Whatever, dude.” He waved him off.

 

-

 

Riiiinnnggggggggg!

 

It was time to switch classes. Kagome met Inuyasha at the door and gave him a confused smirk. “What the hell? Sleeping in class, Yash?” she smiled humorously. He smiled back. She felt goosebumps when he started to walk closer to her.

 

“It's an old habit. I actually slept at Miroku's last night, but we hardly slept at all. We were up all night smoking and eating pizza.”

 

“Pizza sounds delicious right now… God, I want some pizza.” She grinned. “Let's go get some.”

 

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow at her, earning some half-assed laughter. “You want to leave school, and go get some pizza.” She saw him shake his head and grin. “You're a genius, Kags.”

 

“No, hush. Mom would kill me if I just left school.” She made a sharp turn to her locker and began fiddling with the combination lock. “I'd be fucked over for eternity, you know.”

 

“Hold on. I have an idea.” Inuyasha held up a `1 minute' sign and vanished elsewhere. Kagome didn't bother asking questions, she knew very well how skilled her Yash was at tricking people. She just hoped he'd never try it with her.

 

-

 

“This is Trish Tadros, one of the nurses at Kindlewood High School.”

 

“Hey, Trish. This is Kagome Higurashi's mother.” Inuyasha tried to keep from laughing. He'd been very good at altering his voice to imitate a middle-aged woman.

 

“Hello, Ms. Higurashi. How may I be of service this morning?”

 

He quickly thought up a perfect excuse. “Well, my daughter has been experiencing… You know, `girl problems'. She's texting me saying she's too embarrassed to come to the nurse with cramps. Is it alright if I could just swing by and pick her up?” he gave himself a mental pat on the back. Genius.

 

“Oh, well, definitely, Ms. Higurashi. I just hope she feels well, I'll dismiss her from her classes for the rest of the afternoon.”

 

“Kay thanks bye.” He hung up the phone in his English teacher's classroom, thanking god nobody was in there with him. They would have heard the horrible imitation voice.

 

-

 

It was frigid in the hallway. Some dimwit had jammed the automatic doors open at the far end of the building. The administrators were so angry that they decided to shut down the heat before it had all escaped the building and heated up the whole neighborhood.

 

Kagome was, without a doubt, not in the mood. For fashion purposes, she'd thrown on the worst winter clothes period. Skin-tight grey jeans with a nice-fitting `Boys Like Girls' tee. She would have worn her normal fright-night attire, however, people accused her of not owning anything bright the night before. So she borrowed some of Sango's clothes.

 

She sighed and shivered; she could even see her breath in the air. She'd almost given up and gone to her next class when she heard, “You're free!”

 

She turned and saw Inuyasha darting toward her. “You're free. Let's go.”

 

“I'm not walking anywhere, Inuyasha. Can't you call Sango or Miroku?” she had her arms crossed, and she was rubbing quickly up and down on her triceps to keep them warm with friction.

 

Inuyasha grinned. “God knows what they're up to at this time. But I'll call anyways.” He pulled out his cell phone and hit `3' on speed dial. Sango.

 

-Ten Minutes Earlier-

 

“Mmmh.. Miroku…” Sango tilted her head to the side and back against the three pillows she'd piled up on the bed for comfort. She'd been dancing in a Euphoric phase for a good seven minutes, and she knew she was probably pissing Miroku off. But she wanted to milk him- or him milk her, literally,- for all he was worth.

 

She had known from a couple of past experiences that Miroku was not only amazing at performing oral sex, but when she was high, it was the most incredible sensation in existence. She could have died from the amazing sensations flying up through her body, still drugged with THC and mental ecstasy.

 

It only took a minute for her to grasp the fact that he'd eventually get sick of doing it, so she decided to just up and orgasm while the going was still amazing.

 

It did, however, take her brain another thirty seconds to process this request and trigger her release.

 

She'd been mostly quiet throughout the whole experience, seeing as she had always been shy in that situation. However, since she was high, and her release had finally hit her, moans and cries erupted from her mouth in surround-sound. She nearly started to laugh when she saw Miroku flinch.

 

She felt him crawl back up to lay beside her a moment later, stroking her stomach and kissing her cheek. “It's been awhile,” he said to her. She smiled. “Too long.”

 

She felt him reach between her legs, and she kneed his hand. “No, no… Give me a minute.” Her sacred place was still coming down from the toxicity of an orgasm. Her high had also began to come down. “God, I hate joints. It's been twenty fucking minutes. I need a fucking blunt or something. I want to be high for at least three hours.” She complained. Miroku laughed. “You know, I have a box of cigarillos in my backpack and a piece.”

 

She looked at him, jaw dropped. “You've had that shit the whole time and we've been smoking fucking joints? Jesus!” she exclaimed. Miroku pushed her gently. “Hush, there, addict. Chill. Where's your own shit? I usually save that shit to smoke before we go out and do something.”

Sango frowned at him in a joking way. “I'm not an addict. And my shit's at Inuyasha's house. My bong is in the car.” She stated.

 

For a second she began to think, at random, about what it would be like to sleep with him. Where did this come from? Sure, she really wanted to. It would probably feel so amazing. Plus, they didn't intend to break up anytime soon.

 

She wanted to do it.

 

“Miroku, I think we should try to-”

 

“Stars in my toes, makes me crinkle my nose. Wherever it goes…”

 

Ringtone. Boner killer.

 

“I fucking hate that song.” Miroku picked up her cell and handed it to her. She looked at the caller ID and rolled her eyes. “What the hell could he be up to now… Hello?” she answered.

 

“Hey, Sangsy! Come pick us up. Let's get fucking stoned and rock this bitch. We'll drive downtown -”

 

“Yash, honey. It's…” she looked at her alarm clock. “almost eleven. And I'm still asleep.”

 

“Sleep, huh? Is that what they're calling it these days?” she heard him cracking himself up and she rolled her eyes again.

 

“Okay, fuck you. I'm not doing anything for you, bye.” She threatened. Miroku shook his head with a huge grin on his face.

 

“No no no no WAIT, I'm sorry. It's okay. Could you please just come and get me and Kags? The girl needs to get baked. Come on… OUCH, Kagome, no need for violence. I'm sorry. Okay. Sorry. ….Sango? You there buddy?”

 

Sango stared at Miroku blankly. Inuyasha was such a weirdo. But she loved him.

 

“Yeah. Fine. We'll come and get you.” She stated bluntly.

 

“Ha HA! So Miroku IS with y-”

 

Click.

 

“We have to go get those two up at KHS. You wanna come?” she sat up. He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

 

There was a firm slam on the first story of the house. Somebody was obviously there.

 

“Oh, shit. I forgot that mom and dad get home today…” she opened her nightstand and pulled out two things. Visine, and breath spray.

 

She used both on herself and Miroku, then commanded Miroku to go stand on the patio deck pretending to be on the phone.

 

“Sangoooo! We're hooomme!” she heard from downstairs.

 

Her parents had been gone all week at a Police Convention, seeing as they were both law enforcement officers. However, they were unlike any other law enforcement officers. They're the ones that you want to pull you over, if you're being pulled over. They're the ones that see you smoking weed, and just let you off telling you to go do it in somebody's back yard before you hit somebody on the streets. They're the “cool cops”, as Inuyasha says. But they are never home. (A/N: Thus why we've been without them until the sixth chapter.)

 

“Hey, guys!” she stood up and dashed around the room, stumbling onto the floor whilst trying to put on a pair of skinny jeans.

 

“Honey, is everything going okay up there?” her father called. She could hear him coming up the stairs. Why was she so afraid? She didn't look high anymore, and Miroku was allowed over.

 

After zipping up her jeans, she opened the door and smiled, panting behind her teeth. Her dad smiled back and greeted her with a warm hug. “Hello there, kiddo.”

 

“Hey pops, how was Orlando?”

 

“Oh, god… You should see your mom's sunburn. She looks like a skinny strawberry!” he cracked. They both laughed at his awkward joke. “Wow, I must see this.”

 

Her mom was already coming up the stairs. When she arrived, Sango couldn't help but laugh. They were so funny when they were both dressed in their uniforms.

 

“Hi there, sweetie…” her mom walked up and gave her a big hug. “What are you up to today?” she asked. Sango thought for a second. “Hmm, I'm spending the night out. Me and some friends are going downtown.”

 

“That sounds like fun, Sango! You have to be careful in that ridiculous snow, though. Wait, hold on a second… Aren't you supposed to be in school right now?”

 

Both of her parents eyed her.

 

Sango swallowed hard. She had to come up with something quick or else.

 

“…Today is actually senior skip day, and since my classes are mostly made up of seniors, it would be pointless for me to go. They're just going to watch movies all day.”

 

“Oh, well that's fine, dear. Your father and I are on duty in about forty five minutes, so, here's some money…” she reached into her purse and handed her three $10 bills. “And we will see you later, kay?”

 

Sango took the money with much gratitude and kissed each of them on the cheek. “I love you guys.”

 

“Love you too, pumpkin.” Her dad patted her on the back before they went back downstairs.

 

“Stars in my toes, makes me crinkle my nose. Wherever it goes…”

 

“God, Inuyasha!” she ran into her bedroom and answered the phone. “Yes?”

 

“Where are you? The schools a thirty second drive from your house!”

 

“I'll be there in a minute.” Click.

 

---

 

Inuyasha held Kagome close as they stood on the front lot of the school in the snow. “They're taking forever.” He mumbled. She smiled. “It's okay. I like this.” She stated sweetly, cuddling up against his side. She could tell he was probably smiling.

 

A minute later, the Neon spun around the corner and into the parking lot, splashing up slush onto somebody's corvette. Who owns a corvette in high school?

 

They could hear the beats coming from the large speakers in the back.

 

When they pulled up, Sango kicked the door out and open. Miroku was sitting in back holding Sango's Florida mini bong. “Hey, Yash, get the fuck back here!” he exclaimed. Kagome laughed when he crawled over the seat without even bothering to put it down.

 

“Hey there Kags! Sit in front. Pick a song on the iPod!” she exclaimed over the extremely loud Ying Yang Twins.

 

Kagome had a seat in the warm car and smiled big. “It's so warm in here.” She stated.

 

“What?” Sango yelled over the music. Kagome shook her head. “Nothing!”

 

In back, Inuyasha and Miroku were getting high.

 

Kagome browsed through the songs on Sango's iPod Nano. She liked just about everything she saw, however, she was looking for something specific to make her happy. After a moment of searching, she settled on “What I Got” by Sublime, turning the volume down enough to talk without yelling.

 

“Are you high, too, Sango?” she asked, curious. Sango shrugged. “Nah. I've been posted up in a buzz for a half hour, actually. It kind of sucks.”

 

“Where are we headed, ladies?” Inuyasha had maneuvered himself into a position where he was on his knees in back, with one elbow resting on Kagome's seat and the other on Sango's seat. Smoke had drained itself from his mouth as he spoke.

 

“We're going to your house, Inuyasha. We can't go to mine.” Sango cracked her neck muscles and slowed her car to a stop at the red light. There was a police officer pulled up beside her in the other lane, eyeing her suspiciously.

 

“Hey, guys, cool the bong for a second. This cop is staring, and it's weirding me out.”

 

Kagome looked over at the cop. He was making a gesture to imply that he wanted her to roll the window down. He had already taken care of his.

 

“Shit fuck. God damn shit fuck.” Sango looked around for her mini febreeze bottle. Nowhere. She reluctantly told Kagome to roll down the window, and she did.

 

“Huhwo offica, how may I help?” Sango exclaimed in the most obnoxious Japanese tone. Kagome's eyes went wide.

 

The cop was balding, with fall leaf-brown hair crowned around his head. Late 40's. He had a mustache and intent eyes, one of those guys that always looks like they're staring directly into the sun.

 

“Little missy, you sure look a little young to be driving around on a school day.”

 

Inuyasha and Miroku looked like third-graders in the back seat, facing each other with their hands over their mouths, making the cracking sound in their throats to signify that they were holding back laughter.

 

Sango smiled brightly. “Oohh, oh no officah, we from Jahpahn visiting ah obi-chan! You come yes?” she held up a peace sign. The officer kept his intense stare, shaking his head. “I didn't understand anything you just said. Have a nice day.” And he rolled his window up.

 

The light had clearly been green for a good minute, and it was quite shocking that the four cars behind them hadn't honked. It was obviously because there was an officer present. People in Kindlewood were just rude when it came to waiting.

 

Kagome rolled up the window and stared at Sango in shock. “Do you always use the Japanese stereotypes to get the point across or was this your first?” she asked.

 

Sango smirked. “It was a good idea, wasn't it? I hope you envy my skill.”

 

“Ladies.” Inuyasha crawled back up to their view. “I'm thinking, when we get to the house, we all get stoned.”

 

“You're already stoned!” Kagome exclaimed. He shrugged. “Yeah, well. Not as stoned as I could be. Besides, you need to smoke right now so that you can get high later anyway.” He handed her the bong. She furrowed her brows. “Excuse me? What does that mean?”

 

“It means that you don't get high your second time. Smoke now, we get there, unwind… Then we all smoke. You'll get high then.”

 

“What if I don't want to get high?” she didn't even look at him. She was right back in this loop again, where she felt like the world revolved around drugs and nobody gave a damn that she was a caring, healthy person.

 

“Oh, Kags.” He moved behind her seat and wrapped his arms around it so that his hands were massaging the sides of her shoulders. “Don't deny yourself. I know you loved what you did last week.”

 

Sango snapped at him. “Leave'er alone. If she doesn't want to she doesn't have to.”

 

“Nobody's talking to you, Sango! I'm just saying, if she doesn't want to get high then great, but that means she should smoke now since she won't be high from it later. Then when she DOES want to get high, she'll be able to.”

 

“Fine, give me the thing.” Kagome reached back. Inuyasha gave Sango a smug look while he handed it to her.

 

“How do I do this?” she examined it. It looked complicated. “I'll never figure this out by myself.”

 

Inuyasha reached forward with his lighter. “Put your mouth over the hole, see? Use that hand to cover up that hole down there. That's the power-hitter. Kay, good. Now, I'm gonna light this for you. There. Inhale. Keep inhaling. Brace yourself, let go of the other hole. There you go!”

 

Kagome was shocked at how hard it hit her. It burned at first, but she adjusted. “That was awful.” She mumbled. Inuyasha laughed. “It wasn't that bad. Take another hit, just don't do it so hard this time” he held the lighter up for her again.

 

She hit it again, lightly. Yet, when she took her finger off of the little hole, it still hit her extremely hard. She was not enjoying her first bong experience. What was even worse was the fact that she wasn't even going to get high off of it.

 

“Why won't I get high?” she asked shyly. Sango reached over and patted her thigh. “It's okay, Kags. Nobody gets high their second time around, it's just always been that way. You'll get high every other time.”

 

“Dude, I totally got high… my second time.” Miroku mumbled in back. Kagome had forgotten he was even there, he was being so quiet.

 

“No you did not, I was there!” Inuyasha stopped, his high hitting him rather late for some reason. “Hahahahaha…” he laughed to himself.

 

Miroku shrugged. “Man, I don't know what the fuck is going on.” He shook his head, grinning as he spoke, and together the two of them cracked each other up.

 

“Hey, stoners! Chill out. We're almost there.” Sango turned down her and Inuyasha's street. Her parents had left, but not for long. “I need to park my car in the garage so my parents don't see it.”

 

“Sure thing.” Inuyasha stated happily as they pulled up into the snowy driveway.

 

--

 

The day had been going rather shitty, to Kagome's lack of surprise. Everyone was high. It pissed her off. She'd been around the two meticulous stoners at their peaks before, but this was three stoners, stoned, and Kagome was sober beyond reasoning. All that she was feeling was a sour headache from the notorious bong riffs.

 

What a pain.

 

They were all gathered in Inuyasha's room, on his bed. Kagome, however, was away from the rest of them, leaning in the doorway. She didn't want to be around all of them having fun. What could she do?

 

Knowing that they wouldn't notice, she quietly slipped out through the doorway and stumbled over a misplaced rag. After gathering posture, she continued to the living room couch. She had a lot of things to ponder.

 

--

 

“Fuck it, give me more of that shit. I'm so not even fucking kidding, Yash, gimme!” Sango exclaimed, cracking herself up. Inuyasha sat in the corner taking hit after hit after hit after hit off of HIS bong, not Sango's “measly piece of shit novelty bong”, as he had oh-so-maturely put it.

 

The room was on fire with joy, all three fucked up out of their own mindsets. It was an indescribable feeling, as most highs usually are.

 

“Holy shit, Sangs, Jesus, seriously.” He dangled the bong just out of her reach, hands shaking so violently he couldn't help but almost drop it. “Shit!” he exclaimed when he noticed for a split second that he'd spilt bong water on his Metallica shirt. A couple of seconds later, he was so unbelievably lost in his high that he didn't feel like thinking about the shirt.

 

Sango dropped down onto her back and gasped at the rush, the sound of her gasp making her laugh. The sound of her laugh made her laugh harder. Soon enough, all three of them were cracking up for no apparent reason.

 

--

 

Kagome cuddled up against the couch under Inuyasha's blanket, just thinking. About what, she couldn't express. Would it always be this way with Inuyasha? Would he always sit around, talking about nothing but smoking weed every time he isn't getting high? If that was how it was going to be… She didn't want much anything to do with him.

 

Sure, being high was the most amazing experience she'd ever known. She'd love to do it again. But Inuyasha did it like every day, and when he wasn't, he was talking about it. For the most part, at least. He gave Sango a lot of shit about Miroku, and constantly bitched about school, his dad and the fact that his mom didn't come home every night like she used to.

 

He hadn't spend any time with her all week, he'd just been hanging around Miroku. And she hated that.

 

In the midst of love-loathing, Kagome's thoughts were interrupted by a certain LOUD dog.

 

“ARF! ARF!” Beerfest came down the stairs like a typhoon of fat and drool. “ARRF! ARRRF!”

 

Kagome kicked her shoes off at him, frustrated. “Shut up!” she exclaimed.

 

The door opened up, explaining the barking. Inuyasha's mother walked in holding a paper bag of groceries and jingling car keys. “Oh, hey there, hun. You doing alright?” she kicked the door behind her. Kagome nodded, still cuddled up on the couch. “Yeah, I'm okay.” She paused. Realization. “Oh, shit!” she exclaimed, jumping to her feet and hauling ass to Inuyasha's room where she slammed the door shut.

 

“Kagami? Did you think I couldn't smell that coming in here?”

 

Kagome blinked and went red all over. “It's Kagome, and… I'm sorry, I just, please don't get mad at him!”

 

“I know he smokes, hon. He does it all the time.” His mother picked up a full laundry basket after making her nonchalant statement. Kagome stared in shock as she disappeared toward the laundry room.

 

All she could hear was her three friends psyching out in the bedroom, and she wanted nothing to do with that. She wanted to be high... but not with them. She craved her own good stone.

 

She took a deep breath and opened the door.

 

“Hey, you're fucking up the hotbox!” Miroku exclaimed as Kagome was blasted with about ten thousand tons of white-hot smoke.

 

“Give it to me.” She held out her hand to Sango, who was currently holding Inuyasha's two and a half foot bong.

 

Sango handed it over.

 

Within ten seconds Kagome was coughing like a bitch.

 

“Kagome, Kags, Kagome.” Inuyasha stood up and took the bong from her. “Kags, are you okay? Kagome.” He patted her back and reached to grab a glass of water from his nightstand. She took it and downed half of it then set it on the floor.

 

“Light it again. Do it.” She commanded. Sango blinked and held her shaky hand to the bowl.

 

This process went on for about four bowls.

 

Kagome was GONE.

 

“SO.” She felt Inuyasha wrap his arm around his VERY visibly stoned girlfriend and kissed her cheek. “Whaddaya wanna do now, gorgeous?”

 

Kagome didn't know what to say or do. “Is this real?” she asked.

 

Everyone laughed.

 

“We're going to go to the fucking mall.” Sango jumped to her feet. “Let's go to the mall, WHOO!”

 

The three ran out of the room yelling like fools. Kagome just stood, entranced, shaking, stoned. It was like last time…. But fifty times better. She didn't want to move her legs. She could see little bars dropping in her mind that signified the weight of her body as she began to walk. It was incredible.

 

She was going out into public, high.

 

And her mom had no idea.

 

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Note: I ONLY ended this chapter here because I never like my chapters extending beyond 12 pages and this one hit fifteen, so.

 

Anyway. I am VERY sad and pissed off to inform everyone that my story has been removed from Mediaminer.org and I am very distressed. I am incredibly sad… I'd reached 2,000 views, and I had so many reviews. I feel so horrible. I was a minor posting an X rated story. I don't even know why I rated it X, there wasn't even any sex in it yet. I'm so sad. This is awful.

 

It would make me feel better if I got a review or two, letting me know that you enjoy the story that mediaminer banned.