InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Potsmokers: A Love Story ❯ In Her Own Skin ( Chapter 8 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Chudoku

noNotes: I'm not apologizing for the lack of updating. Because I haven't received many reviews for my story… at all. It's very, very upsetting to me to write this story, then receive nothing but reviews about how long it takes me to update. Well, I don't write very much of this story because I feel like NOBODY reads it. It never really gets reviewed. And when it does, it's, “UPDATE!” It's like, I wanna hear about what you like. Not how I suck at updating. I'm in fucking high school. I have a fucking life and friends that I have to tend to. I can't sit around writing all day. SO CUT ME SOME FUCKING SLACK. If you're going to read my story and expect me to update, PLEASE leave me a review or some note that it actually GETS read.

I have mentioned before that this story isn't Mir/San, but yes, they are included. I am writing this story as if it is a book, it isn't like most other stories. Being older than I was when I started writing fanfictions, I've come to realize that most of them are the exact same thing. I don't want that kind of story. This is a much more different situation, I try to impress people with my style. However, I wouldn't know, because I never get much feedback. Please tell me what you like, and what you'd like improved on.

THERE WILL BE OTHER DRUGS IN THIS STORYEVENTUALLY.

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Chapter eight

In her own skin

It was around six in the morning when a large THUD resounded throughout the house.

“…WWWAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!” it was Rin.

Kagome groaned and stirred in her bed, hesitating when she felt a strong arm around her waist pull her closer. “Mmmm…” she heard Inuyasha behind her, and it made shivers crawl up and down her spine. “Hold on.” She whispered, trying to release herself from his grasp. He clung to her. “Stay.” Was his response. She rolled her eyes playfully and glanced back at him as much as she could. “My little sister is crying. I have to go check on her.”

“Fine.” He released her and rolled over on his other side, facing the wall. Kagome giggled quietly and covered him up with her blanket and pillows. “Don't make a sound.”

When he grunted, she stood up and left the room, closing her door quietly behind her. She tip-toed down the hall to Rin's room and sighed. Her two-and-a-half year old sister was sitting on the floor in front of her bed, crying. Well, it wasn't a bed, more like a crib. They couldn't afford to buy her a new bed, and she was still small enough to fit in the crib, so they never tried to get her a new setup.

“Aw, Rin, did you roll out of your crib in your sleep?” she asked, picking her up and setting her back in the crib. For the record, it wasn't like a bassinette, newborn bed. It was about four feet long and three feet across. The problem was, Rin always cried when the crib's side was up. She was probably claustrophobic, because she wouldn't sleep unless they kept the front crib gate down.

She sniffled and pouted while Kagome laid her back down and tucked her in. “Go back to sleep, okay?” she kissed her cheek.

“What happened? Is she okay?” her mother appeared in the doorway holding a baby bottle full of chocolate milk. Kagome sighed. “She rolled out of her crib again. I think we should at least get her like, a mattress or something.”

“Can't afford it. Plus, if we just put up the front gate thing, she won't have that issu-”

“AHHHH!” Rin cried. Kagome smirked. “Yeah, just get her a mattress. It can't be that expensive if you get her a really tiny one.”

Her mother sighed. “Well, I'll look around. See if I find anything worth paying for. Hey, aren't you on winter break?”

“Yeah, started yesterday.”

“Oh, well, good. You can try to get a part-time job, then. I got a call from the TJ Max on Manchester, I'm starting on the 23rd.”

Kagome blinked. “What happened to Great Clips?”

“They didn't pay me for shit. I have to leave in an hour to go work my last shift, then I'm just never going to show up again. I'll actually be WORKING at TJ Max, that's why I applied..”

“Oh, I gotcha.” She sighed and felt herself drifting. “I'm going to go back to sleep, okay?”

“Okay, hon. I guess I'll see you around six when I get home. It's my last day at Great Clips. Will you be here?”

Kagome looked down and thought for a moment. What would she be doing later? Would she be home? She just shrugged.

“Hey, gorgeous…”

Sango stretched in her warm sheets, naked skin gracing the fabric and adding to the immense pleasure she felt. She opened her eyes to see Miroku laying there beside her. To her disappointment, he was fully dressed, and looked… concerned.

“What's wrong, Miroku?” she scooted herself towards him and blinked cutely, smiling. He sighed. “Look… we had sex.” He stated bluntly. She nodded. “Yes, we did.”

“Well, I wasn't wearing a condom, Sango.” He raised his eyebrows. Sango's eyes widened. “Oh, fuck. Shit, fuck, shit, fuck. Oh my god.”

“You knew I wasn't, Sango, you never stopped me once! I wasn't trying to keep going but I'm a guy, and I was stoned, and I thought it was okay!” he sat up on his elbows, almost… was he… was he glaring at her? Huh?

“Well, Jesus fucking Christ, Miroku. Come on.” She rolled out of bed and began pulling on articles of clothing laying on her floor. “We need to go.” She added. He also stood up, but didn't move. “What are we doing? Your parents are home.”

“You're allowed over, Miroku. I told them we were dating again last week.”

“Well, where are we going, then? Breakfast? You could be pregnant and all you want to do is eat something? Well I guess that makes se-”

“SHUT UP. We are going to a clinic, we are getting the morning after pill. You do not have to go. But if you are, than stop asking me so many goddamn questions and stop acting like a jerk! YOU fucked ME!”

“Don't even worry about it, it isn't a big deal.”

“…Well, yeah, it kind of is a BIG deal, Inuyasha! How do you expect me to be able to go back to sleep knowing that… that… that thing is sitting right behind me? Oh god…” Kagome covered her eyes. She had returned to bed after her mom left, and noticed that Inuyasha had been experiencing some morning inconveniences. He was laying on his back, half-asleep. But the blankets had formed an almost-tent around his morning erection, something she had never even come close to seeing before. Her heart was pounding. Was he trying to demand that she return his favor?

“Go back to sleep, Kags, it's going to go away. It happens all the time.” He sighed and rolled over on his side. Kagome stared at him for a moment, bleak, than lay down beside him, as well. She didn't let the sight of him eat away at her thoughts, instead, she just fell right back asleep.

--Four and a half hours later—

“What the fuck is the morning after pill?” Inuyasha groaned, sitting up and stretching beside Kagome, who stirred at the sound of him.

He was surprised to hear that Sango had engaged in unprotected sex, for one. But second of all, how was it that somebody as smart as Sango didn't know when to say “when”? He shrugged off the thought. “Well, at least it's taken care of, I guess. Thank some existent God.” He stroked Kagome's hair as he talked. A smug grin came across his face. “So… You guys must have had fun last night, huh!”

Sango sounded irate on the other line, making comments about how it was none of his business and how they'd be there to pick them up within the next hour. Once they'd hung up, Inuyasha stretched again and laid down beside Kagome, who was faking sleep. He could tell because her “closed” eyes were flickering.

“Now why are you pretending to sleep, gorgeous? I wanna see your beautiful eyes.” He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her warm, petite body against him. She shook and nuzzled her face into his arm. “I'm tired, Yashie.” She stated in a whiny voice intended to be cute and innocent. In a way, it was kind of like a turn on to him, seeing as Kagome was so tiny and innocent… Something that had been proven the night before while he made his sacred move between her legs. Well, not necessarily a move, just a show of affection that he would have never been able to brave sober. She seemed to like it. Perhaps he could try it again?

Kagome felt so soft and alive in his arms… Like her skin was lined with velvety peach fuzz. Or that really soft cottony toilet paper. What? He nuzzled his nose in her hair and inhaled. She smelled sweet, although he was aware that she'd been through his dirty bed, his dirty bedroom, his mom's dirty car, and- OH SHIT. He'd forgotten to take his mom's car back home for her to go to work! He flipped his phone back open and checked his calls. Seventeen missed calls. Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom about ten more times, and a previous call from Sango. He hit the call button and anxiously listened. His mother answered with a matter-of-fact type of voice.

“Oh, no, don't worry about calling me up. I was able to get a ride from Bob.” She stated in a pseudo-happy voice. It was dripping with irate sarcasm. Inuyasha groaned. “Mom, I'm sorry, I completely slept in… I'm sorry you had to get a ride with Bob.” Bob was the creepy mechanic that lived a couple of houses down and was known for making passes at his mother every time he saw her.

“Slept in? That reminds me… Where the hell ARE you? I can't have my son, who is a minor, just driving off into the night without calling me or-”

“I'm at Kagome's. I apologized for the car, and you know where I am. Anything bad that could have happened, didn't. So can you please, for the love of god, chill? And you're at work!”

“Don't cut me off, Inuyasha. You know you are too old for this BS. It's retarded. I have to go. But you'd better check in with me before you run off later. BYE.” Click.

“I'm sorry if your mom is mad at you because of me…” Kagome looked at him with innocent eyes. He felt himself get warm all over, and took her back in his arms. He never broke eye contact. “It's okay, Kagome, you didn't do anything wrong.” He got so close to her face that their noses touched, and he could feel her scared excitement. It drove him wild. He kissed her then, softly, at first. They moved their lips together and formed a rhythm, caressing each other in such a way. He moved his hand to the base of her neck and moved it behind her head, fisting his hand tightly- but not painfully- in her hair. He felt her gasp and he traced her bottom lip with his tongue. They began to make out, slowly, sensually. Such passionate movements that it made him weak. He could feel her melting in his arms. Losing all control, just, melting. She placed her hands on his chest, and it surprised and excited him when he felt himself being pushed onto his back.

“Ka…gome… What are you doing?” he asked, breaking their passionate lock. She panted, cheeks tinted pink. Her eyes were glossy. He'd never seen her like that before. She placed a hand on his stomach and slowly slid it down, down his abdomen. Inuyasha nearly freaked out. Did she feel like she had to do whatever it was she was trying to do? Yeah, probably. He sighed waited for what he knew was to come. And sure enough,

“Oh, god, I'm sorry… I can't… I'm not ready.” Kagome snapped her hand back, instantly sitting Indian-style with her face buried in her hands. “I feel so stupid.”

Inuyasha sat up and embraced her tightly. He heard her sob. “Why are you crying, Kags…? What did I tell you earlier? I don't want you to do that. Not now, not until you're ready. Hell, not ever, if you don't ever want to. Which is okay with me.”

He felt in his heart that part of that was just sugarcoating the truth. Any guy would be lying if he said he would stand for a completely prude relationship, especially in high school, where everything is supposed to happen. However, he'd already done just about every exciting thing you're supposed to do in high school. He'd smoked a cigarette, just once though. He'd gotten high, taken ecstasy, attempted suicide, had sex, gotten a blow job, gotten a hand job- although those last three things he'd only done with Kikyo,- broken a bone, broken a law, got caught shoplifting, got arrested, got drunk, and got in a fight with both parents, leading to a week-long runaway. Most of that stuff occurred during the summer between freshman and sophomore year. He kicked the shoplifting, cutting, and most of the drinking during that period of time.

“I know you keep saying that, but I know you want sex and sexual things just as much as any guy. Don't lie to me.”

“I'm not lying, Kagome. Yeah, sex and sexual things are part of life and relationships at some point in time, but I'm not going to sit here and demand anything from you. I'm not going to dump you because of it. I love you. I almost wish I hadn't done what I did last night because you're freaking out about sex now when you shouldn't be…” he laid her back down. “I want you to calm down. I don't want you to think that what I did last night was me telling you we need to speed anything up, because it wasn't.”

Kagome sniffled and pulled the blankets tightly over herself, cuddling closer to him. He held her and kissed her eyes. “Now… Sango and Miroku are coming over to get us. We're all going to hang out. Is that okay?”

“Yes, yes, that's fine. What were you talking about earlier? About Plan B?”

“Plan B?”

“The morning after pill.”

Inuyasha sighed. “Sango and Miroku got it on last night… that's why they never showed up.” he grinned when he saw Kagome's shocked expression, then continued. “Yeah, I know. Well, it was unprotected. So they went and got what I'm referring to as a pill-form abortion.”

Kagome looked shocked. “I can't believe they had unprotected sex!” she exclaimed. Inuyasha shrugged. “Miroku isn't very bright.”

“Yeah, but Sango-”

“Well, she isn't very bright either… anymore.”

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So, it was probably around one o'clock when Sango and Miroku pulled up in the Dodge Neon. The engine was rattling, probably due to the fact that the ice beneath the hood was falling down to its emanate doom to the ever-turning and hot devices below. Snow was falling, but lightly.

Kagome zipped up her black pinstripe coat. Inuyasha had been nagging her for ten straight minutes about how the coat would never keep her warm, due to the fact that it was a half-coat and cut off right below her chest. Anything below her breasts was doomed to chill. Plus, the skinny jeans accompanying her thin shirt were just begging to be massacred with snow. He had insisted that Sango and Miroku were big on pelting their friends with snowballs.

“My neck, my chest and my arms are the most vulnerable part of me when it's cold out. If I have them covered, my stomach and legs will be totally fine. Now will you stop acting like I'm covered in flame-retardant guck about to step into a room full of lighters and hairspray?” Kagome tended to an itch on the back of her head and swung the front door open with a smile. Inuyasha glared so darkly that it was obvious he was just trying to play cute-boyfriend-who-cares-too-much.

“Well, Ya aint borrowing my jacket when you turn into an icicle. Let's peace out.” He opened the front screen door for her and she closed the main door behind her as she left.

“Will you guys hurry it up? Miroku's losing his head.” Sango called out the window. Inuyasha and Kagome turned their gaze to Miroku, who was sitting in the back curled up in a ball. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Inuyasha opened the door and crawled in back with him. Miroku shook his head. “I'm not high, man. This is fucked up. I need to smoke some-”

“Hold on, Sango. I'm not going.” Kagome unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her door. There was a collective, confused blink throughout the car.

“What? Kagome, where are you going?” Sango asked.

“I'm not going anywhere if you guys are just going to go and get high. Again. It's stupid, okay? I'm sick of it! I am fucking sick of it.”

Sango sighed and looked back at her two friends. “Well, okay. I guess we'll call you.” And she drove off.

Kagome stood, shocked, on her front sidewalk. Her hair was perfect, her outfit was freshly washed and ironed, her eyes were coated graciously with eyeliner. Her excitement level had been at an uproarious high all morning. All of that, just to get completely bailed on by her best friend, her boyfriend, and some guy that she hardly even considered a friend. What a fucking waste. What a fucking WASTE of time.

“FUCK.” She exclaimed, kicking a patch of ice across the street and hitting the neighbor's car's door. A wave of panic flew through her, which quickly went away when she glanced down the street and saw nobody around to have witnessed it. Plus, no alarms went off. Just to be safe, she turned around and stomped back in the direction of the front door. Right as she was two feet away, slip, SLAM. Right on her ass, right on the ice. Right on her wrist.

She cried out in an embarrassed, painful plea for help when she realized that she'd probably just badly sprained herself. “FUCK! FUCKING FUUCKKK! I fucking HATE my life… I fucking HATE MY LIFE!” she screamed, no longer caring who could hear her. She wanted the whole world to hear her. As if armies from east Jesus nowhere would show up and set fire to the car containing her three friends. As if they'd hear her and drive back, apologizing for hours on end for their dick behavior. But she knew, deep down, that no miracle would happen. She'd just have to take care of the problem without bitching.

So she made it inside quickly just as a couple of her neighbors had stepped out to see “what all the commotion was about”. When she had finally closed the solid wooden door behind her, the first thing she did was collapse on the living room couch and cry. She just cried and cried longer than she'd cried since she'd moved back to Missouri. She kept on saying things over to herself just to milk the sadness. “Oh, fuck my life… Why me? Why fucking me? Nobody fucking likes me!” she'd cry into the pillow on her couch. Her wrist was swelling up as she wept. She just kept on waiting for her so-called friends to show up and say that they were just joking, but they weren't going to. They were going to go to somebody's house, get high, talk about doing something that they knew they were NOT going to do, then just sit on the couch for 8 zillion hours.

“Ah, fuck…” she stood up from the couch and made her way to the kitchen, examining her swollen wrist. She knew it wasn't broken, because she'd be able to feel it. She'd broken her hand punching Ayame Shimizu in the face a few years back and she could feel all the missing links under her skin. No, she'd just badly strained herself. Luckily, she kept compression bandages and other medical supplies in the bathroom under the sink. She passed through the kitchen and onward toward the bathroom, sniffling and thinking of how much she hated everything at that moment. She'd mutter something along the lines of “nobody likes me” every couple of seconds.

; “Where is that fucking…” Kagome swung open the cabinet beneath the sink and sifted through towels and old razor boxes with her good hand. When she finally found the old metal medical supply box, she sat on the closet toilet and propped it open on her lap. The compression bandage was right on top of all of the wound-healing goodies, along side a pair of tiny scissors that she never understood why they were in their with medical supplies. It then occurred to her that they were probably used to cut gauze and compression bandages- imagine that! They were extremely sharp, and… well, they were sharp…

; She eyed the small-tipped scissors like they contained the answers to life's greatest secrets. They were so pristine, like nobody had ever used them before. She doubted they ever had. In her bad hand she held the bandage for her wrist, but with her other hand she was fingering the sharp tip of the scissors. She allowed all of the most terrible moments in her life to sink into her thoughts. Visions of her aunt's funeral after a terrible accident, countless images of her father throwing things like forks and chairs at her mother at their old house in Montana, all of the fights she'd had with her father where he called her a trashy piece of shit daughter, horrible fights she'd gotten into at her old school, all of the people she'd once called her friends in Montana turning on her just for kicks, and countless other things… Including her friends completely ditching her today.

; “Jesus, God…” she pulled the scissors apart and pushed the pointed end into her wrist. It stung her wrist to be applying any pressure with it, so much that she could only focus on that pain and not the pain of the scissors being pushed into the veins of her good arm. She winced as she began to drag the blade downward, almost diagonally. Not straight through her radial artery. She didn't want to die… Not now. She just wanted to feel. “Oh, fuck..!” she wailed, tears pouring down her face. She saw Inuyasha in her mind, smiling, smoking pot with Sango and Miroku. She started to see things that made no sense. Inuyasha and Sango making out, Inuyasha and Sango fucking in his bed. But he didn't like Sango… the thoughts were just prolonging as images to hurt her heart. This was the work of a mental mind-fuck and she couldn't control it. All she could think of was how Inuyasha would dump her for being so fucking anal about everything.

; Kagome finished the cut and went to make a second wound beneath it. Blood flowed slowly from the first wound and onto the floor. She began to shake with each sob, leaning her head sideways and intentionally knocking it on the sink over and over again as she pressed the blade into her flesh. Blood was ready this time, flowing almost instantly as the skin broke before it. It was like a loosely filled water balloon. If you were to cut it, it wouldn't pop, rather the water would spill out quickly as soon as the incision was made. She felt overwhelmed, biting her lip. It started to hurt her a little, a feeling that quickly vanished when her endorphins began to kick in. She became numb, physically and mentally. She was no longer sad. She wasn't happy. She wasn't mad. She was… without emotions, without feeling, without love, without hate. The rest is just a clock, ticking… ticking… ticking.

; Hot drops of blood soon formed a small puddle beneath her trembling mass. She sobbed and closed her eyes as she formed a third diagonal gash beneath her last two. She was bleeding heavily, now. The pain was inexistent. She'd become numb of all feeling after the first cut. She watched the blood flow out of her arm, down her hand and off her finger tips for about five minutes before she realized that she needed to cover it with a towel. She was losing a lot of blood and quickly, and once she realized this, she began to bawl. Not from the pain, but from the thought. It hit her hard, as if she'd lost all of her happiness with the blood on the floor. Her happiness, all over the ground, never to be brought back again. It occurred to her that her wrists were both fucked, now. Once the endorphins settled back into nothingness, she'd be left with a sprained wrist and a bloody mess of a wounded wrist. Somebody was going to see it.

; Panicking, she wrapped her sprained wrist with compression bandages and clipped them at the end. Then, as quick as she could, she grabbed a large amount of toilet paper. She ripped it every five squares or so and wiped up the blood on the floor, flushing them down the toilet every time she soaked three of them. To clog the toilet with bloodied toilet paper isn't that normal, even for a girl.

; Once the blood was cleaned from the floor, including the blood that continued to drip, she grabbed a wash cloth and held it firmly against the painful wounds. She was regaining feeling, and it was terrible. But she'd been through cutting before, several months prior to moving back to St. Louis. And she wasn't a wuss about it… She just kept it covered at school and washed the wounds every morning and night until the healed. A wave of panic hit her when she remembered that Inuyasha had opened new doors with her, having undressed her just the night before. What if he pulled her shirt off again before she was all healed? What would he do? What would he say? She smacked herself mentally when she remembered how mad at him she was. She could use that excuse for about a week. “No, you ditched me. You don't deserve to see my body.”

; And again she came to a realization. What if he broke up with her because he couldn't handle her dismay of constant drug use? Should she just start putting up with it? She didn't have to smoke with them. They could black up their lungs all they wanted. It wasn't really her call. But whenever she did want to smoke, that option would be up to her. No money involved, no questions asked. She could just do it and it would be okay. The plan seemed nice at the moment, but it was obvious that in the future she'd become fed up.

; “Damn it.” She pulled her shirt off and tossed it in the corner of the bathroom, making her way to her bedroom. When she got there, she found a long-sleeved thermal with a white guitar outline on the chest and threw it on. Her wrist started bleeding again shortly after the fabric rubbed against it, so Kagome decided to cover the cuts with gauze, followed by wrapping compression bandages around the gauze. She made sure to apply off-brand Neosporin as well. She felt proud of herself on account of the fact that she'd never taken such good care of a self-inflicted wound. After that, she felt so proud that she filled up a baggie of freshly frozen ice cubes, flipped on the TV to the Maury show (one of the only 9 channels their TV actually displayed), laid down on the couch and rested the baggie of ice on top of her sprain.

; She waited on and off for the phone to ring, or for the sound of a car in the driveway to grace her ears. She wanted justice out of this situation and she was currently getting none. And what's funny is, had she been able to tolerate some pot, this situation would have never even happened. Hell, after their doping, she'd probably go do something really fun with them. Nah… they'd probably just be sitting in somebody's room talking about politics and watching Pirates of the Caribbean or something.

; A black teenage girl with a 30 year old white baby-daddy was the featured story on Maury today. Kagome found herself giggling at some of the ridiculous things that white trash man was saying. It was almost more of a Jerry Springer-type episode. Maury tends to be a little more cavalier.

; As the show went on, Kagome found herself thinking about sex. I mean, it was Maury. All they ever talked about was sex, sex changes, sex DNA results… She just started thinking about it. What did it feel like? Why did everyone make such a fuss over it? How bad would it hurt? Maybe it wouldn't hurt at all. Sango seemed to be totally fine in the car earlier, and she'd just lost it the night before. However, she had been fingered prior, and that could have helped the situation for all she knew.

That glance at Inuyasha's morning wood was pretty convincing that he was “well-endowed”… That couldn't possibly feel too great the first couple of times around. She'd never even stuck a finger up in there to see if her hymen had stayed intact over the years. Most girls had already had sex by the time they were Kagome's age, and her health teacher mentioned that the hymen can break from things such as horseback riding, athletics, and gymnastics. Whoa, how embarrassing would it be to be jumping around in a skin-tight pink leotard in front of hundreds of people, then suddenly a giant splotch of blood appears right there for God and everyone to see? She shuddered at the thought. In Montana, she'd owned a horse named Ava that she rode all the time. It broke her heart when she had to leave Ava behind when they moved. She didn't really like to think about it.

; Her thoughts of whether or not she was a virgin got the best of her. She reached down and unbuttoned her pants, pushing them down past her thighs and kicking them off towards the bottom of the couch. She didn't intend to masturbate. She just wanted to see if she was, in fact, a virgin still. Having never tried to insert anything inside of herself before, she had trouble fingering the area before she found her actual entrance. Once she did, she stuck her forefinger in as far as she could. She could feel a flexible barrier about three inches back. It felt like it could tolerate a lot of pressure before breaking, and it would probably hurt. “God damn it.” She pulled her finger out and wiped her natural moisture off on her jeans. Sex with Inuyasha, if it was to happen, was going to hurt. But she'd prepare herself. As soon as she got over the whole ditching thing, she'd be ready to go ahead and let him finger her.

; “Jesus…” she laid back down and laughed to herself. Where had this sudden sexuality come from? She'd never been all that curious about sex before. And she'd only been dating Inuyasha for… Not that long at all. She'd wait for intercourse, but her desires and curiosities were outrageous. It occurred to her that she'd slowly begun to calm down since laying on the couch. She was no longer uber-pissed at her friends for leaving, she was more or less understanding. It was normal for this to happen- be pissed one second, than totally fine after an hour or so of heavy thinking. Maury helped. It was akward to have violated herself with the sound of, “IT IS YO BABY! YOU IS THE DADDY!” resounding in the background. She smirked at the thought.

; Another fifteen minutes went by and she became very tired watching TV. It was about 2:30 when she realized she was probably going to take a nap. Before passing out, she made a small trip to her mom's bedroom and retrieved the phone (after putting her pants back on, that is). It took her about ten minutes to drift off into a heavy sleep, cuddled up under the covers. It would have taken five had her wrists not been totally killing her, but she dealt. By the time she was to wake up, she'd be totally over the drug situation, hopefully. And hopefully they'd come pick her up. She doubted it, but anything's possible. Sango did say they'd call. Well, all she could do was wait.

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3 hours later

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Kagome felt herself being shaken lightly. “Kagome? Honey?” it was her mother's voice. She opened her eyes to the sight of her mom standing there with a couple of grocery bags and a concerned look. “Sweetie, it's winter break and you're at home… sleeping! What's going on?”

“Oh, I um…” she stretched and yawned, having slept for a few hours. She was in dire need of water. Dehydration is common for heavy sleepers. “I don't know. I guess I wasn't really in the mood to hang out all day. What's that?” she quickly changed the subject, gesturing to the groceries.

“Just some groceries. I figured we didn't have any.”

The phone rang.

“That's probably for you.” Her mother leaned down and kissed her forehead, then walked off towards the kitchen. Kagome groaned and clicked “Talk”.

“Hello?”

“Kagome! Hey. It's Sango. Hey, do you want us to come get you? We're going to go to Miroku's grandpa's house. It's like a mansion over there.”

Kagome sighed and felt her wrist almost pulsate from a painful reminder that she'd sprained it. However, it felt a bit better. She decided not to act mad at her friends, rather, embrace the fact that she had them. “That's cool. When?”

“Well, we're leaving here in like ten minutes. We'll swing by.” She sounded so cheerful. Sango normally sounded drained out and whack when she was high. Could it be possible that she didn't smoke that day?

“Okay, cool.” She got up and walked to her room, listening to the popping sounds of her legs as they adjusted to moving again. She searched around her room for something cute to wear. Something that would make her friends think, damn, I want to be seen with her.

She ended up finding a black and gray plaid miniskirt, which she threw on over knee-high black socks. Foolish for the weather, but cute. She than pulled on a tight, long-sleeved black thermal with a typical Jack Skellington face printed on the chest, than a warmer coat than before. She needed her top to make up for her legs that were going to freeze on her way to the car. She cringed when her arms started to pain her again, but it was pain that she was quickly able to get over. After throwing some boots on and calling out to her mother that she would be out late, she walked out the front door.

The gang pulled up five minutes later, blaring Pantera. Inuyasha and Miroku were sitting in the back, as usual. She sat up in front by Sango and closed the door. That's when she smelled- no, saw- a cigarette.

Sango smiled and waved at her with the cigarette hand. She was holding… smoking, a cigarette. “Sango, since when did you smoke?” Kagome was slightly outraged. Sango grimaced. “Ah, fuck. I didn't tell you…?” she took a drag and flicked it out the window. “It isn't an addiction… It makes me feel warm and keeps me from wanting to get high.”

“Sango, weed isn't half as bad or addicting as nicotine!” Kagome crossed her arms. She almost stepped out of the car. But it was worth a listen. Sango did some stupid shit. She'd had a self-inflicted abortion that morning, technically. And here she was smoking cigarettes. She's a regular decorated teen badass…

“I know. Did you know one joint is the equivalent of a whole pack of cigarettes? That's fucking true, look it up. Don't get pissed at me. I've only smoked two cigarettes before this, and I normally get high every day. Which is terrible for you. I'm trying not to smoke as much pot.” She began to drive steadily down the icy street.

Kagome felt like she was about to explode. “You do realize you sound like a fucking dumbass, right?” she stated bluntly. She felt Inuyasha's hand on her shoulder, rubbing, which she didn't acknowledge.

“If you're going to flip out, I'll drop you back off, Kagome.” She slammed on the breaks and looked over at Kagome with piercing eyes. It made her want to vomit. Every time she spoke, smoke flowed freely out of her lips. Cancer, she thought. Fucking cancerous smoke. “You're going to drop me off because YOU are making an ass out of yourself. Great.”

“How the fuck am I making an ass out of myself?”

“LOOK at yourself! You're sitting there sucking nicotine whilst simultaneously talking about how bad weed is for you!” she began to freak out. This was fucking her over. If Sango kicked her out of the car, she wouldn't be able to “be friends” with her or Miroku until they started to swallow their pride.

“I didn't say it was GOOD for me to be smoking cigarettes. But it's like, a once or twice a day thing, and that isn't even half as bad for you as smoking one joint is. Its two fucking cigarettes. Sometimes one. For a week now.”

“Sure, it's one or two now. Wait until you get-”

“Addicted, right? Fucking rich.” She paused the iPod. “I don't get addicted to shit. This is my fucking body.” She took a huge drag and exhaled. “If you're gonna bitch all night, then get out of the car, okay.” She looked out the window, draping her hand out and flicking the ashes onto the wet pavement. Miroku and Inuyasha were completely silent in the back. Suddenly Kagome felt as if it was the most awkward moment in her life. She had to swallow her pride. There was nothing she could do.

“…Whatever. I don't care. Just go.”

Sango was right. The house was huge. It was a mansion, about a half hour away from her house out in the woods. It was a massive wooden house tucked away at the end of a long driveway, lit up on only the bottom floor. It made Kagome wonder if they ever even used the top floor. Maybe the house was just an ornament in some rich guy's life. When they had gotten out and walked up the walkway to the door, there were two golden statues of the Buddha on either side. Miroku was quick to grasp the golden door-knocker and hit the door twice. The sound it made was ridiculously loud.

Kagome smiled when Inuyasha came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He was so warm… she nuzzled into the feeling. She could feel him stroking her upper arm on one side, than nuzzling his face down into the crook of her shoulder. “Hey gorgeous. You okay?” he mumbled gently. She felt herself get warm all over. “Mhm.” Was her quiet response.

The large wooden door creaked open quietly. Kagome was shocked to see a very short old man with a long white beard standing at the door in golden ceremonial robes. He held a pipe in one hand and inhaled deeply on it. “Ahh, Miroku.” The two bowed to each other, then hugged and laughed as if it was some sort of a “joke on him”.

“Grandfather, how have you been?” he responded kindly. His grandfather chuckled. “Well, I have been wonderful. I see you have brought Inuyasha! And is that… Ms. Sango? I haven't seen you in what seems like years.” He shook Inuyasha's hand and didn't physically acknowledge Sango, seeing as she was a woman.

“Oh, I know. I'm back in the picture.” Sango smiled. “Oh, and this is Kagome, Inuyasha's girlfriend. Can we go and use your movie theater room?” she didn't even make a slight gesture towards Kagome, she just walked past her and into the old man's house, Miroku following. He was clearly a very heavy Buddhist. Kagome frowned at Sango's behavior, but got over it.

“Please, Ms. Kagome! Inuyasha! Make yourself at home here. You are more than welcome to any of my sake, my opium, or any of my other housing ornaments. I will be meditating in the main hall. Please do not disturb me for the next few hours.”

Kagome stared at Inuyasha with wide eyes, mouthing, `Opium?!' as clearly as clear could be. He shrugged with a grin. “The man's a party brother.”

“Why is this the first time I've heard of this place?” she grabbed his arm and began to walk with him down one of the halls. She didn't know where she was going, but he seemed to want to allow them to any of his house.

“I kind of forgot about it, I haven't been here in like six months. Where are we going?” he looked down and smiled at her. She shrugged. “I figured we'd find a room or something… And just, you know.” Her voice quivered. “We could talk, or…”

“Kags, didn't we just talk about this? I never meant to make you feel like I was forcing you into a sexual relationship.”

“I know. I wouldn't be with you if I felt like you were forcing me into anything.” She smiled cutely. “Anything that I do, or you do, from now on, is because I allow it to and WANT it to. And who even said I was trying to do something like that?” she put her hands on her hips. “You assume it. Thus making me feel like you demand something.”

“I'm not demanding… anything, Kagome. I'm a guy. Things come to mind.” He placed his hand on her lower back and stroked little circles. Kagome nodded and looked down. “Well, I kind of just want you to… you know, hold me. I like when you hold me.” She smiled and blushed.

“Well, I like holding you, love.” He pulled her into an embrace. “I could do this for weeks.” He kissed her head. She shuddered. “Let's find a place to lay down.”

“Okay, sounds like a plan, Stan.”

On the second floor, Miroku and Sango lay on a large circular bag of cotton called a “Love Sac”, facing each other. A single tear rolled down Sango's cheek, which he wiped off with his thumb. “Baby… they're going to find out about this. You already lied about it… I mean, what else can you do?” he whispered. She shook her head. “I don't fucking know… I can't tell Kagome I was just smoking earlier because of how stressed this is making me. Now she thinks I'm a fucking nicotine addict. That was my first cigarette, and think of how much harm it did!” she started to sob, tears flowing down her face. She took his hand and placed it on her stomach. “This is going to ruin my life.”

“No, no… Sango, if you just tell them the truth, they can help you. I'm going to help you. Everyone's going to help you. You can't keep it hidden, it's just going to make you miserable. I don't want that for you, baby…”

“Why didn't I just get that fucking pill?! I am such a fucking idiot! I am so fucking stupid…It's too late now!” she cried, burying her face in his chest and bawling. He pulled her close and stroked her back. “It's okay, Sango… I'm here… It's okay.”

She wept and wept. Her mind was so fragile she couldn't see. She was afraid of everything… everything.

“What the fuck am I going to do…?”

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UPDATE 5/29: Okay, so I have reviewers wondering how Sango would know if she was pregnant so soon. I'm here to let you know that she wouldn't. There's no way of being able to tell if you're pregnant for around two weeks after the sex itself happened. They're assuming the worst, and most teenage girls would. I know I once had unprotected sex with my boyfriend- ONCE- when I was on my period (gag all you want, it's going to happen.) and I fucking PANICKED afterwards, thinking I was going to get pregnant when it's CLOSE to impossible to get pregnant whilst on your period. Anyway, that's your TMI for the day. Sango isn't officially sure if she's preggers because it's impossible to tell. But she's panicking because she knows that she's not taking any further action to nip it in the bud. Smoking that cigarette was her way of thinking it could potentially kill anything down there. But she flicked it out the window when it was still halfway smoked through because she didn't want to hurt any possible life inside of her. Trust me, I'm pretty damn smart. I know she wouldn't know if she were pregnant yet, they're assuming.

THANK YOU reviewers! =D!

Thank you to those of you who have helped motivate me to write this story. I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. I'll try to update as soon as I can.

-Kaytee