Disclaimer: I own nothing InuYasha!
A Run for Your Money
Prologue
By: Ashley Dawn
"Must you be so difficult?" my mother growled. I rolled my eyes, now wasn't the time I felt like dealing with her and her personality. Her hopes fell into other categories with me, but never within the dream that I was working to fulfill. She declared that she, nor any other family member, would help me if I was decided to waste money to do such a stupid thing. "Why can't you just be like your sister Ayame, and do something useful with your life rather than something useless?"
"I'm going to go now Mom." I mumbled before hanging up the phone. I was training for business in college in hopes of one day owning a small hotel. Maybe my mother was right, maybe my dream was a stupid waste of time. I looked around at the two storey house I was currently standing in. It was completely empty and not very nice looking at all. The house was a constant reminder of my solitude. At twenty one years old I shouldn't be alone in a grungy looking house, I should be out with the rest of my friends, flirting and partying. But I wasn't, I aimed higher than that, and with my determination I wasn't bound to stop. Even if it took me to the end of my life I wasn't bound to stop.
I glanced at the clock on my living room wall, above the horridly small television. It was almost time to be getting to work. My mother, with plenty of states between us to block the truth from her ears, would have a heart attack if she knew my current job. She thought that I was working at both the local Starbucks and the local library but that was so much further away from my occupation than she would ever know. I observed myself in the mirror. I had the greenest eyes and sunset colored hair (streaks of golden blonde and several oranges mixed together). My skin was always at least lightly tan and there was a small sprinkle of adorable brown freckles on the bridge of my nose. I was very thin with God-proportioned curves, courtesy to my mother.
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The music pounded in my ears as I walked out on the stage. It was just me and the dancing pole now. I closed my eyes and moved my body to the beat, slipping my mini skirt slowly down my butt. When I had first became a stripper I was scared and nervous. Now, I was so used to it all: the music, the men, the dancing, and the loss of clothes... that it didn't even bother me. Besides, the girls I worked with made everything so much better. I loved the girls, they became like sisters to me.
Koga POV
The room was now foggy and I laughed, over absolutely nothing. InuYasha took another hit and then Miroku, then finally me. It was no exaggeration to say that us boys with happier with weed. Marijuana clamed us down and it was like a relaxer. It was a magical substance that was meant to be used to sooth the soul. In the back ground, one of Bob Marley's songs was blasting from the stereo. If my dad ever knew what I was doing he'd kill me, and so would my step mom.
They'd bitch me to death, saying how I was too rich with too high of expectations to act so stupid. I would become the leader over the business someday and they didn't want the legacy crashing and burning because of me. I never wanted to the stupid job position though, it wasn't something I wanted. I wasn't ready to grow up and start worrying over such stupid things anyway. I was so high that even I knew it would be stupid to take another hit. I laid back on my floor and stared at the ceiling with my eyelids half drooping over my intense blue eyes.
This hypnotic state wouldn't last, I knew that, and it scared me. I didn't want to return to how it was before/without weed. Bob Marley's song was a lullaby to me and I set my cell phone alarm to wake me up when I would be having my monthly meeting and chat with my father. He was too busy to bother with me any other time, and I honestly didn't want him in my life to curse me for all my sins and disobedience. Once a month was the best option for the both of us, even though that seemed like a hard deal to keep sometimes.
Aiko Ookami was my successful father. He looked exactly almost exactly like me, his face a little worn but still looking about twenty. My father didn't need surgery, the youth stuck with him. He owned several clubs, several family restaurants, and even a few hotels that brought in millions per year. He was strict yet funny, charming and sweet, determined and stubborn, but cold hearted and strong.
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"What do you wanna talk about this time?" I sighed although I knew it would be dealing with my future, it always dealt with my life. He'd list expectations, give me some suggestions, and then we would ignore everything until the next month when the cycle would repeat. The meetings that my father held between us were pointless lectures that I had gotten used to.
"Koga, we're going to send you to college where you will be studying business so you'll know how to handle this place. Now, the college is only a few hours away in a different state and I'm sure you'll do fine, son. As long as you try hard enough, everything will be good." He spoke. I agreed. College wouldn't be so bad. I would get to party with hot college girls and enjoy the life, flunking out and not even putting a microscopic scratch in my father's wallet. The only part that bugged me was the difference between InuYasha and Miroku and I. They were my best friends, who else could I smoke weed with that I trusted?
"Is that all?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, bored.
"No. I expect you to have a girlfriend, if not fiancée, by the time that you return. You're a young man Koga, marry as soon as you find somebody respectable. Make sure she's good with money and not just using you, too, because you're obviously not so great with businesses. Of course, your college courses should sharpen you up a little and make matters better." Dad continued.
He wanted me to get a fiancée? Was my dad serious? I wanted to live as a youthful bachelor until I was old and needed to settle down for fear of dying alone. Whatever though, if he wanted a fiancée I would grab a girl and dress her up for the part. Me finding a girl wouldn't be a very hard task.