ONE
I took a long drag of the weed that was burning precariously close to my fingers.
"Kagome, you're gonna burn your fingers," Shippo said woozily from the concrete windowsill. He crushed out his cigarette and threw it down the two-story drop from the old broken window into the thin, spikey brush below.
"I honestly don't care, Shippo. Can't feel the fuckers anyway." Despite my nonchalance, I pinched out the blunt and flicked it across the baren, graffiti-laden floors.
He sighed, blowing out the last of his smoke and rubbing his hands quickly together. Shippo had spikey orange hair that tipped a couple inches or so off of his head, showing off his wide, pale yellow eyes. The weed mixed his features together a bit and sent off a weird rim around my vision.
"Gome, if InuYasha or Koga catches you in here again, we're all fucked." He pointed to Hikaru and Kaoru who were smoking on the opposite side of the stairs' wall, taking swigs of hard whiskey and Honata who was staring at her skirt as her mind tripped on salvia.
I snorted. "Shippo, right now Koga's in New York with InuYasha, to keep him out of trouble, doing some bullshit. We're fine."
He glared. "And if Onigumo sees us in here?" Onigumo was my asshole neighbor who always ratted me out to my mom in a desparate attempt to get my mom to make me date him. He was a prick.
"He's at his Grandma's house in Tokyo." I pulled out some catnip that was in my pocket and started nibbling on it.
Shippo shook his head, and it seemed almost slow-mo.
"You worry too much, Koko kitty. I plan my shit... care.. care... carefully." I drawled. My mind was slowing down, letting the drugs take effect. The pictures of people getting shot and giant penises began to move around and twist on the walls.
Hikaru and Kaoru looked over at me with heavy eyes. The twins. They lived a few blocks away in the lower-income side of Honajoshuji, my current hometown. Hikaru had long black hair that covered his amber eyes, usually hidden with a large backwards red hat. Kaoru looked similar but was taller and thinner, and his pants were usually camo and hung loosely around his underwear. Kaoru's hair was his natural orange color.
Honata was just some stupid bitch as school who came here to get wasted with us. We didn't really talk to her. She had giant, thick-rimmed glasses, no boobs, and always dressed modestly. The steriotypical asian nerd-girl.
And I was Kagome Higurashi, daughter of Ozo, the famous Japanese lawyer. But I ended up a full-blooded demon, something that pissed my mother off to no end since my dad had been out of the picture when she had gotten knocked up. She had some asshole boyfriend, Sasuke. He and Ozo always fought on how Ozo did nothing while he worked his ass off. I would sit in my room and blared my music into my pointy, over-sensitive ears. When it got too loud I would wince but keep it the same.
Kids at school thought that I was a punk-anime girl or a whore. I'm 17 years old, still have my virginity, and think that anime is just stupid bull-shit. I pulled at the straps on my baggy pants, watching them as they began twisting around themselves and growing arms.
I leaned my head back against the old brick wall and stared at the ceiling until the drugs wore off.
I woke up and groaned, looking around. I was cold, and it was really dark and quiet. I sighed, realizing that I had fallen asleep in the mill.
"God damn it," I muttered, Pushing myself up from the cold ground. I blinked, allowing my eyes to quickly adjust. I stiffened as I saw a figure sitting across the room from me.
Jumping up, I arched my back and fingers, ready to attack the figure in my vulnerable state.
The figure huffed. "Oh please, If I wanted to attack you, I would have." I stared at him, not recognizing his older voice.
"Who are you?" I snapped.
The man stood up, letting long, dark, wavy hair fall around him. "Naraku. Naraku Jorogumo." He held up his hand and clenched his fingers, forming an orb of light. I growled at it, not trusting it.
"Oh, be quiet, girl," he drawled.
"What do you want, Jorogumo?" I sneered.
His eyes tightened and he vanished in a whispy puff of purple smoke, along with his orb of light.
I blinked hard and shook my head. An after effect of the weed? I nipped my arm and the pain cleared my mind quickly.
Taking out my phone, I checked for missed calls. 9 missed calls from Kagome. I listened to the 3 messages she left in my inbox.
"Gome, it's mom. It's 6 o'clock and you aren't home yet. Where are you? Give me a call back. Bye."
That was three hours ago.
"Kagome, it's 7:30 and you till haven't called. Are you okay? Call me as soon as you get this."
And one twenty minutes ago at 9:30.
"Kagome Higurashi, if you don't call me back in half an hour I swear to God I will call your father to come back home and find you."
Breathing deeply and evenly, I called her back as I put my lighter and wallet back in my pocket and ran down the old wooden stairs.
"Hello?" my mom's voice came over breathless on the other line.
"Hey, mom. It's me. Sorry, Shippo and I were studying at his house and I fell asleep. My phone was on, I don't know why I didn't hear it."
Ozo was silent for a few moments.
"...Mom?"
"Kagome, that is the biggest load of horse shit if I've ever heard one. I called Shippo and he said that you weren't with him and he didn't know where the hell you were, and that was half an hour ago."
I rolled my eyes as I hopped on my bike and rode slowly home. "Calm down, I'm on my way now."
"I can smell the weed on your breath from here." The line went dead and I swore at her.
