A/N: So The Drug Game is my first Inuyasha fic! It has been a work in progress for some years now (as you can see from the published date smh lol) but I'm making an effort to continue with it. I'm now in the process of writing Chapter 5, but for now I've revised Chapters 1-4. On that note I hope you guys give me some feedback and REVIEW after you've read each chapter! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters... this goes for all the chapters!

The Drug Game

Chapter 1

The Family Business

Inuyasha's POV

I'm curious… Who's the guy that said drugs are bad? I'd really like to meet the person who persuaded most of the world that taking drugs resulted in some inevitable demise. I mean, in actuality they're quite helpful. What do you think assists the mentally ill, or assuages an injured person's pain?

Yeah, faith and belief and a little therapy surely have something to do with it, but I can guarantee you one thing: the drugs those people take help a hell of a lot more.

And sadly we live in a greedy fucking world, so everyone can't afford the medical stuff—the crème de la crème. In cases such as those, people like me jump into the picture.

I'm Inuyasha, and I'm a drug dealer.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not claiming to be some twisted Adderall pushing Robin Hood. I'm probably the furthest thing from a Robin Hood you'll meet. I could give two damns about the people who actually need drugs to benefit their health. That wasn't my problem at all. My only concern had to be the money they were handing over.

Now, it's not like I just randomly decided one day to start selling drugs. That's far from my situation. It's a family business—I do it because my father, my mother, and my older brother are big names in the drug game. Maybe one of these days I'll make a big name for myself, too.

It all started with my great grandpa, who began the Takahashi dynasty. He wasn't a rich man at all—barely could afford to put a meal on his kid's tables. It wasn't until he met an infamous drug lord, Onigumo, that he got involved. But my great gramps was a vindictive, cold-hearted bastard who'd seen too much cruelty in this world to give a fuck about being kind to anybody.

So, ruthlessly, he killed Onigumo and took control of the game.

Ever since then, the Takahashi family has been the go-to people for the purest of pure drugs that could take you to that place… That place that helps you escape reality and all of your problems.

My father got a taste of how the business worked at a young age. His father, my grandpa, didn't want anything to do with the business, and when he chose to run away, my dad decided to stay with his grandpa, because as soon as he got a glimpse of the money he could have, there was no turning back for him. My great grandpa wasn't going to let all of his hard work go to waste, either, so he drilled into my father everything he had learned over the years: how to obtain the drugs; how and where to stash them; how to weigh your merchandise; how to interact with all sorts of people and build alliances; how to, most importantly, be devoid of emotion so the money could continue to pile up and so the Takahashi's had total control.

After my great grandpa died, my father worked ten times as hard to make sure we stayed afloat. He gained officials all over Tokyo and even celebrities as clients, and quickly became the most powerful family around. We truly ran the city.

When my father met my mother, she was enrolled at Tokyo University as math major. Tons of wealthy companies scouted her like she was an athlete, offering her well paid jobs as a personal accountant and financial adviser, but her life took an unexpected turn upon the arrival of my father. She was a real goodie-goodie before him who had never touched a joint in her life. But when my father, suave and debonair, came and swept her off of her feet, she couldn't resist him. I was told the first time he showed her marijuana, she almost refused until she decided to do it just because she loved my father that much.

Midway through her second semester senior year, she dropped out of college and became the sole accountant for the Takahashi family. We couldn't always trust banks, since we knew everything about the people who worked there. My mother seemed perfectly content with her life and tried not to let the drugs bother her… or entice her anymore.

My brother Sesshomaru wouldn't dare smoke or try any of the drugs he sold. Much like my great grandfather, it was all business and no fun for him. He was the perfect businessman, and an even better drug dealer. Now that our father was getting older, Sesshomaru dealt with the high-class business officials who didn't want to taint their name with their unhealthy drug habits. They made sure to keep our wallets fat.

As for me, I dealt with teens and college kids. They related to me more since I was still in high school, and besides, I was always good company to keep after they bought it. Unlike my brother, I didn't mind smoking a few doobies and getting high. I loved feeling like I was floating on air. Floating away from my family and the business and existing in some far away Narnia where fucked up kids like me could escape their lives for nothing but air.

Being a drug dealer, working side-by-side with Sesshomaru and carrying on the Takahashi legacy is what they expected me to do when I graduated. Sure, I could go to college and pretend to be free, but my main priority had to be the drug game.

Which wasn't so bad. I mean... I got a lot of chicks... and I loved the chicks. And always having money was nice—if I opted to leave, I'd surely never have access to my hefty trust fund. But I wasn't sure if this life was what I wanted.

Fuck. I didn't even know what I wanted out of anything.

"Honey, you're high again, aren't you?"

My mother's question reeled me out of mind's meandering paths.

I slowly glanced up from the big bowl of cereal I was staring into. I hadn't even noticed she was standing there. "No."

She sat across from me and I looked at her with incredulous eyes. It was odd, you know? So many people had these images in their heads about what a drug dealer looks like, and when they thought of the women in the game, they imagined that they were either dressed in men's clothes and getting more girls than me, the golddiggers waiting to get a quick buck from their "boyfriend" or the prostitutes they were using, or that chick from that stupid ass show Weeds who was a suburban housewife or whatever. I guess my mom was closest to the last. In her collared, white button down under a pink Ralph Lauren sweater with khaki pants, she appeared to be an average housewife, which was necessary since we lived in such an exclusive neighborhood. She appeared to be the typical soccer mom… but she was so far from that. What did people think when they looked at her? Did they know what she was into?

"Inuyasha, drugs are bad."

I didn't speak, but in my mind I wanted to yell at the blatant hypocrisy of her statement.

"Honey, you really should stop using them. It's just not good for you."

OUR ENTIRE FAMILY LEGACY WAS BUILT ON SELLING DRUGS! I wanted to shout, but instead I stared at the clock over the oven. "School started an hour ago."

She glanced over as well. "Yes, it did. But you're not going until your high goes down. You can barely function right now. I swear, I don't want you smoking anymore, okay honey? They call it a gateway drug for a reason, and don't give me that plant excuse! Ah, that's why I came in here! Don't forget to make sure you grab the package your father put in the red backpack before you leave. You know what to do: make your usual rounds, be sure they buy everything they requested. Your brother weighed it already, so you don't have to worry about that, not that you'd be able to right now. Go drink some water so you can go to school." She leaned across the table and kissed my cheek with a loving grin. "Love you, honey!"

Her contradictory words baffled me. Her ditzy behavior confused me, too. She wasn't a ditz. She was a fucking genius.

My mother left me sitting there, my mind fizzling from the weed I had smoked a little while earlier. "I've got to get out of this backwards house." I mumbled in disbelief, standing up and going to my room. I grabbed the backpack my mother spoke about and checked inside to make sure all of my merchandise was there. Had the Zoloft, Xanax, ecstasy, Adderall, and of course the marijuana, which was all that I was allowed to sell at the moment. Sesshomaru dealt the heavier, more addictive drugs.

He's the one who could feel no remorse for doing that to people… I wasn't quite there yet.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out while rubbing my bloodshot eyes. "What's up?"

"Hey Yash. It's Miroku, man."

"What's up?" I repeated.

"Got some people lined up, wondering where you are, bro."

"I'm on my way. Gotta get my head on straight, though."

"Yeah, I understand. I'll see you here in a bit. Gotta tell these hungry fiends to chill out a little." He said with a laugh before hanging up the phone. Miroku was my right-hand man. His great grandfather was a close friend and an employee of sorts to my great grandfather. Now Miroku was fulfilling the role that his father and grandfather refused—they didn't like the drug game, and neither did Miroku, really. He just loved the money and girls that it got him, liked it way more than I did.

I zipped the red backpack up and rushed down the stairs and out to the garage, where I hopped in the black Escalade and took my time to school. This was what I liked about smoking the most… It relaxed my mind and gave me time to think about everything… about my purpose in this world.

I mean, seriously, what was I doing here? Is my purpose on Earth to sell weed? I didn't like taking advantage of people's addiction… but it kept food on my table, and it was a family business. I grew up learning that everything we did was for the family. I couldn't abandon them for my own hopes and dreams, whatever those are.

I'd pay the price for that.

I pulled into my usual spot and sat there quietly for a long moment. Finally I grabbed by backpack and jumped out of the car. As soon as I did this, a skittish little ninth grader rushed up to me. "Hey Inuyasha! I heard you sell something for anxiety. Can I get a hook up?"

I glared at him fiercely. "Did you seriously just approach me in public like you don't have any fucking sense?" I asked calmly.

Fear replaced his eagerness. "S-sorry. I… I-I don't really know how this works. I-I have a test next period and I need to calm my nerves a little. I've gotta get a good grade, man."

"And I'm unaware of when that became my problem." I said sarcastically, brushing by the little kid and heading up to the school building. The hallways were bustling with movement, and everyone looked at me as I entered.

"Hey Yasha." A girl said seductively, bringing a much needed smile to my face. She took this as a cue to sidle up beside me. "Baby, I've been thinking about you ever sense you took me for that ride."

"I tried not to cringe at her calling me baby. It sounded disgusting rolling off her tongue. Instead I opted for a cocky smirk. "Huh, you liked riding, didn't you?"

She bit her lip. "I'd like to ride again if you'd let me."

I looked down at her and noticed she was wearing the diamond stud earrings that I gave her after the wild night we had. I loved to see my conquests wearing the shit I got for them. "They look good on you."

Her eyes brightened at the mention of her earrings. "It's your good taste, Yasha." She leaned forward and tried to kiss my cheek, but I pulled away. She knew I wasn't with that PDA bull. "Sorry." She mumbled.

"It's alright, it's alright." I said, sliding my hand to rest on the small of her back. "Why don't you meet me in the abandoned gym in like fifteen minutes? I've got to run a few errands, and I'll be right there."

"Sure." She smiled happily and rushed over to her friends, who squealed happily and ran off with her somewhere.

"My man. Always getting girls whenever you need them." Miroku appeared beside me, and I pounded fists with him.

"Yep, gotta get it in and then get out." I said with a laugh. "Guess who I learned that from?"

He laughed and exclaimed with a clap on my shoulder, "I taught you well, my boy!" We shared a laugh before he leaned against the locker and looked around. The shift in mood and his voice dropping low let me know it was time to talk business. "So you know that lawyer Don Matthews? Well, his son approached me earlier today and is willing to drop major cash to get some of that good stuff Sesshomaru's wielding. I acted like I didn't have a clue what he was talking about, of course, because I don't know if we can trust him."

"Thanks bro. I'll hit up Sesshomaru about that. I'm bout to go to Principal Myouga to deliver his treats. I got high with him in his office once… that man is crazy, and not in the fun sense, either. He is literally out of his mind."

"Dude, he's like that before he smokes the pot." Miroku said with a laugh before pushing himself off of the locker. "Catch you later, man!"

I made my round to Principal Myouga's office. The secretary had a vague clue what was going on whenever I visited the principal, but she didn't say anything, primarily because I knew that she was cheating on her husband with a client of mine who was also a student at the school. If she snitched, my family could ruin her and easily put her in jail. She knew this all too well after my father paid her a visit.

"Hey, Myouga," I said as I walked into the office. "What's going on?"

He looked up from his computer and shook his shoulders, as if hyping himself up for what I was about to provide him. "Hey Inuyasha. I noticed that your physics grade has gotten really low. You're on the brink of getting an F."

"And you're on the brink of not paying me." I retaliated. "Besides, I thought my grades were a freebie if I provided you with some goods."

I dropped my backpack on his desk and handed him a dime. As he sniffed it, he said, "Yeah, well Mr. Yoto isn't pro-drugs, and he doesn't give a shit that you're selling to me. He doesn't know that you're selling to me. He's clueless like most of the teachers around here and is going to grade you accordingly. So either you need to cheat or not give a damn that you're failing."

Of course I gave a damn. "Then I don't give a damn."

"Cool, cool. Well…" He handed me his money and I counted it before shoving it into a compartment in my backpack. "Alright. Let me hide this. Some new student is enrolling today, and her mother's bringing her, so…" He rolled his shoulders back several times while simultaneously rolling his neck around, "I've got to put on my persona!"

"Whatever old man. Catch you when you need a refill." I began to turn the knob on his door but turned back to him. He had his nose in the baggie and was sniffing with a goofy grin on his face. He loved the California kush. "Hey, can't you just change around the grades in the computer after my teachers submit them?"

Myouga scrunched his nose. "I'm old! I'm not computer savvy."

I shook my head, wondering how or why he became a principal. I walked out of his office and headed out of the academic building. I looked at my watch and saw that twenty minutes had passed. I'm sure the girl whose name I could not remember was getting the mats in the gym ready for us.

As I rushed down the steps, I noticed a girl and an older woman walking towards the academic building, both of them laughing pleasantly. The older woman was very attractive, and I was assuming she was the younger one's mother. But the younger one… my God I hadn't seen such an attractive girl in a long time. She had dark ebony hair that fell down her back and the brightest brown eyes that seemed sparkle under the bright sun.

She was heart wrenchingly beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes away.

When they walked by, she noticed my stare and smiled at me. "Hi." She spoke politely.

I lifted my head in acknowledgement and watched as the two entered the school and disappeared. Damn, was I under a spell?

"Don't start acting like a sissy over a girl," I mumbled to myself as I rounded the corner of the school and entered the gym.

"Is that you, Yasha?" The girl said in a sexy tone, making me forget all about the new chick that I had just seen. I was about to get laid. I couldn't occupy my mind with some random girl who happened to perhaps be the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

I shook my head of the thought and found the girl laid out on the mats, clothes already splayed around her. Her naked body was all I needed to distract my mind. Yeah, this is what I should be focused on.

I was disgusted.

Disgusted with her and definitely disgusted with myself.

"You want some more?" She asked as she rolled over and ran her hand down my bare chest. "I can do whatever you want me to."

I shoved her off, stood up, and grabbed my clothes and backpack, heading towards the abandoned locker rooms. "Nah, I'm good. Thanks for the good time."

"S-sure, sure. Whenever. So… baby, do you want me to come to your place today? We can hang out…"

I shot her a look. "No, we can't. And don't call me baby."

The hurt look that came across her face was the same look she shot me last time I had said the exact same thing to her. Why was she even here? "O-okay Inuyasha. I'll catch you later." She mumbled as she pulled her skirt and tank top back on.

I went into the locker room and took a quick shower before dressing in my clothes again. I was halfway tempted to light up, but knew I couldn't smoke what was meant to be sold. With a shake of my head, I rushed back out of the gym just as someone was trying to enter.

It was the innocent-eyed girl I saw from earlier. What was she doing back here?

"H-hi!" She said with a laugh. "It's you! The boy from earlier."

I couldn't help but smile at her. Her laugh was infectious. "Yeah, it's me."

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Inuyasha." Why did I sound to eager to answer? Whose voice was that?

"Hi Inuyasha. I'm Kagome." She held out her hand and I shook it uncertainly. Did girls often offer to shake hands or was I really that old-fashioned? Maybe I was just used to girls throwing themselves at me.

"Kagome. What're you doing back here?"

She looked at her schedule. "Well, my schedule says that I have gym this period, and when I came in I saw this building with 'Gymnasium' written across it so I assumed that this is where my class would be." She glanced inside. "I guess I was wrong, huh?"

I laughed. "Yeah, a little off. It's been abandoned for about fifteen years now."

"Ah, well that doesn't help your case much." She smirked. "What're you doing out here?"

"Honestly?" I said, and she nodded her head with that sweet smile of hers. "This gym is a common hookup place for the students here."

A knowing look crossed her face. "Ah, I see. So you were back here hooking up with some innocent girl, huh?"

"Ha. She wasn't so innocent, Kagome."

She laughed, and I was happy that she wasn't a judgmental girl who thought she was above things like what I had just done. "Well, I hope you had fun, Inuyasha."

"I've had better days." I admitted.

She clasped her hands behind her back and rocked on her heels, unsure of what to say. That's more like it, I told myself. Speechless was something I came to expect from the girls I talked to. "Well, I guess I'll go find my way to my next class. It was nice talking to you though, Inuyasha."

What happened next was something I didn't expect from myself...

"Hey, I actually take gym next period. I usually don't go, but I can make an exception if I'm helping you out." I told her while thinking, What the hell am I doing?

"Ah, you don't have to if you weren't going… but I'd really appreciate that."

"Sure, no problem." I said. I began to lead her back towards the academic building, opting to take the longer route so I could spend more time with her. She seemed interesting though she had spoken nothing of herself. "So what grade are you in?"

Please don't let her be a freshman. "I am a junior." Yes! "What about you?"

"Senior. Almost out of this hellhole."

"Congrats," she said sweetly. "I know you're excited. You know, I would ask what college you're going to or what your plans are after graduation, but I understand how annoying that gets. My friend is a senior and she told me that she hates it when people constantly ask you what your next step is."

I laughed. "Yeah, it gets a bit tiring, but I'll tell you. I'll probably go to Tokyo University, but I may not go to college at all. Not sure if it's for me or not yet."

"I've heard that it's not for everybody… It's for me, definitely."

"Is it?"

"It definitely is. I've got to get away from home." She admitted, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes. "I love my mom and my little brother with all of my heart, but… I'm trapped, you know? I want to spread my wings and be myself."

"You don't think you know who you are?"

"I know I don't." She answered, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. "I know I don't."

"Do any of us, really?" I joined in. Shit, I was still kind of high, so I could only hope that I wouldn't start spewing conspiracy theories. "I mean, my family has these expectations of me, you know? They want me to be somebody that I'm not sure I want to be… and why the fuck am I telling you this?"

She laughed and stopped walking, looking up at me with furrowed brows. "I was wondering the same thing, except in reverse. I mean, I was curious as to why I was telling you stuff."

"Weeeird." I said, stretching the word for emphasis and raising an eyebrow with pursed lips jokingly.

"Yes, very peculiar." She copied my face and we laughed, picking up our pace again. "But, I must say, I've never felt so comfortable talking to someone in a very long time."

I was quiet for a long moment before I looked down at her. "Yeah, me too."

Kagome opened the double doors we were approaching, and she laughed when she realized where we were. "Inuyasha, we could've just walked from the old gym to the new one. They're right beside each other."

I grinned. "I wanted to spend more time with you."

She shook her head. "Well, I'm glad you did. It was nice getting to know you." She rubbed her hands together before waving. "Catch you later?"

"Yeah, sure."

Kagome walked over to the gym teacher, who guided her to the locker room.

"And you're staring after the new girl." Someone said from beside me.

I looked up to see Miroku grinning at me. "Yeah, I am."

"She's hot as hell. Damn, I haven't seen a body like that in a long time."

"And it's covered up, too!" I added, and we both laughed.

"Mm, when you're finished, I'll be glad to take your leftovers." Miroku patted my back before he went off towards some random chick, who flirted shamelessly, even allowing him to brush against her breasts.

Damn, these girls didn't have any pride these days… but Kagome seemed different. I didn't notice at first, but now that I talked to Miroku about it, it was pretty amazing how we could tell she had an amazing body even though she merely wore some skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and some classic Chucks.

I could only imagine how amazing she'd look dressed up… or all the way down.

"Psst. Inuyasha." Someone whispered from under the bleachers. I looked over and saw one of my most reliable customers. I walked underneath when no one was paying attention and saw Koji, one of the most amazing jocks in Tokyo at the moment. He was a really good guy, just dumber than your less than Average Joe. It's why he needed the Adderall. "What's up bro?"

I pounded fists with the boy and said, "Nothing man. I've got your usual."

"Great. Appreciate this, man. Means a lot."

"Glad to help you." I said as I pulled out a prescription bottle with a printed label that the Takahashi's illegal pharmacist printed out for all of our illegal clients. It made the transactions more legit. Shaking the bottle so he could hear its contents, I said, "Same price, man."

He handed me the $200 and smiled guiltily at me. "Thanks." He walked away, his shoulders slightly slumped as if he still couldn't believe he was buying from me even though he'd been doing it for two years now.

I swallowed down my thoughts of regret and sympathy, remembering that I had to refrain from personal emotion. Instead, I walked out from behind the bleachers and stretched my arms wide, releasing all the tension that I felt building in my shoulders and neck.

Damn, I needed some weed.

I watched Kagome walk out of the gym in the uniform. Instead of wearing the tight shirt and short shorts like the other girls tended to do, she was wearing the optional sweatpants and a shirt a size too big.

She was gorgeous.

She looked around and caught my eye. Most girls bashfully looked away but she just stared back, a friendly smile coming onto her face. Just as she took a step in my direction, however, Sango stopped her and began a conversation, the two getting absorbed in whatever they were talking about. Kagome was making friends easily, something that I could never do. Between the girls flinging themselves at me, and the majority of folks generally fearing it, it was difficult.

I watched as she interacted with Sango, and felt the tension in my neck and shoulders slightly release.

Was Kagome my new drug?

I shook out my arms, hating that these thoughts were so abruptly running rampant in my turned. I turned around and walked out of the gym. I was only there because I wanted to see Kagome, which was bizarre for me. I'd never felt this way about a girl, especially one as cool and layback and innocent as Kagome. She probably wouldn't understand my life… my future career.

I surely didn't want her to find out about it.

Hell, keeping my distance from her was probably the best thing to do. If I got close and she found out about my family business, then she'd probably leave me. And I wasn't the kind of person who took abandonment very well. So I avoided it at all costs.

As I strolled down the hallway, backpack slung over my shoulder, I knew that forgetting Kagome was a necessity for my sanity.

A/N: So this is the revised Chapter 1. Every chapter up to Chapter 4 will be revised (since those are the ones I've published to this point). There aren't many grammatical errors or anything, but I've grown as a writer, I'd like to believe lol, so because I'm choosing to continue with this story, I don't want discrepancies in my writing style. I like consistency! But anyway please drop me a REVIEW! Let me know what you think! I love to have feedback.