Chapter 2

I felt the heat from the light by the window. As soon as I opened my eyes I felt the pain. Oh god, this was the only thing I hated about drinking. I quickly closed my eyes and hid under the covers. My head feels like it was hit by a nuclear bomb! Where was I again? Ugh, never mind, thinking causes too much pain as well. As I moved closer to the middle of the bed I felt a warm body next to me. Slowly opening my eyes, making sure to protect them from the evil rays of Satan, I spotted a sleeping Miroku clad only in his boxers. Wait a minute; I didn't sleep with him…did I? No I defiantly would have remembered that part, at least I usually did. Oh well, not the first time I have woken up in his bed. I crawled over to him to lie next to him as I continued to feel the pounding in my cranium. I could still smell his cologne cling to his chest. I took a deep breath and….Oh shit!

Quickly running to the bathroom, I barely made it. Up chucking all that was in my belly. I felt my brain defiantly crack in half as I started to dry heave. Thinking I was close to done I moved back. I closed my eyes and I sat there in the darkness. Damn it. I heard a low moan as Miroku sat up in bed and looked over at me, as I sat in the dark bathroom. He almost fell back in bed as he leaned over to push the curtain button next to his bed. The little clicking from the automatic device sent my brain to trigger my stomach. Fuck….Diving for the toilet I spilled whatever my body thought was left. Feeling my hair raise from my face I spit the last that was in my mouth and leaned back. I looked up to notice a bottle of water and two Tylenol out stretched to him. I gratefully took them and sat there. Feeling as my body calmed and my head continued to pulse.

"Damn your birthday…" I quietly said and closed my eyes. Every year, I swear this happens. Scratch that, every time I go out this happens. You would think I was use to it by now. Noticing that Miroku had made his way downstairs; I was alone.

I heard the ringer of my phone and I cringed. The loud device was next to the bed and that was so far away. Damn it why can't they make phones with legs, it would make us inept very happy. I rose to my wobbly feet and walked over to the annoying device. I looked at the screen with one eye and then pressed talk.

"Hello…" My voice was still scratchy from the ralphing a minute ago but I coughed and tried to clear it.

"Where are you?" I pulled the phone away from ear. Could he be any louder? Fuck.

"I told you, it was Miroku's Birthday. I'm at his house." That wasn't going to make him any happier. Although Miroku has been my friend forever, my father never liked him.

"Come home, now." I smoothed my face out with my hand as I answered.

"Ok whatever; I'll be home in awhile." Before he could protest and demanded me home right that second I clicked the end call button. Now that was over, crawl back in bed. Which is what I did and passed the fuck out.

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A small tender feeling on my neck woke me from my chaotic sleep. I felt a warm body next to me and soft hand on my hips. Wrapping my arms around the figure I could feel every muscle on his bare back. Opening my eyes all I could see was his black locks near my face. His small kisses taking there time on my neck as I emerged from my sleep.

"You certainly know how to wake a girl up." I felt his smile against my neck as he pushed himself off of me. That grin still plastered on his face I rubbed my eyes, now finally feeling the hangover leaving me. Thank god, I don't think my head could take another bombardment of hammers.

"Sorry to ruin the moment but your father's bodyguard is currently in my living room." I groaned and rolled over. My egotistic father couldn't take a hint. Yes she said she would be home later. By now he should know that means I'll be home tomorrow when my head isn't exploding. Throwing the covers back over my head I tried to fall asleep, maybe it was just a bad dream. Miroku grabbed the covers and pulled them off of me. Damn him always has to be the nice guy and listen to the rents…most of the time.

"I tried to get him to go away but that monkey won't until he sees your shining face." I finally sat up and noticed where Miroku's eyes landed. Tracing his gaze I noticed that let alone I wasn't wearing pants but I was only in a bra as well.

"You didn't fuck me while I wasn't looking did you?" I mean I wouldn't put it passed him, but I thought he at least had enough sense to let me enjoy it too. I was fucking wasted last night like I remember anything.

That blunt was good though, speaking of which. I rolled over to the night stand and grabbed the other blunt that was lying on the dresser. Miroku still transfixed by my boobs I lit it up. There was no way in hell I was going home sober.

"Go at least tell him you will be home once you take a shower or something." I exhaled and sighed.

So pushy.

I passed the blunt to him and threw on one of his shirts. He smiled as I walked out the door. Quickly running down stairs I waved to the baboon that was sitting on Miroku's couch. The man's eyes almost flew out of his head. Like a cartoon or something. Laughing I sauntered up to him, the guy looked not older then 26, and stood a few inches away. After all I was only wearing a t-shirt, not a very large one at that.

"Tell daddy that I'll be home in half an hour. Girls got to clean up first." I tapped his nose and then walked back upstairs. Although the guard was speechless, my one of many talents, he left and gave me my peace.

Once entering the smoke filled room I ran and jumped on the bed. I noticed that almost half the blunt was gone and quickly grabbed it from the stoner's hand. This not going unnoticed by said pot head, he turned and gave me a confused look.

"It's my weed; I can't have you blazed out of your mind when I'm the one that has to go face the devil." I said taking a hit, holding it until I felt my lunges screaming for air. A rush of confused brain cells were just killed as I took another hit. My brain was already swish cheese why not enjoy myself.

"So what do you think he wants now? Father Daughter talks?" I lied down on his bed and exhaled as he took the blunt from me. My vision beginning to fuzz I rubbed my eyes.

"Hell if I know, but it better not be another talk about my behavior. There is only so much bitching one fucked up brain can take." A chuckle was released from my partner and then looked over at me. I could tell he was blazed but hey that's what we do.

"Or another guy to marry you off too. You are always a Bitch when that happens." I didn't take to much offense to that comment. It was true. My dad just tended to pick out the most moronic guys for me to get married too. And everyone of them was sent out of the house screaming.

Very pleasing scene to ones eyes.

Or at least mine.

My parents would always give me a talk after the said guy went running but oh well. Its not my fault that they can't handle me. Not like I care. If its too much I'll just forget behind a couple bottles of Jack, a girls best friend. Miroku passed me the blunt one last time before he finished it and put it with the other roach.

"I fucking hope not. Then again I do need my entertainment." I mused on that thought as a smile spread across my face.

"You remember that one guy with the big ass nose?" Miroku just shook his head knowing what happened to him.

"You mean the guy who you broke his nose. His nose wasn't that big until you smashed it." I laughed and rolled off the bed.

"He shouldn't have been talking shit on my baby girl." Miroku rolled his eyes as I walked over to the bathroom.

"That dog is evil." Giving him a glare look I pulled off his shirt and threw it back on the floor I found it on.

"You just think that because she tried to bite off your balls."

"Fuck yeah, that scared the shit out of me!" shaking my head I closed the door. I faced the mirror and saw the small chunks of something in my hair from the fun trip to the toilet this morning.

'Ew what the fuck?' I quickly grabbed a brush and started to rip them from my hair but that only seemed to make the knot worse.

"Damn it." Taking off the little clothing I had on, I turned on the shower to practically scolding hot. The feeling of steam on my skin made me shiver and I stepped in. Note to self, I need a day at the spa. I haven't been in a couple weeks and I noticed the kinks in my shoulders.

'Maybe I'll get the girls together.' After a massive lather rinse and repeat I stepped out. Almost tripping over the small rail caused me to land on my ass in the shower. My brain still hazy from the pot I tried to pull myself up. Even after that fun little fall, showering high is amazing. You felt gross from the smoke but high from the effect and then the shower washes away the grossness leaving you with the fun filled high. A win/win situation if you ask me.

After grabbing the spare set of my clothes from Miroku's closet I headed downstairs. At first I thought I was hearing voices in my head or Miroku was talking to himself again but all these theories were proven wrong when I turned to corner to come face to face with a VERY good looking man. Let me rephrase that, he looked more like a GOD! He had long silver hair that looked in almost perfect condition, wearing a white wife beater tank and a black button up shirt. His skin the perfect tan color and as clear as crystal. I felt my heart stop for a split second then regained my pulse.

"Hey Kags, this is my friend Inuyasha. The one I told you about from Cali." I glanced over to Miroku giving him a confused look. When the hell did he tell me about that guy, and why hadn't I paid attention.

"Um ok, if you say so." Not only could I not think with this amazing piece of man in front of me but it seemed my high was a creeper because I defiantly didn't just see the sun come out of no where to shine on him.

"Who's the skank?" Why did he have to open his mouth? He was doing so well on the 'fuck him' scale, but no he had to say something dumb.

"Excuse me, fuck for brains, but the names Kagome." I saw his face look a little shocked at my response but then turned back into stubborn and carelessness.

"The way you are dressed anyone could be mistaken." Not even bothering to look down, I put my hand on my hips.

"Gaucho pants and a tank is skanky to you? You're not going to last long here, jackass." Before even waiting for his response I walked over to Miroku and pecked him on the cheek.

"I'll see ya tonight? You're still going to the race right?" A feeling ran up my back and I smirked. The Adonis was staring at my ass and I could clearly tell. Giving him a side glance I shifted my hips to the other side and saw his eyes move. Yup, that's what he was staring at all right. Miroku noticed as well and only smiled.

"Yeah we'll be there. I heard Kouga's driving tonight." I slightly groaned. Not the happy kind though, the 'oh help me from killing him' type. I mean seriously how many times do I have to tell that guy No before he gets it through his head. After that one night, which I admit was a mistake, he won't leave me alone. Note to self: Acid + alcohol + Sex is BAD! And I know he has a girlfriend, she has confronted me many times and on more then one occasion have I had a bitch fight.

"Oh joy! Another fun filled night of stalker boy!" Miroku only laughed as I walked towards the door, that guy still watching me the entire way. That could get annoying but then again.

"I'll see you boys later." Quickly jumping in my car I drove the semi-short distance to my house. I hope this conversation with my father isn't to long, I want a snack. Munchies can be a bitch. Then a nice nap before the partying tonight, oh how life was so much easier when mom and dad were in France. Didn't have to hear the nagging of why I was home so late or why I smelled of alcohol. They knew I drank and seemed to give up on trying to stop me back in high school. I don't know why they even bring it up.

Finally reaching my house I parked my car lazily walking inside. I started to head to the kitchen hoping to satisfy my craving.

"Kagome, I need to talk to you." Damn, He sure knows how to kill a high.

"Be there in a sec." quickly grabbing a soda out of the fridge before walking to his office. Sighing as I opened the large oak doors, there sat my father behind his large and very expensive desk filled with papers. I plopped down on one of the couches as I chugged some of my soda.

"I told you to be home four hours ago." He strained to speek from his anger as he took his glasses from his face.

"I had a headache so I took a nap, then I needed a shower. What does it matter I'm home now." Great another nagging bitching argument that was going to get my father all pissed and solitary.

"The matter is that I have something important to talk to you about." I wonder if he noticed that I wasn't really listening. Eh whatever.

"I have a suitor coming to meet you tomorrow for lunch. I want you to be in a proper mood and appearance." Here we go again. That just put a damper on my day.

"Yeah whatever." I stood from the couch and started to head towards the door.

"Kagome, If you act as you did the previous time I won't hesitate to just plan the wedding day next time." Waving at the last comment I walked out. He said he was serious last time and here we still are with the same situation. Ok fuck that, time for munchies.

Grabbing a big bag of Doritos and some chocolate I walked to my room. Forgetting for only a split second that I wasn't the only one in my room; I was jumped by a very large and soft slobber machine with four legs.

"Ruca! Stop!" My said dog just stood above me with large blue eyes as if she was confused.

"Move you big fur ball." I pushed her off of me and picked up my munchies.

"I missed you too but couldn't you wait till I put my stuff down?" I dropped the food on my bed and grabbed my remote. Feeling the weight shift on my bed I saw Ruca jump to my feet. I rubbed her a little with my toes and then turned towards the TV. After flipping through the channels for about 20 minutes I found failure to launch. Reminded me of myself only my parents wouldn't let me move out till I was married, but that's not happening for awhile.

I wonder how long that sex magnet of a man was staying? Slowly losing interest in the movie I started to daydream of him. He was a jerk though. Oh well I have dated worse and broke them of there habits. It's just another challenge yet I'm not so sure about this one. Ah time for a nap, more sleep so I can party harder tonight.

I bet he would be a good kisser.

A/N: A little more into the story, not much going on...I'm working on it. Inuyasha is in this one! for a split second but they are going to have some conversations better then that last one next chapter. Promise!

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