AN: Ooohhh dear, I'm not very good with updates, am I? However, I find that I write easier with shorter chapters though. Maybe I'll be sticking with this chapter length throughout the story. The story itself probably won't change though.

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Disclaimer: Naturally, I don't own Inuyasha. I also don't own the lyrics I've included in this chapter - they are from "A Little's Enough" by Angels and Airwaves.

(Addicted)

(Chapter Two – The Rush)

Inuyasha started going to the bar every night to see the dark haired beauty. She was entrancing, the highlight of his days – Inuyasha found himself wanting more and more. Tonight, the conversation was slow and easygoing. Inuyasha indulged himself in the sound of Kikyou's voice: deep, smooth, rich.

"Question game," she proposed.

"How does it go?"

"I ask a question, you answer."

"Isn't that just normal dialogue?"

"Whatever."

"Okay, shoot."

Kikyou took a drag from her cigarette as she pondered. "When'd you lose your virginity?"

"Senior year of high school. I met a girl while skipping class to smoke pot. We were standing in the same alley and she asked me for a light. I was handing over my lighter when she grabbed me instead and we started making out... ended up fucking her against the wall."

The raven haired siren chuckled. "Was there any follow up?"

"Followup?" Inuyasha gave a wry smile and swished around the ice cubes in his drink. "She was stoned out of her mind. She probably didn't realize I was a hanyou, otherwise she wouldn't have fucked me."

"I don't know... you're cute enough," Kikyou said with a half-grin, the smile not reaching her smoky eyes. The two were silent for a moment before she spoke again. "Your turn."

"Uh... favourite drink?"

"Rum and coke. Ever gone travelling?"

"If only. I ain't got the money. Got any siblings?"

"Yeah, I have a sister..." she was talking about her younger sibling but Inuyasha found that he couldn't focus on the words she was saying. He was entranced by her lips, luscious looking pillows, soft and wet, opening and parting; wrapping themselves around the words she formed. He felt himself stir again, his eyes clouding over with desire. A thought occurred somewhere in his subconscious and he spoke automatically, mechanically, eyes still fixed on Kikyou's luscious mouth.

"What made you decide to talk to me?"

She looked at him, not saying anything at first. She wanted – no, needed – someone like him. Kikyou cast a glance into his cloudy eyes, eyes full of pain and sorrow and desire, desperation for touch.

"You, you're like me," Kikyou spoke, breaking the silence. "We're lonely. You're even lonelier than I am. We are outcasts, not by choice, but simply because we don't fit in with the other people. The rest of them, they're all happy, no matter how they say they aren't. They all have something to live for. But us, we're different. We're alone."

Inuyasha shifted out of his reverie. He opened his mouth and was going to mention that she had a sister, had family, and therefore had something to live for, when he remembered his half brother. Having family didn't always equate to happiness.

"I know what you're going to say. I have a sister, right? But it's not enough for me. It's not just because we're not particularly close – it's just... what does blood matter? What significance does blood relation have? It doesn't fill the void in me. The thought that I have family and yet it doesn't satisfy me only widens the void. In the past, I've surrounded myself with people, wanting to close the gap, only to feel more and more distanced. There is an emptiness within me that others cannot fill, and I have stopped trying to find something that will fill that emptiness. My attempts have been futile. I've tried to change who I am, but I know it's a lie. So I've come to terms with it – I'll take the consequences of being cold and distant with others. This is me."

"Have you given up on finding something to live for?" Inuyasha asked. Kikyou stayed silent.

I, I can do anything

"Have you given up the hope that you can find something – someone – to fill your emptiness?" He asked again with fervour.

If you want me here

The passion Inuyasha spoke with surprised Kikyou and she looked up into his eyes. They were filled with raw emotion, and she felt herself go weak.

"I... I don't know."

"Let me fill the emptiness within you." He spoke with such intensity and confidence as he had never felt before. The two stared at one another, fixated on each other.

"Take me home with you," she whispered.

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Warm touches. Hot kisses. Thawing hearts.

Inuyasha could not remember a time he had felt so wanted. At one point, he had been loved, but that had been by his own mother, and it was different. This, this primal desire mixed with something else, something he could not place, was new. This woman made his emotions go haywire. She made his heart speed up, yet his brain shut down. She was dangerously beautiful, fatally attractive, and yet Inuyasha's mind recognized that inside, maybe she was as ugly as he was. But right now, that didn't matter. All that mattered was this feeling... I am wanted by another... he inhaled the scent of roses that surrounded him and engulfed his senses.

And I can fix anything

He swallowed thickly, his own blood searing his veins, focusing on the warmth, the rhythm, the sounds of skin on skin, the gasps, the moans, the deep, heavy breathing.

Kikyou entangled her fingers into his silver hair, gasping. "I-Inuyasha..."

The sound of her rich voice calling his name sent him over the edge, and she followed right after.

If you let me near

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Kikyou sighed and glanced at Inuyasha, sound asleep beside her. He looked rather tense.

'You can learn a lot about people by observing their sleeping habits,' Kikyou thought. 'But it's no mystery that he's a rather troubled man.' Letting out another soft breath, the dark haired woman quietly slipped out of bed, reclaiming her underwear and shirt off the floor. She grabbed her jacket and pulled out a small plastic bag. Glancing over her shoulder to check on Inuyasha, she made her way to the bathroom. Shutting the door softly, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror – smudged makeup, tousled hair, and eerily pale under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.

What are those secrets now

'There are certain things that leave us vulnerable. We're vulnerable when we're sleeping; when we're making love...'

She took the bag and tipped it gently, making a line of white, crystalline power on the bathroom counter. '... When we're alone...'

That you're too scared to tell

Pulling her hair back and dipping her head down to the counter, she pressed down one side of her nose, leaving one to inhale the substance. There it was again, that empty feeling, needing to be filled. She paused.

'Ultimately, it's still our waking actions and choices that define us.'

In one quick sweep, the heroin was gone. She sank to the floor, leaning against the sink and waiting for the rush.

'Vulnerability isn't an excuse, I guess.'

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