For all she knew these guys could have been murders. They could be plotting her gruesome demise at this very moment. She'd seen enough 48 hours to know what could happen in situations like this, but she was stupid enough not to care. They bought her a combo meal from jack –the- box and they were watching her scarf it down, utter amusement plastered across their faces. Even the stoic one was smirking. "Geez women, your acting like you've never eaten before." The loud one scoffed slightly joking. She shot him a look, but it didn't hold much gravity when her face was stuffed with fries. She continued to eat in sheer bliss, but the moment she crumbled the last bit of burger wrappers it all got serious again. "So what is it that you need me to do?" she asked before they could even bombard her. She was savvy enough to sense shifting moods in the air. "You're not pregnant or anything are you?" he asked sort of stalling. Kagome gave this dubious look. "No." she uttered curtly. "Cool," he stammered stupidly, not really sure how to continue on. "We're kind of need you to swallow some drugs." He said it so shockingly casual. Kagome laughed, but then she realized he was utterly serious. She gathered her thoughts for a second. "What the fuck? You're asking me to be a drug mule?" she countered raising her voice, a little too loudly in that public space. "Not so fucking loud!" the guy demanded through clenched teeth. His associate continued to chain smoke quietly. "Why can't you do it?" she asked curiously, softening her tone. The guy chuckled. "Because I don't have to." He admitted honestly. Kagome's face sort of fell. What did she expect anyway? These two random sketchy guys had stalked her into a bar so they could 'recruit' her. Better this then prostitution she sort of figured. "Look, we'll take care of you. You swallow the drugs and get on a nice first class flight to New York with us. You'll have a place to stay. It'll be great." he promised to the doe eyed teenaged girl. She must've looked as desperate as she felt just then, because the guy had this approving grin on his face.
"It'll be easier if you relax." The stoic one finally spoke to her. They were sat across from each other at the little table in their motel room. There had to be at least fifteen heroin filled pellets in the little bowl in front of her. She had already swallowed eleven. And thrown them up at one point. "Put your head back." He instructed calmly. He had witnessed her hacking coughing fit for the past two hours. She was surprised out how patient he was being. But then again he was so reserved she couldn't tell if that was patience or just apathy. "No, like this." He corrected her posture gently, and ran his fingers down the length of her throat. His face remained unchanged. The rest wasn't so bad after that. It just sucked that she wouldn't be able to use the bathroom for the next several hours. Not even to take a piss. But she constantly felt the settling deep inside her. It reminded her of the feeling she would get after a huge thanks giving meal, except now she wasn't satisfied at all. She just felt shame. "Inuyasha's bringing you some suitable clothes to change into." He informed her as they remained alone in the dimly lit room. He was fixing himself coffee, and didn't offer her any. She probably couldn't drink anyway either. Kagome nodded, and looked down at her battered clothes. An old hand-me-down flannel, probably the shorts too, and some dusty old boots. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. She'd never been outside of New Mexico before in her life, so maybe this would be good. Living in New York, that's an adventure in itself. " I've never been on a plane before." She admitted bashfully to the guys back. He sort of grunted. "What's New York like?" she piped up again, letting her precociousness take over. She couldn't see the smirk growing on his thin lips. "It's just a place. It's loud, and the people are egotistical. It's alright I guess." He mused quietly. She smiled. "My sister always wanted to live there. She wanted to be a model." She kept letting the words flow out of her for some reason. "Why didn't she?" he asked despite himself. Kagome shrugged. "She could be anywhere for all I know. I haven't seen her in months." She admitted, feeling that overwhelming sadness takeover her again. She sucked it up though. Crying wasn't really an option anymore. He didn't say anything comforting.
There was no reason for them to be stopped and searched. They were dressed nicely, and had authentic leather luggage and first class tickets. They didn't look like drug smuggling criminals at all, despite the fact that Kagome's eyes were twitching sporadically under the expensive sunglasses Sesshomaru had given to her. He guided her through all the checkpoints. Trying to ease her nerves. And before she knew it they were past customs and on the plane in first class. "Now we're home free." Inuyasha smirked confidently, taking a glass of wine from the flight attendant. Sesshomaru took one for himself and Kagome but hesitated before giving it to her. "How old are you anyway?" he asked curiously. "Seventeen." Kagome chimed sweetly. He shrugged and handed it to her anyway. She took a few sips before settling down to sleep for the long ride. She was so tired; she couldn't quite enjoy the excitement of her first plane ride. "I kind of feel bad, making her do this." Sesshomaru admitted to his brother when he was certain they were the only to awake in the entire cabin. Inuyasha shrugged. "Yeah, we should have got a fat girl. She's so scrawny we barely filled our quota." He grumbled drearily, yawning. "That, and what about when we get there. Are we just going to ditch her on East Broadway or something?" he asked out of genuine concern. "She's pretty, one of the guys will probably want her. I doubt she'll be homeless for long or at all." He assured him, through another long yawn. Then his eyes shot open. His brother was actually being compassionate. "What do you care anyway?" he teased slightly. Sesshomaru shrugged. "She's just a kid. I'd feel guilty if she ended up dead on the news or something." He defended tonelessly. Inuyasha closed his eyes again. "Whatever dude. I'm going to sleep." He dismissed the conversation, turning his back and shutting off his overhead lighting. Sesshomaru put on his headphones. He couldn't sleep for some reason.