"How are you? You fucking asshole." Miroku shouted affectionately as he pulled Inuyasha into a tight squeeze. "I missed you too you fucking idiot." Inuyasha hollered back, causing a scene in the middle of the bus station. Sango stood by smiling at the display. Miroku had been moping around for days, bored out of his mind now that the majority of his friends had moved out here to Los Angeles. Somehow he convinced her to come along with him even though she knew deep down this was it. She would have to call her mom at some point to let her know this wasn't just a weekend trip like she had promised. "Sango!" the greetings continued, as Inuyasha pulled his childhood friend into a tight embrace. She giggled. "It's not the same back home without you." She admitted returning the affection. And it wasn't. It was practically a ghost town, more so than before. "Hands off my woman." Miroku teased as he grabbed their bags off the ground. Inuyasha laughed as he ruffled Sango's hair despite her protest. It was the three of them again, like it had been for a good while. The nostalgia was a nice sweeping feeling. It was a nice change of pace from all of the debauchery this place had to offer. "Alright, are you guys ready to get fucked up?" he chimed excitedly as he loaded their stuff into the bands van. "Yeah, Sango said she's down to do some coke too." Miroku joked earning himself a punch in the arm. 'We've got plenty of that." Inuyasha said in all seriousness. "Word?" Miroku questioned dubiously. He nodded. "You are not doing coke babe." Sango scolded him from the backseat. "Awe, come on. We're in Hollywood." He postured with grand gestures. Inuyasha smirked at their exchange. Some things just never changed. "Is this the guys?" Sango poked her head between the two of them to get closer to the radio. "Oh, yeah. It's their new E.P. we just burned a few copies." Inuyasha informed her as he turned up the C.D. Sango nodded her head to it slightly. "They don't suck as much as they used to." She acknowledged their progress as musicians. "Yeah, Koga sounds pretty good actually." Miroku chimed in, pleasantly surprised. Inuyasha nodded as he lit a cigarette. "Yeah, they signed with some label, and they're working on a few more E.P.s right now. It's been pretty sweet." He sort of basked in the glory of the past few months. He didn't have to do much work anymore considering they were signed artists now. He got enjoy the fringe benefits though, the parties, the groupies, the drugs, the booze. All of it. It was a pretty good way of life he'd found for himself. And now that his best friend was here it could only get better. He couldn't muster up the courage to ask what he really wanted to though. He wanted to know how Kagome was doing. How she was coping with his absence and all, because as much as he didn't want to be concerned with her he always was. He thought about her constantly. Miroku knew him well enough though. He could see the way he tensed up all of a sudden. He used to chain smoke because of her. "I'm pretty sure she's in New York with her sister." He lied just to spare the poor guys feelings. He knew how devastated he would be if he knew the truth, if he knew that she ran off with his brother after all that. "They sold the shrine to some land developers. They're gonna turn it into a spa or some shit." He sort of laughed about it. Sango observed Inuyasha carefully as he took in the information. He lit yet another cigarette. "Cool." He muttered as they sat in traffic in the blistering heat. Nothing could really ease his mind off the subject though because he knew what a mess she had been. He thoroughly regretted the way he had treated her the last time they ever spoke. The way he pushed her away and refused to offer her comfort in her time of need. Sometimes he thought about doing things differently, taking her back to his house and fixing her up. He shook those thoughts from his head quickly; if he kept this up he'd be a sad drunk tonight.
It was like time had broken for her. Or the controls to her life had been set on some weird setting that allowed her to see outside of herself. Maybe it was all the drugs. She was seeing her childhood for some reason; it was like a television show all the happy moments. Her mother was there, and her dad was too before he passed away. She tried to hold onto that brief period in time where she could remember being truly happy. She was about five or six years old, and Kikyo was ten. They would all sit around, while their father made up nursery rhymes with their names in them. Mom would sing too sometimes, and she had the most beautiful voice she remembered. "Kagome." She heard this voice calling to her from beyond her childhood memories. She didn't want to leave this happiness behind yet so she tried her hardest to ignore it. She sat on her mother's lap, and snuggled close to her. She was warm and smelled like sweet summer air. "Wake up, sweetheart." Her mother said kindly as she touched her face. And she was unpleasantly jolted back into real life again. "Fuck, Kagome you scared the shit out of me." Sesshomaru breathed as her eyes fluttered open again. "She alright man?" his roommate asked as he stood in the doorway with the ice cold water Sesshomaru had commanded him to get. "Yeah, thanks." He was still shaken. She had been completely unresponsive, and her skin had gone cold. "I want to do it again." She whispered desperately as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Later okay, I thought you overdosed or something. Let's just take it easy right now." He tried to reason with her as she attempted to stand up. She was still pretty fucked up from what he could gather. "I don't need to take it easy." She tried to downplay her level of inebriation. She sat on the edge of the bed, and ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm okay, really. That shit was incredible, you did good babes." She commended him holding onto either side of his face. She stroked his scruffy beard, and planted a kiss on his lips. "I'm okay, I swear." She assured him, looking deep within his eyes. He studied her closely, he couldn't detect anything unusual so he smiled and kissed her back. "I'll set it up." He promised as he smoothed down her hair affectionately. "I love you so much." He whispered severely, looking her straight in the eye. His gaze burned through to her soul. She cracked a sweet smile. "I know."
"You don't look so good, Princess." Someone took notice to her fading interest in tonight's festivities. What was the occasion again? Just a Thursday night. Kagome shrugged taking a swig of her beer. What she needed was another fix of that shit Sesshomaru gave her the other night. She never really saw herself becoming a habitual drug user, but then again it wasn't something to strive for. Sesshomaru made it seem alright though, he was pretty intelligent and he was able to function like a semi-normal human being. "Thanks, Tyler." She muttered sarcastically after a minute. He smiled stupidly; he was pretty drunk at this point. "You're still gorgeous though, you just look kind of sad. Like your eyes do." He continued to blather on as he leaned against the kitchen counter. He was breathing his drunken breath directly on her cheek because it was so crowded. Their apartment was packed wall to wall with people, a good amount of them being perfect strangers. There had been a few people freebasing coke in the bathroom. But it was all pretty typical here. "What's wrong? Don't you like living here?" he subtly interrogated her. "Of course I do." She sort of giggled at his badgering. "Yes! I made her laugh!" he cheered excitedly. Kagome laughed. "You are such a moron." She teased him playfully. "I'm a moron, and you are a vision of beauty." He proclaimed with conviction as he pounded his chest. "Sesshomaru is a lucky son of a bitch. He gets to wake up next to you every morning. Fuck, I'm drunk." He continued to spout whatever silly thought entered his mind. Kagome smiled, she found it sweet that he thought so highly of her. "No wonder, you practically killed that whole bottle of whisky." She laughed taking the nearly empty bottle out of his grip. "Yeah, but I'll be sober in the morning and you will still be beautiful." He assured her with a wispy gaze. She swigged some of the bottle too. "I love this song." She tried to ignore his obvious come on. He was drunk and being stupid. But for some reason she played with the idea in her head. It's not as if Sesshomaru was her actual boyfriend or anything. They just slept together every night. She even sort of had a crush on Tyler. He was cute, with all of his tattoos and piercings and troublemaking. "I got you a present." Sesshomaru exclaimed as he pushed through the crowd in the kitchen. He pulled Kagome into a tight embrace. He pulled out the drugs he scored moments before. He already looked pretty fucked up though, so she figured out why it had taken him so long. "You got high without me." She scolded him slightly as he leaned in to be close to her. "I'm sorry babe. You know I have needs." He explained feebly as he touched her face. She rolled her eyes at his excuse. He was always doing selfish self-satisfying shit like that. It got frustrating sometimes, like when he left her at some dealers house as collateral for like two hours. "Yeah, well so do I." she muttered snatching the drugs from his hands. "Hey! Babes? What the fuck?" he voiced sternly as he followed her to their bedroom. She just sat down on the floor and tried to prepare the drugs herself. "Baby, I'm sorry. I lost track of the time. You know how it is. You shoot up, and you just zone." He attempted sooth her as he massaged her tense shoulders, and planted kisses on her neck. "I don't care, just leave me alone." She muttered shrugging away from his affection. He had been gone for hours, and this was becoming too commonplace for him. "I'm going to get some cigarettes" he'd say, or "I have some business to take care of" he'd lie and then show up hours later high as a kite trying to play it off as if he wasn't. "I'm tired of you lying to me all the time. You're fucking selfish, you don't care about me. Like what am I even doing here?" she sort of laughed at her own misguided decision to follow him here. It had been a desperate spur of the moment thing. She only said that because she knew it would get a reaction out of him. "Why would you even fucking say that?" he questioned gravely as he tried to hold her gaze. He leaned back against the bed, and rubbed his temples. "You don't even know how much I fucking love you. Like what do I have to do to prove it to you? I would do anything to prove it to you." He sounded desperate, as his voice became a whisper. "You don't need to prove anything to me." She mumbled before injecting herself with the sweet poison that helped her leave this world.
