AN: Okay. I just remembered to change the rating to R. D Now don't stop reading, it's not going to turn into a lemon or anything.

Or so I think. D Thanks for reminding me to change the rating, Kaze Kitsune.

The walk had run me ragged. From the diner, around the entire city, through each and every dark and dangerous back alley, in and out of what seemed to be about twenty different parking lots, up flights of stairs and down numerous hallways, until finally the door swung open to a large, sprawling apartment. I collapsed on the couch.

Not once did we take the bus.

"What do you think?" He asked, gesturing towards the nicely decorated but still very cluttered living room. I lifted my head from couch cushion. To be honest, I wasn't thinking very much at all.

"It's nice," I sighed.

And then I got a good glimpse of the carpet. It was littered with hypodermic needles. My first thought was holy shit, he's going to inject me with something so I'll pass out. I'm gonna be a rape victim. Oh my god, he's going to kill me. I should be having dinner with InuYasha and Kagome. But then he delicately sank to the floor, taking one of them in his hand.

"You look worn out, Kikyou." He said to me, grinning. "I know just the thing to get you going again."

My eyes widened. No, they popped out my head. If I was usually pale, my fast must have looked absolutely ghostly at that point. I couldn't control myself. I was shaking. I couldn't breath. I was in some handsome stranger's apartment, and he was going to chain me to the bedpost and chop me into bite-sized pieces.

I could just imagine InuYasha standing over what was left of me, holding HER hand. "That's so gross," she would say. He would agree with her. "Yeah, Kikyou never could keep anything clean." And then they'd start making out. I'd blanch in my grave.

"Do you hear that?"

He immediately jerked around, paranoid. "Hear what?"

"That's the blood draining from my face." I covered my head with a pillow. "If you're some psychopath murderer rapist, I demand a last phone call."

He only laughed, tossing back his head so that all that thick, raven-colored hair fell down his back, neat and beautiful. "I wouldn't hurt you," came the solemn words once he'd gotten over the humor of it all. The way he looked me directly in the eye when he talked to me made me really believe everything he said.

I was such a fool.

"Look at you." He put his hand against my face. I shivered. "You're so beautiful. I only want to help you." Once again, he lifted the needle and rolled up his sleeve to reveal a pale arm trimmed with lean muscle. "Like this."

The tar-like substance inside the syringe slowly disappeared below the surface of his skin, and he closed his eyes. It had to be some kind of drug.

His dark eyes fluttered for a bit before shooting wide open, a huge smile breaking out all over his face. "It's heaven," He could hardly contain himself. "It's amazing. Just do it like I did, Kikyou."

He handed me a clean needle with the same thing inside. I was shaking all over. "What is it?" I could feel my voice quivering.

"It's heaven." He repeated, lying back on the bed of needles and paper that littered the floor. "It's the best shit."

I poked it into my forearm, wincing.

My head reeled. For a moment it burned, and I felt sick; I thought to myself why would someone want to do this? This is so nasty. I'm never trying this again. But then it started changing, smooth, slow, from nausea into bliss. I didn't feel like I was in my own body anymore.

Everything felt different. I ran my fingers along the arm of the couch, the needle still sticking out of my skin. My senses exploded.

Turning to look at Naraku ( who was lying on the floor ) I tugged at my shirt, grinning. "There's creepy crawlies crawling all over me." We both howled with laughter.

And then everything got quiet.

We were both totally, completely relaxed. "Naraku," I rubbed my arms while I talked to him, "What is this? I feel so calm. I feel good."

He smirked at me, seating himself on the couch, the one word that would change my life forever floating out of his mouth like it was nothing; "Heroin."