A/N: I hate drugs .

Just so everyone knows, I made up half-the things in this chapter, because I've never been to one of these drug deals, although I tried going on what I'd learned from cop shows and Animal Precinct. So, I'm sorry if I got anything wrong.

Also, I'm sorry for the lateness of my chapters. Right now, my priority isn't Inuyasha fan fiction, but I'm working my hardest to think up good things for them. I predict my updates will continue to be slow, but I will not stop writing unless I loose every speck of interest in Inuyasha, and I don't think that's even an option. I love Inuyasha, and there's no way I'm gonna stop liking it in the blink of an eye.

Thank you all so much for being faithful though and I can't believe how many reviews I've gotten for all of my other stories! It's amazing! ::sparkles:: I'm thinking of editing and revising the first few chapters to make them sound better, and I'm probably going to rewrite the summary to catch the eye of more people. I constantly criticize my writing, and I always wanna rewrite or add something in to my stories when I've already posted it .

Anyways, I'm using my original character Hitori, and another one that may be revealed next chapter. I'm using him because he's really the only one who fit the part, and I love using him anyway. I hope you guys like him as much as I do ;

I have many plans for this story, along with my other ones. Also, I have an account on FictionPress. net for my original stories. So far I've only got one up, and I'm constantly writing more. I also have a DeviantART account, so you can see what my original characters look like. You might even get a hint to the story if you look closely at Hitori ::wink::

Anyways, enjoy the chapter, and there is more to come!

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Disclaimer: I don't own any guys with white dog ears…

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Lost In Darkness

Chapter 5:
On the Job Blues…

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Why did he actually go there in the rain…? Why did he actually think for a second that maybe this would be okay?! Why was his brother such a frigging shithead!?!?

Inuyasha had no answers to any of the aforementioned questions as he began slamming his head against his desk. He was so stupid! How could he actually apply for something like that?

He sighed and leaned back in the chair. Well, it was done and over with, no changing it now. But how the hell was he was supposed to explain this to Sango…? No doubt she'd take a mallet to his head and make sure he had critical brain damage for the rest of his miserable life…

Oh well… maybe he could beg for her forgiveness… no that wouldn't work. If he ever got Sango mad, it would be the end of his existence, as he knew it… He couldn't keep this a secret forever though, and at one point he'd have to tell them, or they'd find out for themselves… and that wouldn't be pretty… He'd have street cleaners trying to get his mangled body off the street for weeks…

Vaguely he listened as his alarm went off on the other side of his room. He hadn't bothered to sleep at all, trying to process the reasons why he'd gone to the short kids' house in the middle of the night while it was raining to get an illegal job. He still hadn't thought of anything… other then ways of decapitating his brother and thinking of the fun he would have as he stood over his body laughing maniacally…

He needed to get out of here before he actually did hurt someone…

Standing with a grunt, he pulled out a clean school uniform and changed. Once he'd finished with the buttons he dragged himself into the bathroom to brush his teeth, absently casting the concealing spell over his ears. When he finished with that he looked at his disheveled hair, grabbed a brush and began trying to untangle the rats nest. Finally realizing he'd forgotten to turn off his alarm clock he turned and walked over, flicking the off switch and absently looking out the window as he ran the rough bristles of the brush through the silver locks. He squinted slightly; eyeing a huge warehouse on the other side of town, wondering momentarily if that would be his new work place…

With a shake of his head he turned back to the bathroom, quickly regretting his action when the brush got tangled. Growling, he pulled it out and glared at his reflection in the mirror.

He looked slightly like a caveman now…

Rolling his eyes he grabbed a strip of leather and tied back his hair into a low ponytail. At least it wouldn't be in his eyes now…

He walked from the bathroom and into the den, grabbing a pair of socks from his dresser and slipping them on as he absently tapped the message button on the phone as he always did.

"Hello Inuyasha, I managed to finish on those papers, and you're apartment founds will be lowered as soon as possible. Have a good day."

Well, at least something good had happened…

"Hey Yash, just making sure you didn't jump off a roof. I'll be over to pick you up around eight, okay? See ya!"

"Whoo hoo…" He muttered sarcastically as he pulled on his shoes. Ignoring the rest of the calls, (from advertisers and those prank callers again) he grabbed his backpack from a hook on the wall and didn't bother to grab something for breakfast, and instead making sure he had some money for lunch, before walking out the door.

He climbed down the stone steps and walked outside, hands stuffed roughly into his pockets. He gazed up at the darkening sky, wondering if there was a god or two up there that hated him. Leaning against the wall to the apartments, he slid down to the ground and grunted. He recalled the message the boy had given him before he left, and he decided to let his mind mull over it for a while.

"There's a dogfight going on in a number twelve warehouse by the port, around eight tonight. It's one of the best chances to sell our stuff so… I'll meet you after school and take you there, but I may be late…" After that he'd muttered something about his uncle, which he'd missed because of the pounding rain. "Make sure you aren't followed…"

And after a short warning about bringing your own water flask, the boy had retreated inside the warmth of his home as he'd been forced to grudgingly trudge back through the storm to his apartment.

"Poor dogs…" He mused quietly. "Fighting just so other people can be amused…"

He'd remembered seeing shows on crime when they'd spoken of dog fights leading directly to selling drugs. He didn't doubt that now. Turning his head to gaze down the street, he wondered when Sango would appear in that taxi… but then, he was hoping slightly that she wouldn't. Then he wouldn't have to hide this from her. He'd never been able to hide anything from the girl; her sharp senses always picked up on anything that was wrong with him.

Allowing his mind to go blissfully blank of his last worries, he stared dully up at a power line that sparked ominously as a small crash sounded from a building in front of him. He didn't give it much thought though, because at that moment a taxi pulled up, and Sango's head peeked out of the backseat window, grinning at him.

"You look like the dog that woke up on the wrong side of the doghouse." She kidded as he stood and walked over. He rolled his eyes.

"Nice dog joke, now could you move so I can have access to the backseat door, to later get into school?" He asked dryly. She grinned again and her head went back inside the car. He waited for her to scoot over before opening the door and slipping inside. After closing the door and dropping his bag to the floor, he pulled his arms behind his head and reclined against the seat with a tired sigh. Not getting sleep was a bitch…

"You look like you haven't slept." He heard his friend say. "And you're hair looks like it came out of a fight with a hurricane."

Giving a shrug he opened one eye to give her his attention. "Well you try to sleep after you find out you're male secretary used up almost every cent in you're bank account to buy his wife a wedding ring." He muttered with venom. "That's why I told Sesshoumaru that female secretary's are a lot safer, because females normally don't propose marriage!"

Sango winced. "Ouch… life just gave you another bite in the ass huh…?" She said quietly. He gave a loud snort.

"Don't I know it." He grumped, slipping lower in his seat. "And we can't sue the guy because he was legally given permission to use our account without asking… something I bet Sesshoumaru deeply regrets ever doing…"

Sango sighed and patted his back. "Don't worry… I'm sure Miroku and Kagome can cheer you up… There quite good at it actually…"

He gave another snort. "I'd reeeeally like to see them try…"

Sango grinned. "Then you'll get what you want!"

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Miroku grinned as he prodded Inuyasha on the side with his spork, taking amusement in the way the boy squirmed like a worm. This was fun, and it seemed to be making the silver-haired boys' expression lighten, even if it was only for a while.

"Say it." The ice-cream-worker prodded, jabbing him again. Inuyasha grunted and shot him a glare.

"No."

"Aw C'mon Inuyasha, don't be such a spoil-sport." Kagome said, chewing on the end of her own plastic spork as she watched the concealed-dog-demon in amusement. Sango had told them both that Inuyasha wasn't the happiest bunny today, so they decided to get him to cheer up; with sporks.

He crossed his arms over his chest defiantly. "No."

"It's not that embarrassing once you think about it. Besides, my tongues faster than yours any day." Miroku grinned, going for the 'Ouch my pride' approach.

It worked.

"Fine!" The irritable boy snapped, yanking the book of tongue-twisters from Sango's hands. They were studying them in English, and decided to go over a few at lunch. Inuyasha flipped through the pages, trying against all his physics teachings to burn the book with his eyes. "A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the skunk dunk…" He scowled as everyone burst out laughing, though he couldn't help a small twinge of amusement himself.

With a snort he thrust the book back at Sango. "Damn twisty words." The boy groused, and Sango grinned.

"Aw C'mon, it's still fun." Sango pointed out, closing the book and setting it beside her. Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

"You're idea of fun is listening to people twists their tongue's until they can't say anything legible?" He snorted. "Some fun."

"Hey, I think it is fun. And you used legible wrong. 'Legible' is what happens when you read handwriting." Kagome pointed out with a grin, sucking on the straw that was shoved into her chocolate milk.

"On his part it should be illegible." Sango grinned and laughed as the silver-haired boy snorted.

"Are you guys done picking on me yet?" He asked, eyeing each of them with a smirk despite himself. Sango was right, he pointed out grudgingly. He was feeling better…

"Um…" Kagome put her finger to her chin in mock-thoughtfulness, sighed and looked disappointed. "Aw I guess so." She grinned at his indigent 'Keh!' and took another gulp of her chocolate milk.

Sadly, the bell rang, and with collective groans they all stood up and tossed their empty trays into the trash as they made their way out of the cafeteria. Inuyasha and Kagome parted ways with Miroku and Sango and headed to their next class, where Inuyasha had to unfortunately introduce himself to the class again since this was his first time in math.

After that, his day went on as normal as any other day, excluding the random quips from Miroku as they passed in the halls once or twice, which would probably become normal very soon. Inuyasha soon began dreading the end of school, and what he had waiting for him later that day. Against his will he began to feel a bit guilty for keeping this from his friends. He noticed with a strange pang that it made him feel even worse whenever he was near Kagome, though he didn't pay it much attention.

Inuyasha gulped when the last bell rang and stood, shouldering his pack and waiting for Kagome as she gathered her things. He would walk with her to the busses and inform Sango that he could get a cab for himself so she shouldn't worry. He was just hoping that shorter kid wasn't late…

Kagome smiled at him as she shouldered her pack, grinning as they walked out the door together. "Thanks for waiting." She added as they walked down the hall, and he shrugged.

It didn't take them long to reach the bus pickup, much to Inuyasha's annoyance, and with a smile and a wave, Kagome skipped off to her bus. Inuyasha couldn't help but watch her go, before shaking his head with a grunt and turning back to the sidewalk, eyeing Sango as she came up to him with Miroku in tow.

"You ready?" She asked as she stopped in front of him. Inuyasha grunted, igniting his plan into action.

"I can catch a cab on my own today. You go ahead." He told her, looking as non-coherent as ever. She eyed him for a moment.

"You sure? Cab drivers seen to prefer woman hailing the cab…" She grinned as he snorted loudly.

"I'm not a baby anymore I can do things for myself." And with a wave and quickly muttered goodbye, he unwillingly dragged his legs over to the front of the school as Sango trotted off after Kagome. If he noticed Miroku's gaze boring into his back, he didn't give any reaction to it.

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Inuyasha checked his watch for the eight-millionth time, growling in annoyance as the minute hand ticked to four' thirty. 'Why isn't he here yet?' He thought grumpily. 'If he's blowing me off I'm gonna…'

As if on cue, the strange kid burst from the side of the school, leaning over and panting once he'd stopped in front of the Hanyou. Inuyasha raised a suspicious brow while watching the boy gasp for breath, and stood. "What took you so long?" Inuyasha groused with a scowl.

"S-sorry… was… dealing with… something…" The kid gasped, pulling himself straight with a sigh and rubbing sweat from his brow with a long sleeve. The kid wasn't wearing a school uniform like Inuyasha. It seemed he'd changed sometime, or hadn't even worn one at all.

"What kind of something?" The Hanyou grunted as Hitori led them out of the courtyard and into the parking lot.

"The kind of something that likes to throw itself at you and never let off." He grumbled, searching the almost empty lot for something. Inuyasha watched him with a raised brow.

"What exactly are you doing…?" The impatient Hanyou asked when Hitori sauntered up to a beat up looking old Ford truck.

"Getting a ride." Said the strange kid, producing a hairpin from his shirt and promptly picking the lock to the old truck. Inuyasha blanched, glancing to the side as Hitori bent under the drivers' wheel and pulled whatever that box thing was called. He didn't care what the car parts were named, just what it could do.

"You can drive, I assume?" Inuyasha grumbled, watching the boy work with the wires.

"Nope. That's why I'm hoping you can." And the truck revved to life, puffing out smoke and rumbling like a sick horse. "This trucks' always left here. So we're not really 'stealing' are we?" Hitori flashed Inuyasha a grin as he hopped into the truck, scooting over to the passenger side.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and took his seat as the driver. Of coarse he could drive; it wasn't like his brother was the only one who liked to mess with the fancy company cars he used to have. But those cars were fancy, and he always avoided a clutch and gear shift whenever possible. Of course, to his utter horror, the old truck was indeed equipped with clutch and gear shift, which left him with a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Hitori noticed his evil leer at the stick placed between them and gave him and dry look. "You can't work clutch and gear can you?" He said in a voice that meant embarrassment. Inuyasha snorted and snapped his hand on the stick, ignoring the boys stare as it turned to horrified.

"Of course I do!" He grumbled, pulling the truck into reverse and backing it slowly out of the lot. And so, the two coughed, sputtered, wheezed, and lurched on and off down the road, scaring the daylights out of every respectable driver on the road.

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Inuyasha parked the truck nearby an old warehouse on the outskirts of town, quickly shutting off the engine and ignoring his black-haired counterpart as he promptly rolled down the glass window and coughed up what was left of his lunch.

Inuyasha wrinkled his nose and sullenly slammed the door behind him in a huff, crossing his arms over his chest angrily. He wasn't that bad…

"Remind me to never… let you drive again…" Hitori hiccupped from the front of the car as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Inuyasha rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the truck.

"It's not my fault you get motion sickness." He groused, attempting to brush passed the boy, but stopping as a hand reached out and grabbed him back.

"Not so fast. You still gotta change, and I have a few things to warn you about if you don't want to get stoned every night on the job." Hitori grumbled, reaching into the back of the truck where a discarded garbage bag lay. "Rule one. Never, ever wear you're school uniform to deals."

Inuyasha glared at the shorter boy angrily. He had forgotten he'd been wearing his school uniform. "It's not like you have any other cloths for me to wear, bastard." Ahh, name calling felt a bit better.

Hitori shot him a glare and threw a pair of worn jeans and a baggy shirt at the festering Hanyou. Inuyasha caught them without a blink, eyeing them in his hand as if they were made of pondweed and hay.

"They're my uncles. He's got a shitload of old cloths he used to wear in high-school." He shrugged and leaned against the side of the truck. Inuyasha grunted and set the pants on the hood, holding the shirt in front of him and eyeing it in slight disgust.

"Is you're uncle particularly fat, or does he just like huge cloths?" Inuyasha growled, scowling darkly at the plain red T-shirt. It wasn't much, just a regular cheap cotton shirt. It didn't even smell too bad, other than the fact it smelled heavily of wolf. Inuyasha wrinkled his nose. 'He's probably his uncle in law or somethin'… this kid is human from what I see…' Never-the-less Inuyasha's thoughts began to take on a strange turn.

But before the Hanyou could degrade the so called 'uncle' even further, he was surprised to find the boy laughing his ass off. He was doubled over, gasping for breath and clinging desperately to the trucks bed. "I-I can't… b-believe you just… s-said that!"

Inuyasha waited; annoyed at the young boys' behavior, although curious as to why he was struggling to breath. "And what is so funny?"

Hitori wiped a tear from his eye. "I was just imagining the look Kuja would give you if you said that to his face…" He grinned. "Ahhh that's priceless…"

After exchanging a few coarse words, and once Hitori had finally convinced Inuyasha to change into the cloths in front of the truck, he began telling him the absolute no-no's of the job.

"You might wanna bring a bunch of your own cloths. It's better if their plain and baggy, that way not many people can point out what you're wearing too easily if we're caught. It's also hard to tell you're real body structure, so all they got to go on is you're face, hair, eyes, yadda, yadda, yadda." Hitori rambled as he leaned against the side of the truck bed.

"Also, never, and I mean never accept a drink from someone you don't know well. I've had to learn that the hard way." He grumbled a few choice words and then went on. "It's better if you stick close to the people you know. I'll show you how to sell things and get cash and stuff. Although, you have to split you're money in half for the boss—you get to keep what's left." Hitori shrugged. "It's not that bad a deal, as long as you don't get addicted to the stuff you're selling."

Inuyasha eyed the boy for a moment. He was quite sure he trusted him yet. He seemed to have ulterior motives that the Hanyou couldn't quite place. Though, the kid didn't seem too dangerous, so he shrugged it off for the moment. "What kind of stuff do you sell?" Inuyasha asked, curious despite the fact that getting addicted to drugs would just raise his stupidity factor. Sure, he'd had his hand at them once or twice, but he observed his old friends loose more of their sanity by the second, so he'd given up the fad.

Hitori's expression turned slightly dark. "Weed, MDMA, LSD, GHB, Vitamin K, and the normal's." He heaved a sigh. "Pretty much anything the boss can get his grimy paws on."

Inuyasha stared wide-eyed for a moment, then shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He just had to get a job with some of the worst drugs to sell on the market didn't he?

"So, when are we heading in?" The Hanyou asked grudgingly. This was going to be a loooong night…

"Now…" Hitori shrugged and led him to the door of the warehouse. Once they ducked inside, it was as if the world had changed. Outside, it was a calm, cool early fall evening, where the only sounds were from the chirping of birds and some very loud beats coming from inside of the building. Inside, everything got louder, and Inuyasha had to will himself to keep breathing. The scent of weed and pot, and pretty much everything else that was bad was drifting through the air. People chatted and laughed all wearing bands and baggy street cloths.

There were women from fifteen to forty, and men in the same group, some even younger. A few people danced to the beats, and some were hovering around the professional looking dog-fighting pen carved into the floor, probably gossiping about which pit-bull would win the bloody fight tonight.

Inuyasha couldn't resist the urge to cover his ears as the pounding beat roared though his head, sending his skull into spasms of pain. He grunted, following Hitori through the writhing crowd of people and up a long flight of stairs. As the neared the top, the music's volume lowered to a sane beat, and they turned off the flight and headed straight towards a whole new group of potheads.

"Hey." Hitori called as the neared, and a few of the guys turned, some with smirks and others with grins. One guy who looked younger than Inuyasha by at least two years stepped up and clapped Hitori on the shoulder.

"Thought you weren't gonna show tonight." He said in a deep husky voice. Hitori shrugged and pulled Inuyasha closer by the arm as he pushed through the crowd.

"Had to get a new guy ready. We're goin' to see Naraku about his money." And so, without looking back, Hitori pulled Inuyasha along the hall, until the group was well out of earshot and they were nearing a black door, labeled 'Lord of the Castle'. Inuyasha snorted. "I assume this guy has a god complex?"

"Don't you know it…" The shorter boy groused, knocking three times on the door and stepping back. "Naraku allows any guy in who's looking for decent pay, so you don't have to worry too much about the interview. He'll just give you a box of stuff to sell or something and push you out there. That's what he did with me anyway." Hitori crossed his arms. "I don't think he's too worried about getting ratted out. He's got connections in high places."

Before Inuyasha could reply, the door was opened, presenting a sexy looking woman with fiery red eyes. Her hair was done up in a high bun, and she looked as regal and fiery as any good looking woman should.

"Kagura." Hitori grumbled, and the woman rolled her eyes, stepping to the side to let them both in. Inuyasha followed slowly behind, eyeing the woman as they passed and wondering if she was just the female guard-dog.

When Kagura closed the door, the room was thrown into darkness; the only light coming from a lamp that sat on a desk in the middle of the room. Inuyasha felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle as he lay his golden eyes on a man with greasy black hair and red eyes. He seemed to be quite pale, and didn't look as if he'd ever seen the sun, or even been outside.

The greasy mans lips pulled back into a smirk as he slipped a cigarette from a package on the table. Inuyasha watched his fingers as they flicked a match and lit the blunt with practiced ease. "Hello Inuyasha. I've been expecting you."

Even Hitori blinked in surprise, and the man smirked, heaving himself out of the chair and taking slow step over to them. "One of my dealers told me about you, and I was pretty sure Hitori here would convince you of the job." He patted Hitori's shoulder, and they boy tried hard not to flinch. "He's got a way with words this one… but his eyes are too expressive… still, as long as he doesn't speak a word…" Naraku smirked and stopped in front of the Hanyou, giving him a quick once over.

"I just want to get money asshole, so if you have any other preaching tell it to someone who cares." The Hanyou snarled, glaring daggers into the mans red eyes. Already he disliked the man. Naraku smirked again and shrugged, motioning to the silent woman on the other side of the room.

"Fifty percent of you're earnings come to me at the end of the evening, and I'll be able to tell weather or not you've cheated me. Goshinki will make sure of it. What you will do is stand somewhere, I don't care where, and sell you're stuff while everyone's entertained by the dogs in the ring. When we have a deal at night, Hitori will tell you when and where to be at what time. Simple yes?" The man smirked at Inuyasha's curt nod.

"If you steal anything, you will pay heavily, and if you even breath a word of us to the police, I will hunt you down and kill you with my bare hands." And with one last freezing look that sent Inuyasha blood freezing, the man returned to his desk and Kagura led them out.

When they got back to the spot where the gang was, they were loaded with items to sell, and each of them went their separate ways. Inuyasha followed Hitori around, noticing that the boy spoke as if he had the lightest heart in the world, and a clear mind. But just like Naraku had said, the boys' eyes spoke words he could not.

That night went by in a whirlwind of bodies, dog-blood and snarls, people getting sick and high, and the permanent stink of drugs and smoke. If asked, Inuyasha probably wouldn't remember it all, with as crazy as it was. The drugs sold by the hundreds, and before the Hanyou knew it, he'd acquired at least four-hundred bucks in cash.

When the crazy night ended, Inuyasha swore he'd never been this worn out ever in his entire life. Once the last druggie had left, Inuyasha followed Hitori up to the gang on the stairs—whom he figured were the other dealers—and they split their money together. Inuyasha couldn't believe how much he'd made in the past few hours, and began thinking that maybe the job wasn't so bad, even if he had to inhale noxious fumes all day…

After saying goodbye, Hitori and Inuyasha walked out towards the beat-up old truck they'd driven over in. Hitori eyed it for a moment, probably wondering if it was safe to drive it again.

"We've gotta bring it back to the school anyways. You'll just have to throw up there." Inuyasha snorted and waited for the boy to pick the lock and get inside. He quickly hotwired it and jumped into the passenger seat.

"I'll show you how to hotwire it one of these days. We'll just catch a cab when we get back at school anyway."

And so, they chugged away and onto the street, Inuyasha being no better than he had been that afternoon.

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Inuyasha heaved a sigh as he threw off the stinking shirt he wore. The wolf scent and the horrible stench of drugs were still heavy on it, and the last thing he needed was Sesshoumaru getting suspicious. He'd have to return it to Hitori on the next deal; he thought, picking it back up and stuffing it back into his pack. He did the same with the baggy pants, leaving only his boxers for sleeping wear.

After he went to the closet to get a light tank-top, the Hanyou put his money into his perpetually empty wallet and strode over to the bed, flopping unceremoniously down onto the cool sheets and curling up in the warmth of his blanket.

He was asleep the moment he closed his eyes.

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