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Lessons in Humility

Chapter One: Spiritual Musings

Genre: Humor

Rating: PG-13 (mostly its okay but there do exist some references that could be construed as too much for young minds.)

Began: November 4, 2004

Finished: December 2, 2004

Disclaimer: I own neither Inu Yasha or DBZ.

About this story: Since we all know that I don't normally write humorous fiction I've decided that it may be prudent to explain the reasoning behind this one. It's an Inu Yasha DBZ crossover that began its life as a joke until Suzie decided I just had to write it. Of course now that I'm actually working on it I'm having far too much fun to just give it up. I'm using chapter organization so I can get feedback from people as this is rather awkward writing for me. As a result the structural system during writing may not make the most sense in the world but I solemnly promise to fix things once I'm done. Oh, you may want to know Inu Yasha is telling this story.

It was never my intention to give up the necklace to anyone. I may not have worn it anymore, or even needed it for that matter, but it was mine. It had remained as a memento of the only person I'd truly loved and my devotion to her. Despite having already proven my devotion to her by dieing for her. I have no desire, though, to discuss that subject. The necklace, however, was the only gift she'd ever given me, even if at the time I'd seen it as a curse.

Things have to be looked at from my perspective in that. Honestly, what self-respecting male wants to be forced into compliance by a woman because of a stupid necklace? I might also add that the woman in question was completely human and I a half-demon (on my father's side). It was an absolutely embarrassing situation made worse by my older (and fully demon) brother Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru has forever mocked my humanity. The fact that our father loved a mere human woman of no standing was enough to send him raging. That my father possibly extended more affection to my mother and I could drive him to murder. After Father's death, my mother having already gone on to some other and far less painful plane of existence, Sesshoumaru left me to wander. He refused to have anything to do with me. Is there any wonder as to why I turned out the way I did? A half-demon child left to wander without proper guidance in a world that saw no use for me. Any wonder that I wanted to become wholly demon when it presented the possibility that Sesshoumaru would possibly want to be around me again.

In the end I went in the other direction completely, destroying the jewel by using its power to become completely human. I was willing to lie on the alter of love all the wonders and powers being partially demon offered me. In turn Kagome gave up her world with all its wonders and conveniences for mine.

The culmination of these events left the necklace nothing more than a pretty trinket. No longer being a demon it held no power of me, but simply refused to part with the thing. Without the Jewel around for the most part the demons left us alone (I might add that my reputation may have had some small bit to do with it) and life was peaceful. Until I died, but I don't care to talk about that. Know only that after my death I kept tabs on my family and held onto my necklace because it had in a way become a part of me in some basic, almost spiritual way. I intended to keep it forever.

Imagine my surprise when I felt compelled to give it up. I can't say if it was because the woman in need was my own descendent or that the man she wanted to tame was a demon, though in her time they call them aliens. Not only this, but in a way, she faced my own mother's ultimate challenge- loving a demon... Excuse me, alien. Truly it is the same thing. The demons were simply beings from somewhere else. I've no knowledge of from whence we sprang. A myriad many planets I would assume.

This then will be how I helped Miss Buruma Briefs to teach her man the same lesson Kagome taught to me, oh so many centuries ago- A lesson in humility.

I can't say whether she knew I was there or not when she came. The tree has always been mine as it had been my prison and later my death. The fact that she came in tears made me sympathetic to hearing her woes, but in no way dictated to me to help her. It was of no interest beyond being of the same blood. And that so diluted as to be insignificant. But it did demand that I at least listen to her. After all she'd chosen to; quite literally in a manner of speaking, subjugate herself at my feet.

She was sunken down on her knees at the base of my tree. Her head bowed into hands braced against the rough wood despite it digging into her fragile flesh. Her entire body was shaking to the force of her sobbing. It came as an unbidden instinct to wrap her in an aura of comfort and peace. I would have done no less for my Kagome when she was veiled so tightly in such sorrow. I admit to having no resistance to feminine tears, and it seems the passage of time has done nothing but make the problem worse.

Very slowly her crying ceased. Her shaking lessened so that she was able to unbend enough to look up through the branches of the tree. She was like a flower unfolding, aqua hair falling around her face gently (if somewhat tangled) and large crystalline blue eyes set into pale ivory skin. Above her spun an expanse of clear blue sky and she felt ashamed for having given into such despair when the world around her exuded such beauty, harmony, and strength. A slightly sniffle escaped as two birds landed amid the uppermost branches with the materials for a loving, nurturing environment in which to raise little chicks and care for each other.

"See," she whispered, "even the birds have love and respect for each other. Why can't I get that? It's all I want really. Just a little bit of love…." She continued in that vein for some little time. Bemoaning her loveless sate, her lack of decent taste in men and that her own child lived in an environment that frequently endorsed violence and carelessness.

I followed her intensely. I chose not to prod in her mind for the answers. It had been so long since I'd had any contact with the world that even this brief contact needed to seem like a typical conversation. But I was intrigued beyond my wildest beliefs. Why couldn't she get what she wanted so deeply? It wasn't as if forming that type of relationship was difficult. Having had such an experience I've deemed the whole world should try and have such a love as well. It could do wonders.

I exerted a small portion of my will to make her answer. Not to be forceful. Just to make her speak, of her own free will. There is after all something to be said for free will. And of course she had a wonderful voice, all ringing tones and low harmonic rhythms that echoed the song of the earth embedded within the layers of her speech.

All right I also admit that no one has actually talked to me in centuries. Over time I've become something of a family legend. Written down in the tomes of history but utterly forgotten. A ghost story that no one has taken enough interest in.

"Why can't Vejiita just get over himself?" she started in a soft droning voice as if this were a subject she discussed with herself daily. "It's not like he's the only person in the world who's suffered. He acts like he has the monopoly on losses thus granting him treat the rest of as substandard dirt, regardless of what we may be to him."

Finding this to sound just vaguely familiar I quickly pushed her into explaining more in depth. What? There is nothing wrong with wanting knowledge.

"He doesn't care that my family has taken care of his needs for the past who knows how many years. Never mind that I care about him or that together we have a son who needs to know his father. All Trunks is to him is another demi-saiyajin brat who can barely walk.

All right he lost his planet. And that his species is mostly dead. I get that he doesn't want that kind of commitment in his life at the moment. But not with Trunks. Trunks is the same as him. Complete with stubbornness and inhuman capabilities. Granted he's hardly toddling and it's for the most part unnoticeable. But one day it won't be"

I knew then that a Saiyajin would be another kind of demon. But what kind of demon would this be. I was aware of the recent influx of them, despite most of humanity going unawares.

"Someone just need to break through him a little. Alien prince of not he can't just treat his family like useless pawns. He can't keep picking us up and tossing us away as the mood strikes him."

She had my absolute agreement. The man was quite obviously an idiot if he could not see the treasure he had before him. This woman in front of me was slowly showing herself to be completely his. The selfish pig. How could he let her go on suffering in this agony for him?

I had to help her. If he would not stop her suffering then as her ancestor it fell on my to take care of things. The necklace would serve as the perfect means to my ends. It would work on him as he was himself a demon...er Alien. I'm always forgetting that. The woman, as a decedent of Kagome and myself, had enough magical spark in her to activate it when the time came.

So I gave it to her. It materialized up somewhere in the higher branches and fell slowly, with some guidance to avoid snagging on limbs, down to her; landing softly in her lap. She looked at it quizzically.

To her eyes the thing was obviously ancient, though well preserved. In this day and age nothing was made from hand carved beads or animal teeth. Everything has to be streamlined into millions of the same pattern over and over. No imagination in this generation.

I spoke into her mind very softly, unnoticeably. Imprinting within her the key to activating and controlling this Vejiita through the necklace. And though I knew she had heard me (as it were) I had know way of knowing how well it would stay with her when the time came.

The necklace was clutched tightly in her hands, though carefully as if she feared it would break with heavy handling. Ah her motherly instincts told her it was feeding time she unwound herself from my tree. Even from this distance the wailing of a young child could be heard demanding his next feeding.

She left at a run, eager to be with her son. At the back door of the house she turned to look out at my tree. I flooded her with peace. She smiled briefly before turning into the house to go take care of her son.

I in turn was content to wait. After all I knew from personal experience the fate awaiting her Vejiita. And if I had to see to it personally, his pride would be dashed to inconsequential fragments amid the rocks of same and humility. He would come to his senses if I had to die trying. Being already dead I had reserves of strength that he could never touch. The joke would be on him.

This experiment would indeed be fun. It had been centuries since I'd be actively involved in the affairs of the living.

All right, so there was also the alternative motive of wanting to see someone else suffer the same treatment I had to. It's human nature. To steal a modern phrase: so sue me. I look at it this way. I've been dead since the Feudal era and am still hanging around (no pun intended, I assure you) here. I'm entitled to little fun every couple hundred centuries. Am I not?

Author's Note: That then is the beginning of my great humorous cross over. I admit not very humorous but the second chapter is partially written and it's much funnier I assure you. The hardest thing about this was finding a way to link Inu Yasha's Feudal Japan with DBZ'S modern high tech Japan. I think I did a rather nice job of it. Just so you know I've never seen how Inu Yasha actually ends so I rather made up my own ending. I would appreciate feedback about this story. Please include WHY you like or dislike it when you review so I know what is working and what is not for future installments.

Jade Rose Dragosani