InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ An Inuyasha Crossover with ...Dinotopia? ❯ Exit Nine, now Departing the Terminal ( Chapter 1 )

So now for another little parody- this one is a crossover. Gasp. Yes, a crossover between the movie Dinotopia and Inuyasha, neither of which I own of course. If anyone out there never watched it, the movie is about a secret island where herbivorous dinosaurs and humans coexist in their own little Utopia, while facing their inevitable predation by carnivorous dinosaurs as their sacred “light-stones” aka magic barrier stones fail. Even when this happens they maintain their beliefs in non-violence and get eaten. Which so completely doesn't mesh with Inuyasha- which is why I wrote this.

 

Dinotopia

 

Kagome Higurashi frowned down at her geology class homework. With a tiny exudation of breath, she sighed and lifted the ink-filled page, carefully shifting it aside. For several moments, their was only the sound of paper sheets rustling one against the other, until the meditative peace was disrupted by an exasperated cry and the papers thrown into a yellow book bag. Kagome huffed, and crossing her arms like a certain friend of hers, strode around the fireside to sit by the demonslayer, Sango. Here, her exasperation was met with a satisfyingly compassionate gaze. The two friends exchanged sisterly and all-knowing smiles before turning their eyes toward their modest fire. For Kagome, suddenly all was right in the world again.

Kagome Higurashi, a fifteen-and-a-half year old schoolgirl from the future, was once again tromping through the Sengoku Jidai with her fellow fighters and companions. There was Sango the demonslayer, Miroku the monk, Shippo the kitsune she had sort of adopted, Kilala the nekomata, and last but not lest a hanyou- the very hanyou that made her soul stir and her heart thud out of her chest just by looking at him. This hanyou's name was Inuyasha.

Presently, the object of Kagome's amorous affections was out in the woods scouting somewhere, so she stifled her adulations and took this time off to relax instead. The great outdoors in general had become her comfortable home and she could not help but smile a little at their extraordinary family- three humans, two demons, and one half-demon. Each moment she spent with them was infinitely precious to her, and walled in here by the familiar scenery of trees made her feel all that more closer to them. Best of all, any minute now, Inuyasha would come tromping back from his scouting duty. They would eat dinner and he would sleep, back against a log, only a few feet away from her. Kagome's eyes shimmered with contentment.

Overall, today been an excellent day. Despite the horrific realization that she had lost her geology textbook sometime over the course of the last three weeks, their group had come across a rumor in a village they had visited. As usual, it was small rural community deep within demon territory, not a town surrounding a castle or on a travel route leading to the capital. But such a rustic village was the perfect place for the most accurate rumors regarding demons since such villagers had to deal with them on a regular basis. Thus, Miroku's discussion with the village elder had unearthed a potential goldmine.

Naraku had craftily hidden himself again but it was possible they had stumbled across his most recent hiding place at last. The village elder reported that a small abandoned temple a short journey from the village had become overrun with demons. Even more mysterious was the pillar of light that emanated from it at odd intervals. Every one of Kagome's companions had quickly decided to follow this possible lead. Tonight, they would catch only a few hours of sleep before moving on.

Eventually, Inuyasha returned to the campfire wearing an impatient expression. Kagome recognized the moodiness for what it was immediately, and eager to prevent an argument she unfurled her sleeping bag. Then, making a great show of it she climbed into it and immediately fell asleep. Shippo, of course, joined her.

The morning arose with startling clarity and Kagome found herself practically lifted off the ground by a familiar clawed hand. Her sleeping bag was stowed away before she could protest, and blinking sleepily she turned a groggy head toward her love interest. Too bad he was being as brisk as usual or she might have missed the transition from her dreams and held him to her.

“Ahem,” Inuyasha said in the extremely perturbed manner he assumed when she was going mushy on him. Little did the miko know it had a lot to do with the scent she was exuding and his natural reaction to it. Inuyasha blushed, grateful for his baggy hakama and the naivety of his beloved miko

“Come on, we had better get going,” Inuyasha growled out stomping away to ease the tension. Miroku shook his head sympathetically. He watched the hanyou assume the lead for today's journey. Now was as good a time as any for a conversation with the miko without getting accused for bad behavior.

“Kagome-sama,” Miroku began falling into step with the miko. “How are you feeling this morning?” Kagome smiled brightly.

“Thank you for asking, Miroku. I feel fine, though it will be nice to get a few more hours in once this is over. I'm not quite sure I've woken up yet.” The miko stretched as if to prove her point. Meanwhile, Shippo leapt up onto her shoulder to catch a ride. Kagome smiled down on the kitsune.

“And how are you feeling, Shippo?” the miko fondly asked the tiny red-haired boy. Shippo's emerald green eyes sparkled back her as he received a motherly embrace. Shippo snuggled even deeper into his friend's arms before dropping to ground to walk on his own in the prideful manner he assumed after too much coddling. Still, the resplendid morning sung out its call for dancers and Shippo flicked his tail.

“Where are we going, Kagome?” the kitsune asked although he had heard everything she had.

“To the temple, Shippo, remember?” The kitsune scratched his head thoughtfully as remembrance hit him. Rapidly, he scurried back to the miko and threw himself on her shoulder.

“You don't really think that Naraku is hiding in the castle, do you?” His question was addressed to Miroku as well Kagome, and the monk kept a finger on his chin as he pondered the kitsune's question.

“Naraku does have a preference for elaborate dwellings, such as the lord whose identity he stole and the shrine hidden in Mount Hakurai. However, it is doubtful that he would leave his presence so easily detected. The pillar of light leads me to believe is another demon.” Up ahead on the path, Inuyasha overheard their conversation. He glowered especially because they could be right. But his displeased scowl took a turn for astonishment and deep-rooted hatred as an all-too familiar smell wafted across the wind. “Sesshomaru!” he growled. The entire party of travelers came to a halt.

“Is he serious?” Sango asked Miroku in an indirect way to knowledge. The monk gave her the wise and respectful smile he kept only for the taikiji.

“It indeed seems so, dearest Sango. I can sense the energy in air.” The entire party tensed, waiting for a conflict to erupt any moment. They waited in vain, for the minutes waned and still no taiyoukai emerged from the trees like the spector his kind were rightfully accused of being.

“Keh,” said Inuyasha sheathing his sword from where he had drawn it. With his nose, he could tell that the odor's source was moving away from them in the direction they themselves were headed. Well, if that was the case, they had better get going before Sesshomaru finished off their prey first.

“Let's get going,” Inuyasha spoke in his impassioned manner. Like troops drawn to their general, his friends gathered and hastened forward toward their next uncertain moment.

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A little girl with a single side-ponytail hummed happily. Before her, an unhappy green imp demon muttered his usual complaints toward her and life in general. Still, begrudgingly he obeyed his master's command that he built a campfire for the girl, Rin's, personal comfort. Jakin took no pleasure when the girl reached out and warmed her hands appreciatively before the blaze and running off to the nearby river to catch fish to cook on it. “Stupid girl,” Jakin bit out bitterly for the twenty-third and a half time that day- half because Sesshomaru had chosen that moment to trod on him.

Despite Jakin's prideful bewailments, he secretly looked proudly toward the girl whose care had been entrusted to him. “It must be,” Jakin said to himself nodding, “that Master Sesshomaru is testing my loyalty. Well, I shall not fail my Lord Sesshomaru. This is my chance for him to finally see what a truly devoted vassal I am. Surely my patience will be rewarded!”

Consoled by what he saw as clever foresight, Jakin left the tiny blaze he had built to follow after Rin. His mind was full of nothing but glory when he rounded a creek's bend. Rin was there as he expected, only, much to his horror, she was not alone. Jakin nearly dropped his Staff of Two Heads in terror.

A giant oni with thick violet skin and rolling red eyes held young Rin in its clutches. Jakin gasped, and charged forward valiantly in order to prevent Lord Sesshomaru's disappoint in him when yet another unexpected turn of events transpired. This trick by the cosmos was one much more amiable to him.

As Jakin cried his enraged yet unmenacing battle cry, a blurr of red and silver flashed over him, sending him into the ground for the second time today. Jakin sat up and rubbed his head tenderly from where it had collided with a boulder, just in time to see none other than Lord Sessomaru's brother gently lifting Rin from a pile of oni remains. The hand which held her fell lifelessly to the ground and Rin stood awkwardly looking up at her rescuer as well as his companions. Jakin saw rather than heard the friendly words exchanged.

Drawing up to his full height and marching indignantly, Jakin swaggered to the edge of the collective group. He opened his mouth and in the most annoying, arrogant, and demeaning tone as possible, screamed, “Rin! Come back here this instant! How dare you wander off getting into trouble, young lady! And do not talk to those people!” His words were affectively mocked when the sword sheath of Tetsusiaga knocked him on the head leaving him spiral eyed.

“Shut up,” Inuyasha said gruffly. “Hey Sango, would you mind letting the girl ride with you and Kilala for a while? We can't leave her with the bozo here.”

Sango nodded, fully comprehending. “Yes, if we left her here, she would only be attacked by other demons drawn to the slain demon.”

In a gesture as true to himself as his lechery, Miroku handed the child up to Sango and the two exchanged a subtly loving glance.

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In the temple courtyard, the Taiyoukai of the Western Lands, Lord Sesshomaru, looked impassionately at the vacant space. He could smell a handful of minor demons scurrying away from his own overpowering aura, and this modest indication of respect pleased him. However, despite the satisfaction to his ego, such a scene was not what he had hoped for when he arrived here.

Sesshomaru-sama, too, had heard rumor of the strange light albeight from youkai he had interrogated. A weakling weasel demon, whose only demonic ability was speech and longevity, had whimpered under the threat of his sword that the temple was no longer what it once was, owing to a pillar of light which frightened her. Sesshomaru left the simpering animal behind and, in a bad mood about weakling youkai, deliberately trod Jakin below his booted foot.

The taikyoukai turned gave once last, bored glance at the Naraku-less temple grounds. Fully he intended to return to the woods and his devoted tagalongs, when then wind shifted carrying their scent to him, as well as that of his brother's. As snarl formed on the Taiyoukai's lips and he waited in cold fury as his retainers appeared at the edge of the treeline, being led by his brother and his companions. Ah-Un had fallen into step with party too. The two-headed dragon growled and tipped its heads inquisitively toward its master.

“Sesshomaru,” Inuyasha spat out by way of introduction. The hanyou stood warily at a distance. Both glared at once another for quite a few moments.

“What brings you here, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru said, angered by the hanyou's refusal to submit as usual. Inuyasha suppressed a need to grind his teeth or run his sword through a certain someone.

“Same as you. We heard about this temple. But in the meantime, do everyone a favor and take these,” he said pointing to each of his retainers in turn before folding his arms in a huff.

“Lord Sesshomaru!” Rin squeaked out, waving her arm and quite proud of herself for surviving such a situation. “Lord Inuyasha saved me! He killed a ferocious demon which caught me!” Jakin, now awake, flustered.

“Be quiet girl!” he shouted desperately, only to gulp as Sesshomaru's glare promised untold punishments.

“Rin, Jakin,” Sesshomaru commanded. The tiny girl slid to the ground and patted Kilala once one the head before skipping up to her master. Jakin meanwhile, quivered as he led Ah-Un by foot into striking distance of the Taiyoukai. Sesshomaru, however, seemed to be saving his beating for later.

The Taiyoukai of the Western Lands was about to announce their departure when the purported column of light emerged beneath their very feet. It swathed both Sesshomaru's party and Inuyasha's group in a warm glow, obscuring their vision. After this happened, Kagome squealed unexpectedly.

“Oh no!” she said a more complete comprehension of what had just transpired. “Not again?”

“What not again?” Inuyasha said numbly as his eyes, like to all the others widened at the panoramic grassland they abruptly found themselves lost in.

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Actors Comments:

 

Inudaughter- “So how do you like being part of a parody written at the expense of Dinotopia?”

 

Inuyasha- <Shrugs.> “Don't know. So far it seems more like a serious story than a parody. What the hell is up with your writing style lately? You're wasting too much time on this crap!”

 

Inudaughter- <Looks shocked.> “You're right of course. I don't know- maybe it's my last fanfic to blame. People like it when I… elaborate.”

 

Inuyasha- “Well, elaborate on your original fiction thank you very much.”

 

Inudaughter- <Enraged.> “WTF? I should change your casting right now! Bastard!”

 

Inuyasha- “Do you really wanna talk that way to your beloved muse? The flame which draws your creativity to life?”

 

Inudaughter- “… fuck, you're right.”

 

Inuyasha- “I knew you'd see it my way. Changing topic, I believe you owe me three cases of ramen for today's work. Pay up.”

 

Inudaughter- <Grumbles and tosses him the crates.> “Damn it all, smart ass. And damn your ears for being so seductively adorable.”

 

Inuyasha- <Hums happily and leaves with ramen.>

 

 

And a cut-scene:

“Gasp. Inuyasha. I suddenly realized,” Kagome said trembling. “You're three-dimensional.”

“Three-demon-who?” Inuyasha grumbled.

“Three dimensional!” Kagome stuttered, looking wildly at the weedy grassland. “We must have fallen into the evil clutches of a fanfic author!”

“Whatever,” said Inuyasha rather unimpressed. “You know, it sounds like you've got a fever or something.”

“I hope so,” Kagome said reaching up to touch her forehead as a pterodactyl flew overhead.