InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dry Well a Portal to Where? ❯ Truths... ( Chapter 9 )

“What Gift?” Miroku asked, with one of his charmingly innocent smiles.

 

Sango reached over, and bounced the TV remote off the Monk's forehead. “Idiot, scaring me, groping me… “ She gave out a very human growl, and glared at him…

 

Kagome smiled at him. “Roku, how is it you always go for the violent women? Is it because secretly you want to be put in your place?” She teased.

 

“Oh Yes, Lady Kagome, please… Spank me.” Miroku said, rolling his eyes, his voice dripped with sarcasm.

 

“Okay, so now that we know more then we wanted to about Miroku's sexual fantasies, what say we worry about the problem at hand. Naraku is in our time, and very much alive.” Shippou said.

 

“Your time.” Kagome said.

 

“Right.” Inu Yasha agreed. “So, how do we work this, what do we do, and how do we help Lady Kagome get home.”

 

Sesshoumaru scoffed. “Inu Yasha, surely being at least half demon you can figure this out, even if you brain is slightly slower due to being half human…” Sesshoumaru said, trying to lighten the mood a little, and tease his human companions.

 

Sango, Kagome, and Nanna threw the closest thing to them at the dog demon.

 

Sesshoumaru dodged the spatula, and the zippo lighter, but Kagome hit him dead center in his crescent moon with Kouga's cell phone.

 

Inu Yasha cracked up laughing. “Dad, she followed me home, can I keep her?”

 

“You're going to have to, she can't go back, if she does it might mess up the time-space continuum.” Taisho…

 

“Like in that movie we watched, with the bald guy, and the fat guy, Star tr-ek, was it, with something about a rip in time?” Kagome asked Taisho.

 

“DAD! You made her watch old Star Trek Movies with you?!” Shippou looked at Taisho.

 

Inu Yasha moved to sit with Kagome, swapping places with Kouga. “I am soo sorry, the old man has a thing for Jean-Luc Picard, and the Starship Enterprise.” Inu Yasha glared at his brother.

 

Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes, as slowly his wounds healed. He twitched his ears slightly, and held out his hand like a vulcan. “Live long and Prosper.”

 

Kouga, and Shippou hooted with laughter, they remembered when Sesshoumaru had been a major trekkie a few decades back, the demon had almost the same personality as a vulcan at some points….

 

Kagome giggled. “Obviously you have, Sesshou.” She teased.

 

“Only cause I wanted to see you again.” He said emotionlessly.

 

“Back to the point at hand.” Kagome said, forcing herself to her feet, still tired from healing Sango, she wavered a little, but her stubborn persistence kept her on her feet. “Naraku, or as you two,” She gestured to Shippou and Inu Yasha. “Call him, Gilligan, is loose in 2004. As a good friend once told me, `I believe this is the point where we face the fact that we are screwed'.” She smiled.

 

“Lady Kagome!” Taisho said shocked.

 

“I was just quoting Roku.” She smiled.

 

“Great get me in trouble.” He rolled his eyes, he shook his head, the small hoops in his ears jingling slight, as he took on the devious look of a plotting monk.

 

“Miroku!” Taisho growled. “What have I told you about corrupting priestesses?”

 

“Dad, she's like a little sister to me. Sides, last time I said that was the morning of the day she fell down the well. Village being surrounded, it seemed like an accurate assumption, but we survived.” He smirked.

 

“I will survive….” Shippou started to hum.

 

Miroku gave him a look that clearly asked if Shippou wanted to live.

 

“You want to see if he has any descendants in this time that he might be able to turn to, or ancient allies. Um, I'll put a temporary seal on the well, sealing it, Roku, you better try and explain to the others.” Kagome smirked. She grabbed her quiver and bow, and headed outside to the well.

 

Inu Yasha followed, sensing that she was on the brink of exhaustion.

 

“Why do you follow me?” Kagome asked.

 

“You're tired, sides, it's my time, and well, I'm supposed to protect you, Dad told me to.” Inu Yasha said.

 

She smiled softly, as she walked down the stairs to the well, that looked to be the epicenter of the explosion. “Thank you.” She said.

 

Inu Yasha crossed his arms, looking away, but she caught the hint of pink before he turned his face. “Keh.”

 

Kagome burst out laughing. “Your father used to do the exact same thing.” She smiled.

 

Inu Yasha looked curious. “You and him were good friends?” He asked, curiously.

 

“Yeah, he'd always travel with me, when Keade sent me to other villages to do something. He was my friend, and he saved my back side as many times as I saved his fluffy white tail.” She said distractedly, as she focused her power on a sutra she'd placed on the lip of the well.

 

Inu Yasha watched her, he liked being near her, she smelled of cherry blossoms, and jasmine, her aura was always calm, and seemed contagious, and she was always in a good mood.

 

She stood, and wobbled, looking about ready to fall back down.

 

Inu Yasha gently lifted her into his arms in a matter of seconds. He acted rough, but she could feel the hidden tenderness.

 

“Thank you.” She smiled sheepishly. “I just need a little nap…” She trailed off, yawning, her right hand fisted in his hoodie, and the left arm around his shoulders, as he carried her bridal style.

 

Inu Yasha walked back into Nanna's. “Ship, C'mon, we'll take her to our apartment, she'll be safe, we can hang out with her, since Dad and Miroku have already corrupted her mind.” Inu Yasha said softly.

 

Shippou nodded. “You guys, stop by our place later, we'll work on a Kouga proof plan. Sango, you and Kirara coming?” Shippou asked. He, Inu Yasha, Sango, and Miroku shared a penthouse.

 

“Yeah, right behind you.” Sango grabbed Hiraikotsu, and nodded to Kirara. “See Y'all later.” She muttered, looking stiff, and tired, but she was alive, and grateful to Kagome for that.

 

 

 

Miroku looked to Inu Taisho, Kouga, and Sesshoumaru. “I don't know about you old fogies, but I'm going to go keep an eye on them.”

 

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Taisho laughed. “You are older then me by centuries.”

 

Miroku winked as he grabbed his staff. “Yeah, but see, I'm permanently 19 years old, you, you just keep getting older and older…” He teased, dodging Kouga's cell phone, that was thrown by Fluffy, as Miroku jogged to catch up to the others.

 

 

 

Inu Yasha, Sango, and Shippou froze seeing Miroku following them.

 

“What?!” Miroku asked.

 

Kirara flashed into her large form, allowing Sango onto her.

 

“Guys, I'm the same damn perverted and lecherous monk you've known, but… well now you know, so what I'm the angel of death, it's been about nineteen maybe twenty year's I've know you, and I've yet to steal your souls.” Miroku said. “Whoopty freaking do, we all have our dark little secrets, Inu You're still pining over that slut Kikyou, Shippou you have a massive addiction to chocolate and soda, and the trunk of your Mustang is filled with both. Sango you fret over your brother who is in a coma in the Tokyo Hospital, Kirara, you hunt mice, you eat birds, and you willingly accept table scraps offered by anyone. Kagome, she want's people to see her as a girl, not as the world's strongest Miko, or the guardian of the Shikon No Tama.” Miroku listed off, as he brushed a couple stray feathers off his shirt.

 

Inu Yasha blushed for a brief instant before listening to the rest of what the Monk said. He looked down at the fragile form in his arms. He then looked over to the woman he considered a sister. He'd never known she had a little brother.

 

Shippou looked away, embarrassed.

 

Sango's eyes dropped to the ground, as she sat astride her partner, Kirara. “Kohaku…” She whispered.

 

“C'mon, I need a shower, I got demon blood on my feathers, and all over me, I'm sure Ship's gone too long without chocolate, and Kagome probably wouldn't mind a nice soft couch to nap on.” Miroku said, easily joining Sango on the Fire cat, as the others looked at him like he was a mind reader.

 

Inu Yasha nodded, realizing that in truth nothing had changed, the monk was still his adopted brother, and nothing would change that. He took off, bringing the others back to a similar conclusion.

 

 

 

 

 

Kagome was curled up asleep on one of the couches in their penthouse, she was still latched to Inu Yasha's hoodie, and he'd had to do a very weird move to get it of, with out dropping her, waking her, or falling on her.

 

Inu Yasha was in the kitchen cooking something.

 

Shippou was parked in front of the TV, with his back against the couch Kagome rested on, he had headphones on, that were hooked to the TV so as not to wake her, and he was playing a violent video game, as he popped M&M's into his mouth between kills.

 

Sango was on one of the other couch, reading a book about the feudal era, being curious about her new friend.

 

Kirara was assisting Inu Yasha in the kitchen, successfully tripping him twice and getting a raw steak each time.

 

Miroku finally exited the bathroom, his hair pulled back in the monk's tail, his jeans sagging low, showing blue plaid boxers, over the top of the black jnco's. He was barefoot, and his white t-shirt didn't leave much to the imagination, even though it proclaimed “You've been bad, go to my room.” He nodded to the quietly cursing Inu Yasha, and the purring Kirara, as he snagged a soda from the fridge.

 

Kagome moved slightly. “Silly puppy, sit there…” She murmured.

 

“Wh…” Inu Yasha slammed face down into the kitchen floor, as Kirara gained a package of bacon.

 

“I'll be back, Scruffy, I just gotta help Roku slay a demon… Stay..” She mumbled, curling tighter around the hoodie.

 

Sango snickered, hearing her friend's misfortune, and seeing Kirara book it down the hall with an open package of bacon.

 

Shippou looked over feeling the vibrations through the floor.

 

“She said the word in her sleep.” Sango explained.

 

Shippou laughed.

 

Miroku leaned back against the fridge, trying not to laugh at his friend's misfortune…

 

Inu Yasha forced himself up, cracking his broken nose back into place, and in seconds it healed. “Ow… Kirara, you are banished from the kitchen…” Inu Yasha growled, shaking himself. He finished making dinner, without waking up the priestess and yelling at her, which for him not to react to some one hurting him was odd.

 

Miroku studied his friend, and then closed the kitchen door, so it was just him and Inu Yasha, Yasha was finishing putting rice on the plates, and then the beef stir-fry over top. “You like her.” Miroku stated.

 

“Huh?” Inu Yasha asked.

 

“You like Lady Kagome, the way you looked at her after I told you what she wanted, what her secret was, and you didn't react when she subdued you in her sleep, and you let her take you beloved hoodie.” Miroku said.

 

Yasha blinked, and hid his blush.

 

“You hurt her, you answer to me.” Miroku warned.

 

“Oh great, the Miko has an in with the Angel of Death.” Yasha smirked.

 

“Hey, I plan on telling her the same thing, she's a little sister to me, that I've missed for the past five hundred years, and well, you're the obnoxious little brother I always wanted, so yeah…” Miroku said with a shrug.

 

Inu Yasha smiled, surprised that the Monk would take his side when a pretty girl was involved, and Kikyou didn't count, Miroku loathed the woman. “C'mon, help me serve dinner. You get to wake the Miko.”

 

“Great, is this because she can't purify me, or because you want your hoodie back?” Miroku teased…