InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dry Well a Portal to Where? ❯ who-be-whatie? ( Chapter 10 )

“It's because for what ever insane reason that seems to resound in her head, she seems to trust you. Wake her or I'll let Sango do it.” Inu Yasha threatened.

 

“Right, you know me, never pass up an opportunity to grope an unsuspecting female.” Miroku did as he was told…

 

Three minutes later.

 

“Miroku, one of us is going to remove that hand, if it's me, it won't be attached to your body anymore.” Kagome warned her face still buried in the hoodie.

 

Miroku moved, so it looked like he hadn't done it, but unfortunately Inu Yasha was standing where the monk had been in order to pass Shippou his plate for dinner. “My Lady Kagome, I regret to inform you that it wasn't me.”

 

“Mi-ro-ku….” Kagome growled, a very cute human growl, dragging out his name. She sat up, her eyes wide seeing Inu Yasha standing there, looking down at her surprised, she without hesitating decked the dog hanyou.

 

“What the hell?! I was just passing Shippou his dinner!” Inu Yasha growled.

 

“Sit!” Kagome scowled at him.

 

Sango came to Yasha's rescue. “Kagome, it was the Monk, he had to move out of the way, so Yasha could give Shippou his plate.”

 

Kagome gave the monk her look of death, as she looked to Yasha. She crouched down next to him. “You okay, I'm sorry, the monk and his schemes. Here.” She touched a glowing pink finger to his check, taking away the pain, as his hanyou blood healed the broken bones in his face.

 

“Keh.” Yasha said, not looking at her, but Shippou got to see his friend's nice blush.

 

Kagome kissed his cheek. “Keade, always used to kiss my injuries so that they would heal faster, and make them all better.” She explained sheepishly, before she got to her feet. “You, monk.” She turned on her friend.

 

Miroku was hiding behind Sango.

 

Sango winked at Kagome, and glanced down at her own hands.

 

Kagome saw that Sango was counting down.

 

Sango suddenly ducked, and Kagome took the monk to the ground.

 

Sango stood again, smirking, seeing the shock on Miroku's face, as she watched, and admired Kagome's style, as the young priestess pinned the monk to the ground face down, with both his arms bent up behind his back.

 

Kagome leaned close behind him, so she could speak in his ear.

 

“Miroku, you ever touch me in appropriately, or I see you touching some one else like that again, I will make sure you learn a severe lesson about women, and their bad sides.” She twisted his right arm up till there was a pop as his shoulder popped out of the socket, then she released him, and got to her feet. “So what is dinner?” She asked.

 

“Ow…” Miroku stood his right arm, hanging limply at his side.

Sango stared wide eyed at the priestess. “You dislocated his shoulder!”

 

“So, it's his trick shoulder, he originally dislocated it, riding a shield down the side of an erupting volcano, doing something he called Lava boarding, it pops out really easily, and he can't move it when it's out, and I know for a fact it hurts to put it back in. Hopefully he'll eventually learn something.” Kagome said, as she sat down beside Shippou.

 

Sango smiled wickedly at Miroku then turned to Inu Yasha. “Can we keep her?”

 

“She is not a pet, and speaking of such, keep yours out of the kitchen.” Yasha muttered.

 

“Kirara hassled you again?” She asked.

 

“Yeah, two steaks, and a package of bacon.” He said.

 

“Wow.” Sango raised her eyebrows in surprise.

 

Shippou was snickering. “Kirara stole Yasha's package…” He completely lost it.

 

Kagome was lost, not understanding what Shippou meant.

 

Shippou whispered in her ear, and she blushed, laughing right along with Shippou.

 

Inu Yasha glared at Shippou. “Ship…” Yasha just shook his head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three years later….

 

Kagome was well versed in modern times, and modern slang, she'd even taken a liking to their clothing.

 

They were still searching for “Gilligan” or Naraku, as most sane people called him.

 

Inu Taisho was using every trick in his modern scrolls to track down the evil hanyou.

 

Kagome and Sango were practically sisters, and Miroku had actually gotten a date or two out of the Demon Slayer.

 

Yasha and Kagome were good friends, and Kagome had taken a liking to Shippou, because he reminded her of her little brother from back in the past…

 

It was easy to forget the priestess was from another time…

 

Inutaisho was holding a council of the other three Lords, to see if anyone had any leads on the dark Hanyou yet…

 

Kagome answered her cell phone.

 

“Gome… It's Shippou… Little trouble down town, think you can pick me up?” The voice on the other end asked.

 

“Where?” She smiled as she grabbed her keys and helmet before locking up the apartment she shared with the others as she headed for the elevator.

 

He rattled off the address.

 

“Shippou… Why are you on the corner next to the Police Station…” She asked as she waved to Sango who had just gotten back from a movie with Miroku, as they were coming through the lobby she was leaving.

 

“Uh… I got into a fight…” Shippou said. “Look I'll explain when you get here, promise…”

 

Kagome hung up, as she threw her leg over her bike, and pocketed her cell phone, she pulled on her helmet, and tore off, just as Yasha pulled up on his motorcycle.

 

Hers was a blue Suzuki Hayabusa GSRX, she drove it like a pro and pulled to a stop in front of the agitated Kitsune in a matter of about twenty minutes.

 

Both heard their cell phones go off, just as Shippou was about to explain.

 

“Hello, this is Shippou…” Shippou answered his.

 

“Hello, Kagome here…” She answered hers.

 

“Yasha…” Was heard on the other end as well.

 

“Monk or Death…” Miroku answered.

 

“Sango here, what can I kill for you today…” Sango answered.

 

“Miroku? Did you just say Monk of death?” Kagome giggled.

 

Apparently they were all on the same line.

 

“Hello Angels…” A man's voice said.

 

“Dad! Knock that the fuck off!” Yasha growled.

 

“Yasha be nice to Inu!” Kagome immediately scolded him.

 

Miroku was obviously laughing…

 

“I'm no one's freaking Angel…” Sango growled.

 

“True, but you are one hell of a demon in the bed room…” Miroku teased.

 

There was a crashing and a banging an then there was a whimper from the monk.

 

Shippou and Kagome exchanged a look of pity for their friend…

 

“He's still alive, now what's this about, pops.” Sango said.

 

“Dude… I think he's probably glad he's an angel… She broke his hips with her knee…” Yasha whispered into the phone.

 

“Enough, you are all scheduled for a flight to the United States, meet me at the airport in two hours, and Shippou, pull your punches.” Taisho said.

 

“I … Meh…” Shippou grumbled.

 

“All the lord's doggies, and all the lords friends, could not put monk boy back together again…” Sango said all too sweetly.

 

“Shippou and I will be there in about twenty minutes, guys. Miro, be careful…” Kagome shook her head as she and Shippou hung up.

 

 

 

 

Kouga meet them at the airport in his biker leathers with his duffel across his back, and his big chocolate brown wolf at his side, the wolf answered to the name Kaden.

 

Sesshoumaru was there as well looking a little bored in carpenter wrangler jeans, and a hoodie, his long silver hair in a low pony tail, like Kouga's long black hair.

 

Taisho was in his usual Armani, Black, with a silver silk shirt.

 

Miroku was in his usual street clothes, but he was leaning on his staff, his lucky back pack over his right shoulder.

 

Shippou nodded to the others, he had his chain scythe on his belt an his duffel was in his hand.

 

Inu Yasha had his sword at his hip, and he look a bit miffed, his ears were plastered back to his head, and his backpack had his skateboard strapped to it.

 

Kirara mewed as she sat on the Slayer's shoulder, who kept Kagome between her and the monk, Sango had Hiraikotsu across her back, and a military duffel bag beside her.

 

Kagome had her quiver, her newest, strongest bow, and her back pack, she was in her Harley Davidson boots, and other then that she looked like a skater girl.

 

“We're to meet a man in Detroit, Michigan, you are all to be on your best behavior, and I know that because Kagome is a Miko she will more then likely be able to understand the foreign language, I know you've all had training in it, but I know that Yasha, Miroku, and Sess have actually had to use it, if you have appropriate question's ask. Miroku, no lude comments, don't let any of us catch you propositioning a woman you find on a street corner, because we will throw you to Sango's mercies. Keep on your guard, Kouga, you'll have to put a collar and a leash on Kaden, as Sango will have to do to Kirara. Load em up, and head out.” Taisho said, as though he was back in the feudal era ordering his troops.

 

Kagome chanced a giggle.

 

Everyone looked to her.

 

She locked eyes with Inutaisho. “Sir, yes, sir, Inutaisho-sama!” She echoed the voice of the man that had always been Taisho's yes man.

 

Taisho snorted. “Get your asses on the plane.” He said, realizing Kagome's humor.

 

They boarded Taisho's private plane, and were in the air in moments.

 

 

Inu Yasha fell asleep with his head on Kagome's shoulder, as Shippou, Miroku, Sesshoumaru, and Kouga played halo on the X-box…

 

Sango stretched out on one of the couches and let her self catch some sleep…

 

Taisho was the only one that picked up the Slayer had a knee brace on, under her jeans, more then likely she had hurt herself inflicting pain on the perverted monk.

 

 

 

 

 

Several hours later, and half a world away….

 

Miroku was snuggled up to Sango on the couch asleep, his arms around her waist, and his face hidden in the crook of her neck.

 

Shippou was sprawled on the floor, on his back, in the pefect impression of a dead body, as he slept. Kaden slept with his head on the Kitsune's chest…

Kirara slept on the fox demon's stomach, and there was a sticky note on his forehead proclaiming him Dr. Doolittle.

 

Kagome had fallen asleep, but Yasha had tuned the tables, he had his back against the arm of the couch, and she was in his lap, her back against his chest, and her head against his shoulder, as they slept, with Tetsusaiga along the back of the couch.

 

Sesshoumaru had fallen asleep in the middle of a staring contest with Kouga…

 

The wolf prince had head phones hooked up to an electric guitar, as he let his fingers fly up and down the neck, as he silently played, unable to sleep, his mind in overdrive.

 

Taisho was playing Devil May Cry on the PS2, with the sound turned down, and his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he fought through the trials…

 

They were barely jarred as the plane landed…

 

Kouga looked over to the Lord.

 

They both exchanged a devious look.

 

Kouga grabbed an air horn, and a bright flash light, as Taisho did the same…

 

Kouga snuck up on Inu Yasha, as Taisho stalked up to Miroku…

 

1…

 

2…

 

3…

 

The shone the flash lights as they blared the air horns, and both yelled. “LOOK OUT FOR THAT TRUCK!”

 

Inu Yasha scooped up Kagome, and leapt high, hard, and back ward, slamming his head and shoulders in the top of the cabin as he then slammed down on the ground, almost crushing the Miko.

 

Shippou sat bolt upright, as did Sesshoumaru.

 

Miroku had an identical reaction to Inu Yasha, but he rolled landing with Sango on top of him.

 

Inu Yasha and Miroku made sure the ladies were okay before they stalked Taisho and Kouga…

 

“Inu Yasha….” Kagome grumbled… She rubbed her shoulder from were it had caught their impact into the ground.

 

“Houshi…” Sango growled…

 

Both glanced back at the girls…

 

“Kirara, Kill.” Sango muttered.

 

“Sit.” Kagome said, as Shippou helped her to her feet.

 

Kirara seemed to smile at the Monk.

 

Inu Yasha crashed to the ground.

 

Taisho and Kouga broke up laughing…

 

 

 

 

 

Much arguing and about fifteen minutes later… Their stuff was being taken to their hotel, they still had their weaponry as well as Kaden and Kirara.

They were supposed to meet some one that Taisho refused to speak about here in about ten minutes...

 

Kouga howled suddenly, and Miroku and Inu Yasha were by Kagome and Sango ever so innocently.

 

“Kouga are you alright?” Kagome asked.

 

“No! Those rat bastards twisted my nipple rings…” He growled.

 

Sango stepped on Miroku's foot, on Kouga's behalf, as Kagome smacked Inu Yasha's ass, and gave him a look that told him to behave himself…