InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dry Well a Portal to Where? ❯ He's your What!? ( Chapter 12 )

Three days later, once they'd finally kicked the jet lag, and done a bit of sight seeing they met up with Salem, and his right hand woman Indiana, at Salem's mansion.

 

Kagome stared in open mouthed shock at the three story house, with at least twenty five bedrooms.

 

Inu Yasha smirked. “You should see dad's place out in the country…” He said.

 

Miroku was scanning the area, as they stood just outside the front door, he felt a familiar presents.

 

Sango looked up at the monk. “Roku, what's up, you're growling…” She asked.

 

Kouga smirked to himself.

 

Shippou shook his head.

 

Miroku blinked, she had shortened his name… He looked down at her. “What?”

 

“You're growling.” She reminded him.

 

Before Miroku could answer, a man about 6'6” in a black suit walked up, head phones on, Limp Bizkit's Break Stuff blared from the phones, he was lean and tall, he'd gotten out of a nice Dodge Ram, with something big and bulky in the bed. He had a white dress shirt under his nicely tailored suit, and the first couple buttons were undone. He had a pair of Desert Eagles on his slim hips, and he had a cigarette in his lips. He head banged slightly as he unlocked the door, oblivious to the people he dodged past to get to the door. His deep blue eyes were hidden by black ray-ban sunglasses. He had a bit of black stubble on his chin, and his black hair was slightly ruffled but it was cut fairly short, and other then that the man was nicely groomed.

 

Sango let out a low whistle in appreciation…

 

“I second that…” Kagome said softly…

 

Inu Yasha and the other guys exchanged looks, Sesshoumaru and Taisho were already here someplace.

 

Miroku was the only one who didn't share in the confusion. He stared slack jawed at the man that had just brushed past him.

 

“Salem!” The man's low tenor bellowed through the main hall.

 

“What what!” Salem bellowed back from the bowels of his house.

 

“You got squatters on your porch as well as two very nice looking ladies!” The man bellowed back.

 

“Be there in a minute… Let em in would ya?!” Salem hollered.

 

“Fine!” The black suited man yelled back, his head phones now around his neck. He looked back to the people on the porch. “C'mon in, the old man e`ll be `ere in a moment.”

 

Kouga gave Miroku a hard shove, getting him to move over the threshold and into the house, as he, Shippou and Inu Yasha followed Sango, Kirara, Kaden, and Kagome into the foyer.

 

Kouga's eyes caught the silver cross on the chain around the man's neck, and he watched as the man picked an apple out of the basket on the table in the foyer, and he watched as the man started munching on it…

 

Salem came walking out, and nodded to those gathered. “Prince, the Lord and his son want to speak with you.” He said to Kouga.

 

Kouga nodded, and locked eyes with Kaden, before the pair jogged down the hall, following Taisho's scent.

 

Salem noticed all the attention was locked on the man in black. “You didn't introduce yourself did you?” He asked.

 

The mystery man, swallowed his last bite of apple, and looked at the Lord with a smirk. “Was I supposed to?”

 

Salem gave a dangerous growl.

 

“Down puppy, jeez pardon me for having a… heaven forbid… a sense of humor!” The man in black joked.

 

Salem gave him a look.

 

“Fine, m'names Nicholas D. Wolfwood, priest by trade, gunslinger by habit…” He bowed deeply. “Happy, puppy.”

 

“Wolfwood…” Miroku growled out, his violet blue eyes blazed with unspoken emotion.

 

Wolfwood froze, finally taking note of who the males were that were with the two lovely ladies…

 

“You…” Both priest and monk said in unison, annoyance in their voices. “I thought I got rid of you!”

 

“Reverend! Houshi-sama!” Salem said in a very commanding voice.

 

Both men silenced themselves.

 

Shippou looked to Inu Yasha…

 

Sango held Miroku's arm to keep him from advancing on the other man.

 

Side by side about the only difference between the two was their sense of style, and the glove on Miroku's hand, their hair style was different and the Priest was a bit scruffy around the edges, but they could have been the same person if they tried…

 

Kagome smiled at the Rev. “Wolfie!” She hugged him, not caring that he stiffened slightly, before he took notice of her.

 

“No… You… you're dead… I head about it…” He said shocked.

 

Kagome stepped back and lifted her chin, her hands hidden in her hoodie sleeves, as she looked away from him offended. “Keh, like a measly ryu demon could kill me…” She snorted softly…

 

Shippou snorted, covering his mouth to muffle his snickering.

 

Miroku raised an eyebrow, a half smirk filtering across his face.

 

Inu Yasha blushed.

 

Sango glared at him. “Yasha, I blame that completely and totally on you!” She said, before letting a giggle slip.

 

“Oh shit…” Wolfwood muttered. “She's been hanging out with the dog…”

 

Sango rolled her eyes, since no one was obviously going to introduce them she took it upon herself. “Hello, Wolfwood-sama, my name's Sango, this is Inu Yasha, that's Shippou, that's Kirara, you obviously know Kagome, and Lecher…” She said politely with a customary bow.

 

Wolfwood smirked. “Pleased to meet you Lady Sango, and you Dog-boy, we've met before, haven't met Shippou before, but I heard Dog-boy complain about him, and Lecher, is that your new name, I knew the boss should have just called you something like that…” Wolfwood gave a wicked smirk as he locked eyes with the Monk…

 

“No, the name is still Miroku, Nicholas D… What's the D stand for? Dumbass?” Miroku smirked, as he saw the other man rising to the bait.

 

“No sorry, but I see you still hide who and what you are, why is that… Brother…” Wolfwood asked, enjoying prodding his brother, it had been just over 200 years since they'd last seen each other, they were twins, Wolfwood was the elder by a few minutes.

 

“Because the one person that needs to know who and what I am, already knows…” Miroku growled…

 

“So Lady Sango doesn't need to know, even though it is obvious to the rest of us what you have planned?” Wolfwood prodded, nodding to Shippou, and Inu Yasha, as well as Salem, all being Canines of some kind, all knew that the monk had laid claim to the Taijiya even if Miroku didn't know it yet…

 

Miroku growled and lunged at his brother…

 

Both went down, rolling and fighting…

 

After a moment both were on their feet, Miroku's wings fully extended, and he drew his staff, he'd been keeping it strapped to his hip, with about a foot long handle, that extended to it's usual six foot, with his monk's ornament on top. He growled, his eyes flashed once.

 

Wolfwood smirked, he had his guns in his hands. “So you wanna play unfair, you got your beloved Staff, but I don't get to use my beloved toy?” Wolfwood taunted.

 

“You won't need it anymore…” Miroku growled deeply.

 

Inu Yasha looked to Shippou and Kagome asking what to do.

 

Kagome stared wide eyed, she'd never known that the pair was related.

 

Sango let out a low human growl, readjusting her hold on her Hiraikotsu…

 

Kirara stayed back with Kagome.

 

Wolfwood smirked, circling with Miroku so if by chance he missed his lecher of a brother he wouldn't hit the others…

 

Miroku growled…

 

Salem looked to Sango, hoping she could stop this, knowing that at least the monk would listen to her.

 

Wolfwood, got off six rounds, all neatly deflected by Miroku's staff, and all tidily lodged in the ceiling…

 

“Hiraikotsu!” Sango growled.

 

“Kitsune-Bi!” Shippou snarled.

 

“Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!” Yasha said, almost like he was bored…

 

“Strike!” Kagome muttered…

 

“Mew!—Roar!” Thump… Kirara neatly tackled the Priest, after Kagome landed her arrow soundly in his back.

 

Shippou blocked any more blows between the brothers with a wall of fox fire, and Yasha and Sango had Miroku just as pinned as his brother…

 

 

R&R

 

I don't own Inu Yasha, or Wolfwood.

 

A/N, I just had too, and you know it was kinda funny…. Maybe… well It made me laugh…