InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dry Well a Portal to Where? ❯ Allies... ( Chapter 18 )

A/N: Yeah, spur of the moment update, it's random, and well… I'm not too sure what I was thinking… Hope you enjoy.

 

 

They'd been back at the mansion, gathering their forces secretly for nearly five days.

 

Kagome, Sango, Rin, Kagura, Kirara, and Kaden were out on the back deck.

 

Indiana had had to go to Australia to talk to her Fiancee.(I can never get their spelling right, my apologies.)

 

Sesshoumaru was out in the back year with Inu Yasha, Shippou, and Kouga, talking, and sparring.

 

Miroku was talking on his cell phone, calling in a couple favors, and allies.

 

Wolfwood was arguing with his cell phone, or the person on the other end, he was working on his motorcycle at the same time, and he banged his wrench on the ground, as he growled. “Just get your but down here! You owe me at least that much! Yeah, what ever, I will come up there, and kick your ass all the way across Canada, the great lakes, and most of the state!” Wolfwood threatened.

 

Inu Yasha was sparing with Kouga, they fought too much to begin with…

 

Sesshoumaru was teaching Shippou a few things…

 

Salem walked out on the back deck, and nodded to the ladies.

 

Tai walked out a couple steps behind him, shaking his head. “So, we're having a BBQ with our allies, you called them all here?”

 

“Yup, tomorrow afternoon.” Salem said. “We are keeping Miroku, Sango, and Kagome's skills a secret till we have their agreement…” He said matter of factly.

 

 

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The next afternoon, Wolfwood watched from the roof, smoking as always, as different vehicles parked in the circular drive.

 

He raised an eyebrow as a Clydesdale sized reindeer fly in, and landed, with a tall lean man on his back. The man was in black leather pants, a black leather jacket, with a red t-shirt beneath it, his blonde hair was spiked, and his sunglasses hid his eyes, as he nodded to the reindeer, before he swaggered to the front door, his gait deadly, purely predatory…

 

Wolfwood shook his head, smiling to himself, his friend always knew how to make an entrance…

 

There were various cars there from the different Lords, and the generals.

 

He was about to turn and head to the back of the roof, to over see the `party' when he heard the most annoying scream of a siren, over and over again… He damn near fell off the roof when he saw the old vehicle, with the lights flashing and the siren wailing away.…

 

 

In the back yard Salem mingled with his guests, his chef was working the grills, and there was a buffet table set up. He could see the little slip of a Miko, sitting on the bench, near the pond to one side of his yard. He smiled softly, seeing Sango beside the young woman. He knew that Kagome knew many of these demons, from her time, but he prayed that they wouldn't recognize her for a while longer.

 

Inu Yasha sat in his tree, with in spitting distance of the bench, keeping a close eye on his Miko. He was finally healed, his puppy ear was even whole again.

 

Sesshoumaru was forced to mingle with his father and Kouga.

 

Shippou sat with Kagura, and Rin, toward the edge of the deck….

 

Miroku stood beneath Inu Yasha's tree, his arms crossed, and leaning back against it, his monks staff leaning against his shoulder, his eyes scanned the crowd, keeping track of his Lord, and the heir.

 

Kirara managed to con several people out of food, as did Kaden.

 

It was then that the tall lean man walked in, he was nearly 6'8”, he had a little bit of stubble on his chin, and he had his hands shoved in his pockets, but it was obvious he was packing, but only one gun, and it rode on his hip. He had that dangerous air about him, and the crowd seemed to part for him.

 

His lips twitched into a slight smirk, the little rings in his ears, catching the light, he nodded to Miroku, who's mouth had fallen open.

 

He slowly made his way over, his black biker boots staying silent on the grass. “Miroku.” He greeted, a slight smile in his voice.

 

“Santa…” Miroku slowly recovered from the shock. “Where's the red trench coat?”

 

“Dry cleaners.” The man said, looking over his sunglasses at Miroku with beautiful jade green eyes, as he shot the man his wining smile. “Needed to get the blood washed out of it.” He shrugged.

 

Miroku shook his head, and then gave the man a half hug. “Long time no see.”

 

“Sorry, my igloo doesn't have Internet.” He smiled, joking with the man.

 

“So how'd you get stuck as Santa?” Miroku asked.

 

“No good deed goes unpunished. I helped the old guy out a few times, and in return apparently he left me his empire in his will.” The blonde man said.

 

“You put a totally new spin on the man in the red suit…” Miroku laughed.

 

“Eh, least you aren't trying to talk me into putting white fur on my trench…” He shrugged. He winced, as just then the sound of the siren broken through the dull roar of every one mingling.

 

Several of the Youkai were wincing, because of their sensitive hearing.

 

“Lord Salem, what in heaven's name!?” One of the lesser Lords demanded.

 

“Our last guests.” Salem said, to the twenty five `people' that he had congregated in his back yard, hoping that they would be willing to help.

 

The back doors to the house opened, and the silhouette of four men paused on the thresh hold, taking in the sight of everyone watching them…

 

R&R Bonus points will be awarded to those who can guess who the four are, or who `Santa' is, c'mon Santa's easy… Sorry it's short, but I wanna leave you hangin….