InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Shippo's Betrayal ❯ Tragedy and Bouncy Beds ( Chapter 2 )

Author's Notes: I'm sorry for any ooc there might be in here. I haven't watched many episodes of Inuyasha or read the comic books, but I am quite an avid fan. Thanks to my friend who keeps me informed of most of the things and for being my first reviewer! Or I think she's my first reviewer. Can't tell much from `Me, you know who I am.' Well then. On with the show. Oh and I may not be able to update frequently, given the fact that I am at school 7 hours a day and that I suffer from constant writer's block. I got stuck on one paragraph for two hours. :P. Ok. Chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or anything else in here. Wish I did, but I don't. I don't own anything much at all. If you are offended by anything in here, don't bother suing me. All you'll get is some moldy chips and two dollars and 37 cents. If you're lucky the chips might be micro waved. Gee. I'm beginning to feel depressed at the lack of stuffs I have. * sniffle *

~devil_kitsune

Shippo's Betrayal: The Movie

Chapter Two

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Tragedy and Bouncy Beds

"All right people! As Miss Hirugashi has succeeded in sobering up," Kagome looked quite embarrassed, "we can now resume today's work. And…" Toshaki waited for them to get into position and squirm a little bit, "action!"

Kagome groaned and fluttered open her eyes, only to let them fall closed again due to the throbbing pain in her head. "Wait a minute…I'm a miko. I can't let this get in my way." She struggled to get on her feet, but discovered her hands and feet were tied tightly with rope that bit through her skin. She settled on sitting up. "Geez…where am I?" She was apparently lying on muddy ground, and her school uniform didn't do any good for protecting against the bitter cold. The noon sun's warmth was blocked by the thick, gloomy treetops. Kagome looked around, familiarizing herself with the surroundings. "Wha…Sango? What are you doing here?" The girl still lay unconscious a few feet from her and did not respond. She was also tied up in the same fashion. "Damn Inuyasha…" Kagome cursed at him for no apparent reason. She needed someone to get mad at. Trying futilely to inch close to Sango, she fell over, and her head brushed against her shoulder. Just then, Sango regained consciousness, and apparently thinking that it was Miroku, out of pure reflex she tried to reach for her boomerang and began moving her shoulders in a motion that appeared to be her trying to beat Kagome's head to a bloody pulp. "Pervert houishi! Get away!"

"Sango! Stop! It's me OW!" Sango's shoulder had hit Kagome in her face.

"Wha? Where's my boomerang? Why am I tied up? Kagome? Oh my gosh! Sorry! What the…where am I?"

Kagome wriggled away and managed to right herself again. She saw a little spot of blood staining the grass where her head had lain, presumably from her head wound. She was pretty sure it wasn't from when Sango's shoulder had made contact with her face. Kagome also noticed a heap of metal somewhere behind Sango. "Hey! What did they do to my bike?" Suddenly, Kagome heard the sound of footsteps squishing in the mud. She and Sango froze. A tall, shadowy figure began to appear in the depths of the gloomy woods.

"Kagura…" Kagome whispered silently.

"Yes, you're right, little miko. I am Kagura, Demon of the Winds, and you can't do a single thing about it once I'm done with you." Kagura tried to make her red eyes blaze fiercely, but they just wouldn't do it.

`Come on, dammit, blaze!' She tried again, and failed. "All right, cut! Lemme figure out how to do this blazing thing again. I had it a few moments ago before we started this scene." Kagura then proceeded to try and blaze her eyes, but failed the first few times and ended up squinting her eyes tightly and looking like a Mexican with Down's syndrome. She finally got it right. "Ok, I'm good now, we can start again."

Kagome tried feebly to conjure up a kekkai to protect Sango and her, but her strength was drained from the excruciating pain in her head and the efforts she had already exerted to sit up. She glared, and bent down her head in hopes of concealing the Shikon shards hanging from her neck.

Kagura walked over and tilted Kagome's head up with her finger, and with the other hand snatched the tiny bottle of shards from her. Kagome struggled in vain, trying to get one of her hands free, and in desperation bit Kagura's finger.

The demon dropped the shards in surprise, but was not hurt. She wiped off the few drops of blood, and picked up the Shikon shards again. Picking out one that she fancied, Kagura inserted it into her neck. A thin thread of blood trickled down and stained her kimono. Her eyes blazed with a blinding redness now. "Pitiful ningens…actually it's quite amusing to see you twist around like a fish out of water…well no matter. I have no more use for you. Oh, and little Taijiya, thank you for your boomerang. It will serve as a nice play toy."

"Bitch…" Kagome hissed vehemently. Before she could get any farther, Kagura took out her fan, unfolded it with a neat flick of her wrist, and slashed at the girls, using her Dance of Blades. Wounds suddenly appeared on their bodies, a rush of wind ruffling their hair. Their bodies went limp, one of Kagome's wounds bleeding profusely. Kagura noticed her attack was much more powerful than usual. She chuckled. "Now now…what to do with these dead bodies…aha!" The wind demon conjured up the same twister that had brought them there. The limp forms were whisked away, to be deposited in a random spot.

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A little while back, in the woods.

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Inuyasha had worked himself into a blind rage now, and was still cursing thickly at himself for not staying and protecting them, all the while running through the thick grass at a breakneck speed. He had decided Miroku could walk, or rather run, by himself, and the monk trailed a good distance behind Inuyasha, and was rubbing his throat where the robe had chafed his neck.

Inuyasha's ears pricked suddenly at the sound of a distant roar. A few moments later a twister appeared in the woods, headed straight towards them.

"Kagura's twister! Miroku, jump in after me, it will probably take us to her."

"Err…" Miroku wasn't that sure about leaping into a vortex of wind that would probably dump them in a wasteland.

"Sango." The single word was enough to change Miroku's mind. Little did he or the others know that the said demon exterminator was actually a very very distant relative of Genghis Khan. A few generations back her great-grandfather had been sentenced to death for an unknown reason by his grandfather, who was ruler of ancient Mongolia, and so he traveled east with his one month pregnant wife and managed to hitch a ride on a drug boat to Japan. They hid out for a couple months and then managed to blend in with the commoners, peddling random items and such. Then the baby came. It was a girl. The father died three years later, terribly disappointed at not having a boy, with the wife telling him on his deathbed that the child wasn't his. Not long after the wife died a horrible death of a rare form of tuberculosis.

The girl was taken in by a kind family, raised, and then she married and had kids, and so on until Sango was born. By this time the family members were respected demon exterminators, and Sango was raised as one too, along with her brother who came a bit later.

Now the only resemblance she held to Khan was a very violent nature and a short temper with the opposite sex.

(Ok. Back to the story.)

The twister was approaching, and Inuyasha backed up a bit, got a running start and leaped in. Miroku was hesitant, but he remembered Sango and followed. The twister dissipated just as the pair had made their jump, depositing Kagome and Sango. Inuyasha jumped into nothing and fell down on top of them. Miroku, having already jumped also, fell down on top of Inuyasha and rolled off into the river.

* oof * "What the hell just happened?" Inuyasha rolled off the pile of bodies after Miroku into the river.

"WHAT THE!! SINCE WHEN WAS THERE A ****ING RIVER ****ING HERE??? I DON'T REMEMBER A ****ING RIVER BEING IN THE SCENE!" (Inuyasha is quite mad. Can you tell?) The hanyou dragged himself out of the river, dripping wet and fuming and was positively volatile. Miroku followed after him and backed away, not wanting to be a victim of the furious Inuyasha. "SINCE WHEN WAS THERE A RIVER THERE??" he repeated. Kagome and Sango got up, and also wondered what the hell a river was doing there, but they then burst out laughing since it had not happened to them. They received one of Inuyasha's famous frosty glares. Kagome rubbed her throat, and, noticing something on her finger, said, "Oh crap. I rubbed off the fake blood. Where's that makeup girl? Saima!"

"WELL? WHATS WITH THE DAMN RIVER?" Inuyasha continued to fume. Miroku edged away, trying not to be noticed, and ran. He reappeared a few moments later in dry clothes, and sat down dangerously close to Sango. She glared and raised her hand threateningly.

Mr. Toshaki calmly replied, "Mr. Inuyasha, I must remind you, as you say, what the f*** a f***ing river is doing there. It was where Kagome was headed the last chapter. It may have slipped my mind, but I'm pretty sure I mentioned it. I must ask you to refrain from this temper tantrum, change your clothes, and continue the scene. Miss Hirugashi has already caused us enough delay today." Kagome grumbled. Inuyasha fumed silently, and stomped off to change his clothes, leaving a trail of wet footprints and splashing water everywhere from his swinging hair.

One of the cameramen yelled, "Hey, what's your f***ing problem, f***ing idiot? You got water all over my equipment!" He ignored the hastily made cut-throat sign by Miroku, and ignored the hastily made DON'T DO THAT sign scrawled in pen on the back of his script made by Toshaki, and stomped off after Inuyasha, who had apparently ignored him. The angered cameraman tackled the also angered Inuyasha and they immediately began fighting, although Inuyasha didn't have a clue why the attacker had just tackled him. But hey, he was mad and he needed to let off some steam.

"My god," Toshaki muttered. "THIS IS NOT THE JERRY SPRINGER SHOW! GET YOURSELVES TOGETHER!" They ignored him. Toshaki sighed. "Didn't really want to have to use this but oh well." He sprayed the fire extinguisher onto the pair of insensible rather stupid men. They stopped. "Ok. You're fired, you're fired. Wait a minute. Inuyasha, you're rehired. You," he pointed to the cameraman, "are still fired. Now get out." The cameraman muttered something about the squirrel in the tree making him do it and walked off, but not before slipping into the snack bar and stealing all the food and cackling evilly. "My preciousss…"

Toshaki looked questionably at the now loping away former cameraman. "Surrounded by idiots…" A moment later Inuyasha walked back in fresh clothes with his hair wrapped up on his head with a towel turban style. Kagome giggled and commented, "You look utterly ridiculous, do you know that?"

Inuyasha glared. He stalked away again, and returned with the turban towel off and dry hair. "Ok. Pleeeeeeease. No more disruptions. If all goes well for the rest of the day everyone gets a beer. `cept Kagome. Just kidding. Ok…everyone ready? Action!"

"What the hell happ-Kagome!!!"

She lay on the ground, Sango sprawled next to her. They were both motionless. Inuyasha leapt up and immediately bent over her, checking for a pulse, finding none. The flow of blood from her wound had diminished to a slight trickle now, and then stopped completely, leaving her school uniform blouse soaked red with blood. Inuyasha tried to deal with the sudden rush of emotions in his head, found that he couldn't, and whispered frantically, "Oh god, don't be dead, please…you're all I have…"

Miroku, who was getting up and rubbing his aching behind, said resentfully, "Geez. Told you it was a bad idea." He turned around, and his face went pale. "What the hell…how…" He fell silent, apparently also dealing with the rush.

"If they're…then we need to get to my brother. Tenseiga." Inuyasha stood up, waiting for Miroku to recover, but he was still shaking from the shock as well. Miroku nodded his head, brightening somewhat at the prospect of still being able to save them. His face darkened again. "Your brother lives in the western lands…we're nowhere near there…how are we going to get there in time?"

Inuyasha darkened also. "Shit. Umm…what about Hachi? If we could find him then we could get there a little quicker."

"If. We have to find another way."

The two men pondered. A car whizzed by behind them. No one noticed. Very soon they saw, or rather heard, the answer to their problems. A loud meow came from the direction of where Kagome and Sango lay.

"Hey…raccoons don't happen to meow, do they?"

"Nah. Why?"

"Think I just heard something meow…"

"Pfft. Probably just a figment of your imagination."

Inuyasha shrugged and went back to pondering. He heard the meow again, and ignored it. He then received five rather painful scratches on his back. "What the…f*** it all!" Inuyasha leapt up, hit his head on a low tree branch, nearly knocked a squirrel off, and got a load of pointy acorns on the head, in addition to the red welts on his back. "What have I done to the gods…" Inuyasha muttered. He turned around, and saw an innocent looking Kirara sitting in front of him, tails switching calmly. "That cat is going to die someday…" he fumed, working himself back up to a state of raging and ranting.

Miroku had turned around at the sound of tearing cloth and mad squirrel and looked in bemusement at the once again mad hanyou. He raised his eyebrow at the sight of a growing puddle of Inuyasha's blood.

"Now what have you done, Dog boy?" Miroku muttered as he went to help the poor, rather miserable-looking hanyou.

"It's sorta obvious isn't it?" His voice steadily increased in volume. "The damn cat. Fucking. Tore. Off. My. Fucking. Back!" He had reached the state.
"Err…ok then. Yeah. Kirara! Glad you showed up, we really need your help--" Miroku was rudely interrupted.

"Yeah, so get the hell out of here!"

"Inuyasha you idiot. You do know that Kirara flies right?"

"Oh. Yeah. So…she can take us to my brother?" Inuyasha had obviously calmed down a bit, but he still looked at the cat with an evil glare. Kirara looked back at him with an expression that seemed to say, "Evil dog breath bastard."

"Basically." Miroku took out a chocolate bar from his last trip to the present time and unwrapped it. "Her…sheys…hmm. Strange word." He took a bite of it and rolled in chocolaty bliss. He got out of the bliss and rubbed Kirara's ears vigorously. She purred in pleasure and began rolling around, but got up again.

She seemed to know what they were thinking, and transformed into her demon self, still glaring at Inuyasha, with a look that now said, "I'm doing this for Sango-chan and Kagome-chan not you. And I can eat you."

Inuyasha seemed to step off after that last sentence. Kirara crouched down to allow them to climb up. When she had made sure Miroku was securely seated and the girls were secured too, she took off, ignoring the protesting hanyou who had just barely managed to hang on after delivering the bodies to Miroku.

Kirara pawed the air, gaining speed, knowing that time was critical. Her flaming tail switched, as Inuyasha and Miroku slowly began to doze off, Inuyasha jerking awake at times and checking that Kagome and Sango were still there. Finally he fell into a light slumber, fingers unconsciously stroking Kagome's hair.

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At Sesshoumaru's castle.

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Finally. Shippo could see the grand turrets of the castle. He sighed in relief, and began dropping down, and poofed into his normal form, collapsing in a heap on the ground. The hot noon sun beat down on him relentlessly. He got up. Sesshoumaru's cloud dissolved into nothingness as he dropped down and walked towards the castle doors, seeming to forget that Shippo was stumbling along behind him. Sesshoumaru pushed open the double doors, and Shippo barely managed to squeeze in and fall on the floor before the engraved wooden doors swung shut with a deafening bang. He immediately had a wooden staff swing down dangerously close to his head, and heard a voice say, "Master Sesshoumaru, what is this little fool here for? Would you like me to finish him, sir?" This was immediately followed by the sound of a hand connecting rather hard with a head, and a piece of wood falling with a clatter to the ground.

"No, fool! Leave us."

Sesshoumaru picked up the staff and tossed it after the quickly retreating Jaken. He waited for Shippo to get to his feet, and then swung at a bell hanging from the wall. A maid quickly came hurrying to, and said quickly, "How may I help you sir?"

"Get this kitsune to his room, you should know where it is. Give him a bit of food for now until dinner."

"Yes sir."

Shippo had brightened considerably at the thought of food, and trotted along behind the maid. After walking through countless corridors and halls and up a couple flights of stairs, Shippo was beginning to get tired, but they finally reached his intended room. The maid opened the door, and Shippo nearly fell over, but not from the door. The room appeared huge, with a large comfortable-looking bed in the middle. A wardrobe stood to the right, some small chairs to the left. Shippo pranced in, poking the bed. He noticed that the maid was still standing at the door.

"Would you like anything?"

"Err…" Shippo wasn't used to having people wait on him. "Do you have any Ramen?"

The maid stared at him.

"Or a sandwich would be good."

"Of course. Anything else?"

"Oh yeah. Is there anywhere that I can take a bath?"

"Umm…bath?"

Shippo mentally hit himself in the head. Most of these people had never heard of baths before; he had only been introduced to them by Kagome.

"Err…never mind." The maid seemed to be relieved at the thought of not having to find this kitsune something called a bath, and walked off to get a sandwich.

As soon as she had left, Shippo quietly shut the door. He tried to get up on the bed, but it was so massive that he was unable to clamber onto the soft covers. He then spied a chair that was to the left of the bed. Shippo dragged it over to the bedside, then hopped up onto the chair and pulled himself up to the bed. He then immediately began jumping on it. Not expecting it to be quite so bouncy, Shippo was catapulted upwards and his head narrowly grazed the ceiling. He fell back down, and tried to get off, but he was shot upwards again, but not quite so high this time. He managed to steer himself to the side and get off the bed. Fortunately, there was the chair to catch him, but he missed and fell with a rather loud thud on the ground. At this time, the maid opened the door and walked in with his sandwich. After a bit of staring, she asked, "Err…may I ask why you are lying on the floor?"

"Uh…I tripped." Shippo got up and accepted the sandwich. "Thanks."

The maid nodded and retreated out of the room. "Oh, and Lord Sesshoumaru says that dinner will be in an hour."

Shippo closed the door after her, and climbed back onto the bed with the sandwich in his teeth. Within a few moments the food had been demolished, and Shippo sat on the bed, brushing a few crumbs off of his front. His stomach was satiated now, but still hungry. He stood up, and found that his weight had left a rather deep indentation in the thick blue and gold covers. Shippo pondered on what to do for a minute. Pch. What the heck, he had an hour to kill. He crawled under the warm covers and fell asleep.

~end~

How'd you like that one?

Note: The whole family tree of Genghis Khan is completely fictional, as well as his personality, I think. Pleeeeeeeeease review. I get depressed.