InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tales from a Misplaced Parking Lot ❯ Tale Two ~ Enter the Devils ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Tales from the Misplaced Parking Lot

 

Author: Anonymous Fangirl

 

Summary: What does one devil, one familiar, two sinners, a wisher, and the angel of death have in common? Not a whole lot, actually ^.^;

 

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Chapter Two

 

Enter the Devils

 

“I found it. We're staying here.” Inuyasha said as he reached in to his hat and pulled out Shippo, how, with one look around, decided that he hated the place.

 

“It's ugly. . . and barren.” Shippo complained. “And there is a house over there!” Shippo said, pointing to the shrine.”

 

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. “Okay, this is your very first move, so I won't get too annoyed when I explain everything to you.” Inuyasha pulled Shippo the rest of the way out of the hat and snapped his fingers. “Alright, hat! Make this place look nice! Gimme lots n' lots of flowers!”

 

Nearly immediately, the entire lot and most of the shrine was in bloom with flowers shaded pinks and blues and yellows. Inuyasha hissed in a breath. “Not so girly! Darker flowers. . .”

 

The color in the flowers began to drain, and they were left looking deep shades of blues and red and greens. “Perfect.” Inuyasha said with a smile, picking up a single dark rose. “Beautiful.”

 

Shippo scrunched his nose. “You would think that, goth - zilla.”

 

Inuyasha glared at him out of the corner of his eye. “Excuse me if I think that bright colors are just too. . . bright.”

 

Shippo rolled his eyes and cast a look at the shrine. “Do you think anyone saw?” He asked quietly.

 

Inuyasha shook his head. “I don't sense anyone's presence, which means their either gone or asleep, and seeing how there's no car in the driveway, I'm going to go with the first choice.” Inuyasha surveyed his work, and smiled. “Now for a building.” He lay his hat down on the ground and scratched his chin. “I'm thinking something business like. . .”

 

Shippo grunted. “I'm thinking you're out of your mind if you think I'll live in an empty office building again.”

 

Inuyasha snorted, and handed Shippo his hat. “Fine. Then you pick our new home.” If worse came to worse and Inuyasha didn't like the building, he could always just redo it.

 

Shippo made a hmmm sound and smiled. “Aha!” He exclaimed, jumping on top of the hat. “I want a shrine!”

 

Inuyasha scoffed. “But there's a shrine right there!”

 

Shippo bit his bottome lip. “Then I want a shrine inspired house!” Shippo gripped the hat tightly, and squeezed his eyes tight, trying to imagine every detail.

 

“Picture it, Shippo. Picture every detail. Every brick, every stone, every lat plank of wood.” Inuyasha reminded him, slightly pleased that the young boy had finally decided to start actually be serious about his training. “Imagine food in the fridge, and food in the cabniets - lots and lots of ramen in the cabniets!” Inuyasha said, rubbing his hands together.

 

Shippo groaned “I'm picturing it. . .” He said.

 

“Two bathrooms this time.” Inuyasha told him, leaning down and touching the hat as to lend he kitsune some of his power. “And, if possibly, separate hallways for us.” Even if it had been his choice to take on the brat, he didn't want to spend any more time with him than he had to. Which was why he tried not to lose his temper when he was teaching him things. He didn't want to have to repeat himself.

 

“What do you want in the living room?” Shippo asked, not opening his eyes for fear of losing the image he had painted in his mind's eyes.

 

“A plasma screen t.v. Forty plus inches. Games, matching sofas and chairs. Try to color coordinate around dark reds.” Inuyasha told him.

 

Inuyasha saw Shippo's eyes roll beneath his eyelids, and he was proud that the runt hadn't opened his eyes. He was doing a pretty okay job.

 

“Done.” Shippo told him, still keeping his eyes closed as he awaited his next instructions.

 

“Toliet paper in the bathroom?” Inuyasha reminded him. “Towels? Soaps? Bed sheets? Did you remember-“

 

“I remembered everything, Inuyasha!” Shippo complained.

 

“Then you can open your eyes now.”

 

Shippo did, and he looked around in disappointment. “It's not here.” He sniffled, whining once more. “It didn't work!” Shippo cried out. Inuyasha rolled his eyes and smacked him over the head, extracting a loud ouch! From the boy. “What was that for!?” Shippo demanded, rubbing his sore head.

 

Inuyasha scoffed. “For being a moron. And a whiny cry baby!” He mumbled something along the lines of, and when he finally seems to be growing up, he turns around and acts like this again!

 

“Don't call me a moron!” Shippo sniffled, wiping his tears.

 

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. “Then lift up the hat and let's see how good you are at building lots.”

 

Shippo looked down at the hat, lying so passively on the ground. But he knew it's secret. Leaning down, Shippo lifted it up, just a little bit, so that he could see his work.

 

And a stream of colors and lights came out.

 

“One!” Inuyasha counted, lifting the hat high above his head, gripping the top most folds of it so the he wouldn't block the magic.

 

“Two!” Shippo counted with him this time, standing on Inuyasha's shoulders and reaching desperately for the hat, so that he, too, might add what little magic he had to the spell.

 

“Three!” The number acted as a lightswitch, and as soon as it was spoken, the color shut off, revealing to the two devils a their brand new house.

 

It was a fairly large house. . . takening up most of it's space horizontally. It was colored a light beige, and trimmed with a red that matched Inuyasha's suit perfectly. It had a main section, and two wings that sprouted off and curled, making a kind of fence in. The two wings were connected by a tall, wooden gate, which was currently locked.

 

Inuyasha gave Shippo an even look, but Shippo just smiled. “Check your pocket for the key, before you come crying home to-me!” He recited the poem Inuyasha had taught him earlier that year.

 

Inuyasha did as the child obliged - too happy that he had actually remembered that small detail to complain (it gave him hope that the kid wasn't a lost cause). Pulling out his key chain, he immediately notice the new key, which had a fox shaped handle. Shaking his head, Inuyasha made his way towards the gate and put his hat back on his head.
“Only you, Shippo. . .” He muttered, reaching up and petting the fox child's tail.

 

It was a common motion, and Inuyasha rarely noticed when he did it any more. Touch was the connection that the two of them had to draw power from eachother. It was the most common connection, though their were rare cases when magician's could draw power from their partners by speaking, being in the same room, or, in some extremely rare cases, thinking.

 

Inuyasha was not so lucky as to have that particular luxury.

 

Inuyasha unlocked the gates, and they swung open easily. Shippo leapt off of Inuyasha's shoulders and scurried to the main steps. “Well?” He asked, excitedly. “What do you think?”

 

In all honesty, Inuyasha thought it was very well done - much better than he himself would have even been able to do at Shippo's age.

 

But then, Inuyasha had never really been as much as a gifted magician as he had been a gifted fighter.

 

“I'll tell you if I like it when I see all of it.” Inuyasha said in the meanest voice he could muster, but he still couldn't manage to keep a bit of pride from slipping in. His apprentice would make a great magician someday.

 

If only the others had thought the same. . .

 

“Come on, Inuyasha!” The surprisingly happy go lucky child squealed at the front door. “Open it! I wanna see inside!”

 

Inuyasha scowled. “Hold your horses, you brat! The sooner we get inside, the sooner I can see all your mistakes!”

 

Shippo took in a deep breath for a second, and then realized that Inuyasha was smiling - something rare for him. “Alright, Inuyasha.” He looked over the gate and saw a light turn on in one of the upper rooms of the shrine on which they had taken residency.

 

“Inuyasha.” Shippo whispered quietly. “Someone's in that house.”

 

Inuyasha needed no other reminder. “Okay, Shippo.” He said, reaching in to his pocket and pulling out a drawstring bag labeled Adimen.

 

“What's that?” Shippo asked, poking the delicately embroidered bag.

 

“Adimen.” Inuyasha told him. “It will make anyone who knows about this place think that it's always been here. Not too powerful, and it's been known to not work on mikos and magicians.” Inuyasha hated giving lectures, but if he ever wanted the kid to take his rightful place in the magician's circle, he needed to instruct him the best he could.

 

Shippo sniffed it, slowly. “Why don't you get something that will work on mikos and magicians?”

 

Inuyasha shrugged. “It may be too powerful, and nearly all of the magicians are catalogued, so there's no real worry. We'd know if their was one of power around here.”

 

Shippo nodded, seeing the logic in that. “But. . . isn't it better safe than sorry?”

 

Inuyasha poured the bag's entirity on to the ground and watched it desipate. “Shippo, this is playing it safe.” He told him. “You don't want to see what will happen if someone gets an overdose on Alca Adimen.”

 

Shippo shivered. Inuyasha was rarely so serious. . .

 

Inuyasha tied up the bag, and walked towards the front door. “Alright, let's go see that mess you like to call a house.”

 

Shippo jumped to his shoulder, and nibbled on his hat. “Better than that office you liked to call a home.”

 

Inuyasha growled. “It seemed like a good idea at the time and quiet eating my hat!”

 

Shippo groaned. “But I'm hungry!” He pouted here. “Can't we just eat, go to bed, and inspect my mistakes in the morning?”

 

“No.”

 

“Why not!?” Shippo wailed.

 

“Because.” Inuyasha said simply. “If we don't inspect it now, we can cause trouble. What if you put a plant in there that is carnivorious and tries to kill us all?”

 

Shippo smirked. “You sound like you're speaking from experience.”

 

Inuyasha growled and opened the front door. “I've said it before, I'll say it again. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

 

Shippo rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, Inuyasha.”

 

“Damn straight.”