InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Final Battle ❯ Lost In Translation ( Chapter 13 )
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By: Kapt. Nemo 
Harry's kidnapper shows his fine-boned face.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.30.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 975 | Status: Completed
Harry's kidnapper shows his fine-boned face.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.30.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 975 | Status: Completed
DISCLAIMER: I AM POOR. THEY DON’T BELONG TO ME. PLEASE DON’T SUE. IT WILL MAKE ME CRY.
RECAP: “WELL. Sorry to interrupt your little love-fest,” Inu-Yasha snickered slightly. “But we’ve got a job to do. You coming along?” He looked expectantly at Ginny, who nodded. “Alright then.”
Scaring the wits out of his other companions (but for Kagome), Inu-Yasha leapt down from the stands to the ground. The two broomsticks sank down to a lower altitude, watching as the hanyou strained to sort out the muddled scents in the rain-washed air. After a minute, demon and priestess set off, their three companions close behind, in determined search for their lost friend.
Chapter 13
It was dark.
His body ached, and the darkness that surrounded him was all he could understand at first. A thick, cloying, penetrating darkness, that seemed to envelope his insides and freeze them, causing them to crack beneath the pressure of the relentless ice.
It was a while before he realized he could move his limbs, but he was quick to find out that movement was not in his body’s best interest. The slightest motion caused his head to pound in pain, and the moisture that wrapped his body shocked his hypersensitive flesh with sensations that both froze and scalded.
Harry groaned, seeking release from this agonizing prison of blackness.
He opened his eyes.
The blackness remained, and for a moment, Harry wondered if maybe his eyes were still closed, when the darkness lifted slightly to reveal shadowy images of where he was. A stiff, dirt floor lay beneath him, cold and rough against his cheek. The walls...rocky, mossy...was he in a cave?
Fighting the pain that threatened to rip his muscles apart, Harry made to sit up, panting and grimacing with the effort. Stretching out his legs in a sitting position, he leaned against the continuation of stone wall at his back.
His eyes began to completely adjust to the dark, and they settled on the dim glow at the far end of the cave. ‘The opening...’
His body was cold and wet from the rain. ‘Wait...rain? When was it raining?’ Harry blinked a few times, trying to recover his thoughts through the pounding in his brain.
‘Oh, that’s right...I was playing Quidditch. Malfoy...and I were...we were racing, weren’t we?’ Harry looked around, the pain slowly ebbing. ‘Wait, where’s my firebolt?’ He ran his hands across the rough surface of the ground, and began to fix himself into a kneeling position when a sharp pain stopped him. Gingerly removing his glasses, Harry raised a gloved hand up to the side of his head, and noticed a cut that had been bleeding for a while. ‘Great...just what I need. Another incriminating scar on my forehead. At this rate, I’ll never be able to grow out my bangs...’
Shaking his head slightly, he looked around once more. “Alright. Where am I?”
“Sueni...you’re awake.” Harry gave a start and immediately gripped his wand, directing it to the source of the foreign tongue that resonated through the cave. The source of the voice immediately shifted to Harry’s back in a blur of impossible speed, and gripped Harry’s wand arm with incredible strength that made Harry gasp, attempting to wrench away his captive appendage. “Dousa no bakabakashii...” the voice sneered, the masculine, icy tones rippling through the ear and ringing softly in Harry’s ears. Although he couldn’t understand the language the voice spoke, he knew enough what the words meant.
“Alright, just who are you, and where am I?” Harry croaked, the onset of a cold afflicting his vocal chords.
The man swiftly kicked in the crooks of Harry’s knees, forcing him to sit down, and released his hold on Harry’s arm. He turned, and began to gather small chops of wood into a pile at the center of the cave. “What are you trying to say? Quit mumbling, I can’t make sense of your scratchy words.” He said, and began rubbing two sticks together at an amazing speed, until the first whispers of smoke began to unfurl between them.
“What are you trying to say? Quit talking like I can make sense of your foreign words!” Harry scolded, his amusement with the Man’s boy-scout-trick wearing thin. Impatiently, he brought his wand forward, lighting up a fire that crackled beautifully above the woodpile, illuminating the cave and bringing instant warmth to Harry’s frigid hands, held out to thaw.
The man rose immediately, dropping his sticks and looking at Harry inquisitively. “Nan deshita ka? Just who the hell are you?” Harry looked up at the curious man, getting a good view as his features lit up.
Physically, the man looked just as Harry expected. Tall, for one. Muscular, for another. However, he was surprisingly slim and donned garments of a very unusual style–his feet were bare, but his shins, shoulders, forearms, and torso to mid-thigh were covered by fur pelts. On his chest, he bore a plate of silver and black armor, along which a long raven ponytail swept from above the man’s fur headband.
Harry looked up and found eyes of a shocking ice-blue staring him down, a bronzed, strong face frowning at him. The man couldn’t be more than a few years his senior, Harry initially assumed, but thought twice once he laid eyes on the abnormal point in the man’s ears...
Sitting back, Harry sighed. “Well, I guess it’s pointless to try and talk to you about anything, seeing as neither of us can understand what the other is saying. Ugh, that’s just great. This weird blur attacks me in the middle of the Quidditch game, and now I’m stuck in the rain without my broomstick, in a cave with some weird dem–“ Harry stopped abruptly, and looked up at the stranger. “–demon guy....Demon? Oh, God...”
The man looked at Harry, still wary of the magic his wand emitted. “I still don’t have a clue as to what the hell you’re trying to say. I don’t even know where in the world I am...I can’t still be in Musashi. But what I do know is that you smell like Kagome, so you better start talking like I can understand you, or that knockdown I gave you in the air will look like a stumble on the road.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “Wait–what? Kagome? How do you know Kagome? You can’t really be...”
The man cast a lupine leer at Harry, growling softly. “Now, there’s something we can both relate to...alright, you’re gonna take me to her. You, take me– “ The man made gestures with a clawed finger at Harry and himself, “To Kagome.”
Harry eyed the smitten look in the man’s eye suspiciously. Obviously, the stranger held some sort of reverence for the his friend, so he couldn’t be all that bad...he shook his head. “Wait, wait, wait...Are you–“ Harry pointed to the man’s chest, “–Youkai?”
The man pulled his lips back in a wolfish sneer. “Yeah, now you got it.” He pointed to his chest. “Ouji no Ookami youkai. Kouga.” He then smacked Harry’s chest, next to the wand he held in his hand. He looked at him expectantly.
Harry thought a bit, deliberating over whether or not the youkai was trustworthy. He decided to go with his better judgement. “Uh, Harry.” He put his own hand to his chest. “HA-RRY. I. Am. A. Wiz. Ard. My. Name. Is. HARRRR-Y.” He pointed to Kouga, and said; “Koh-gah?”
Kouga nodded, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Koooh-gah. Alright, Hal-lee, where’s Kagome?”
Harry looked around, thinking of a means of transportation, now that his broom was M.I.A. “Oh, well...I guess we’re gonna have to walk it.” Harry walked towards the cave’s entrance, but wrinkled his nose at the rain. He turned to Kouga. “Uh...the rain’s coming down pretty bad. We should wait a whi–oof!” Before Harry could say “Influenza,” he had the wind nearly knocked out of him as the wolf demon speedily grabbed him under an arm, and leapt up to a tree branch.
“Doko wa Kagome?”
Although hardly proficient in Japanese, Harry understood the gist of what Kouga had implied, and relented, pointing his wand in the direction of Hogwarts. “Naviso Hogwarts.” Immediately, a bright, crimson line of light shot out from the wand, illuminating a path through the trees. “Follow...” Harry pointed, “...for Kagome.”
And without another word, Harry’s stomach clenched once more as the wolf prince sloppily heaved his grumbling cargo through the downpour.
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The mud spattered the legs of Inu-Yasha’s tattered slacks as he skidded to an abrupt stop in the middle of the wood. He put one reassuring hand to the trembling arm on his shoulder, and the other to wipe his hair from his face as he stuck his nose up in the air, sniffling through the harsh wind. Kagome softly slid from his back, grimacing at the obvious lack of warmth.
“W-what is it-t, Inu-Yas-ss-ssha?” Kagome sputtered, teeth chattering against each other noisily.
“I smell something...there.” Inu-Yasha moved down to the underbrush of a dripping berry bush. (That sentence looks like it’d be really fun to say out loud.) There, he pulled an object that had entangled itself in the branches.
Kagome gasped. “Harry’s broomstick!”
“Oy, you guys find anything?!” Ron’s voice harkened out from above the trees. The leaves suddenly rustled, signaling the descent of two broomsticks.
“Y-yeah...” Kagome muttered sickly. “This.” She held out the Firebolt before the others, who looked at it with large eyes.
“Feh. Don’t go freakin’ out on me just yet, bitch. He’s alive.” Inu-Yasha snarled, grabbing the broom again and pressing his nose forcefully against the handle. He sneezed, and shook his head, droplets of water freeing themselves from his tangled tresses.
Ginny eyed him curiously. “How do you know?”
“Because,” he said, bending down for Kagome once more. “He’s been taken. And if there’s one thing I know about mangey wolves who don’t mind their own business, it’s that they don’t go five centuries out of their way just to get a snack.” He leapt into the air, tossing the Firebolt to Ginny, and took off with a newfound determination.
Kagome thought for a moment as they soared through the rain, this time in the direction of the wind. “Wait–Inu-Yasha, you don’t mean–“
“KaGOMEEE!”
In the blur of two seconds, Kagome was aware of three things. One, the comforting warmth of Inu-Yasha’s back molded against her belly was immediately and rudely absent. Two, she was now surrounded in a startlingly familiar vice-like embrace, uncomfortably squishing her left breast impossibly close to her clavicle. Three, the mysterious, fast-falling silhouette of a boy as it tumbled out of her captor’s careless grip.
She felt herself soaring down as well, albeit somewhat safe in the arms of her agile captor. Once they had hit solid ground, she looked up.
“Ehhh?!”
“Kagome, my love! I have come to take you back to my pack at last. It seems that Fate itself has directed me to you, seeing as I really had no idea where you were in the first place...I got lost, too. Still not too sure as to where I am...?” Kouga thought for a moment, wrapping his arms tighter around her frigid body.
“K-k-k-Kouga-kun?!” Kagome sputtered.
“Hey, Kagome, this guy’s been looking for you...at least, I think he has...” Harry mumbled, his body folded over where he had been unceremoniously dropped, and landed neatly stomach-down on Ginny’s broom. Ginny helped heave him to a sitting position, straightening out his hair and uniform as they sank down to the safety of the earth.
“Uh, yeaahhh, he’s–“
“Oy, you stupid piece of Wolf-crap! Get your filthy paws off Kagome!” Inu-Yasha violently swooped down before the miko, who was delicately struggling against the bear-hug that encased her.
“What the hellza matter with you, mutt-face? You’re speaking in tongues like that witch-boy, over there.” Kouga sneered, holding Kagome ever tighter.
“Feh. Freak-ass weirdo-wolf, don’t you understand Japanese? Get. Your. Paws. OFF HER!” Inu-Yasha yanked free his Tetsusaiga, and bared his fangs menacingly.
“Uh, Inu-Yasha, he doesJapanese! That’s the problem! You don’t!” Kagome renewed her struggles against the persistent youkai in earnest.
“Whatever...just because I don’t know what the hell you’re trying to say with all this mumbo-jumbo, doesn’t mean I can’t tell a threat when I hear one!” Kouga finally released Kagome with an affectionate nuzzle of her ear, and then bent his knees, circling the hanyou with bloodlust in his eyes.
“Oh, this is hopeless...Hermioneee!” Kagome called. Hermione and Ron swept down from the security of the tree branch where they had been curious spectators of the action, and Hermione gracefully whipped out her wand at Kouga.
Kouga looked at Hermione with an eyebrow arched. She raised her own two eyebrows in turn. “Linguate Mutuus.”
Harry looked at Ginny stupidly. “Wish I thought of that...”
At once, Kouga leapt back, but not quick enough to escape the spell. He uncomfortably whined as his lupine vocal chords struggled to adjust to the change caused by the spell, and then projected his voice in an angry snarl. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”
Kagome sighed. “This is getting too weird...” She moved over to position herself between Kouga and Inu-Yasha. “Kouga-kun, allow me to introduce my friends, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. She put a spell on your voice so that we can all understand you–you’ve already met Harry, so I imagine you know that they don’t speak Japanese.”
Kouga moved closer to Kagome, eliciting a growl from Inu-Yasha, who in turn stepped closer to her and put a protective arm around her front. “But, why? Where are we?”
“This is the present. You’ve somehow time-traveled...through...the...” Kagome trailed off. “...Oh, my, God...” She said faintly.
“The portal...” Ron finished.
Hermione pursed her lips. She looked at Harry, who had grabbed his broom and was now floating beside Ginny. “Kagome, get on Inu-Yasha. Ko-gaku, follow us. We have to get back to Hogwarts as soon as possible.”
Kagome practically jumped on Inu-Yasha’s back as he was in mid-motion. “Come on, Kouga-kun! Follow us!” Kagome called.
“As if I’d leave you alone with this mutt in such a strange place!” He said, stirring up little whirlwinds as he took off after the group, leading the way and following the red trail leftover by Harry’s wand before long.
They didn’t even notice that the rain had stopped.
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Sueni : “Finally,” “At last”
Dousa no bakabakashii : “Stupid Move”
Nan deshita ka : “What was that?”
Ouji no ookami youkai : “Prince of the Wolf Youkai”
Doko wa Kagome : “Where is Kagome?”
Ko-gaku : Just Hermione’s interpretation of Kagome’s way of saying “Kouga-kun.” (-Kun, for those of you who don’t know, is an honorific added to a [young] male’s name as a means of respect, usually for a peer. Kagome uses it for Kouga as a means to distance herself from him politely–refusing to address him on a bolder, first-name basis.) She eventually realizes his name is just “Kouga.”
Thank Goodness. After some time of Writer’s Block, I changed a bit of this around, and it worked. (I hope...?) Soooo...any thoughts on Kouga’s appearance? Surprised, much? Gimme your feedback! <3 Kapitan Nemo
RECAP: “WELL. Sorry to interrupt your little love-fest,” Inu-Yasha snickered slightly. “But we’ve got a job to do. You coming along?” He looked expectantly at Ginny, who nodded. “Alright then.”
Scaring the wits out of his other companions (but for Kagome), Inu-Yasha leapt down from the stands to the ground. The two broomsticks sank down to a lower altitude, watching as the hanyou strained to sort out the muddled scents in the rain-washed air. After a minute, demon and priestess set off, their three companions close behind, in determined search for their lost friend.
Chapter 13
It was dark.
His body ached, and the darkness that surrounded him was all he could understand at first. A thick, cloying, penetrating darkness, that seemed to envelope his insides and freeze them, causing them to crack beneath the pressure of the relentless ice.
It was a while before he realized he could move his limbs, but he was quick to find out that movement was not in his body’s best interest. The slightest motion caused his head to pound in pain, and the moisture that wrapped his body shocked his hypersensitive flesh with sensations that both froze and scalded.
Harry groaned, seeking release from this agonizing prison of blackness.
He opened his eyes.
The blackness remained, and for a moment, Harry wondered if maybe his eyes were still closed, when the darkness lifted slightly to reveal shadowy images of where he was. A stiff, dirt floor lay beneath him, cold and rough against his cheek. The walls...rocky, mossy...was he in a cave?
Fighting the pain that threatened to rip his muscles apart, Harry made to sit up, panting and grimacing with the effort. Stretching out his legs in a sitting position, he leaned against the continuation of stone wall at his back.
His eyes began to completely adjust to the dark, and they settled on the dim glow at the far end of the cave. ‘The opening...’
His body was cold and wet from the rain. ‘Wait...rain? When was it raining?’ Harry blinked a few times, trying to recover his thoughts through the pounding in his brain.
‘Oh, that’s right...I was playing Quidditch. Malfoy...and I were...we were racing, weren’t we?’ Harry looked around, the pain slowly ebbing. ‘Wait, where’s my firebolt?’ He ran his hands across the rough surface of the ground, and began to fix himself into a kneeling position when a sharp pain stopped him. Gingerly removing his glasses, Harry raised a gloved hand up to the side of his head, and noticed a cut that had been bleeding for a while. ‘Great...just what I need. Another incriminating scar on my forehead. At this rate, I’ll never be able to grow out my bangs...’
Shaking his head slightly, he looked around once more. “Alright. Where am I?”
“Sueni...you’re awake.” Harry gave a start and immediately gripped his wand, directing it to the source of the foreign tongue that resonated through the cave. The source of the voice immediately shifted to Harry’s back in a blur of impossible speed, and gripped Harry’s wand arm with incredible strength that made Harry gasp, attempting to wrench away his captive appendage. “Dousa no bakabakashii...” the voice sneered, the masculine, icy tones rippling through the ear and ringing softly in Harry’s ears. Although he couldn’t understand the language the voice spoke, he knew enough what the words meant.
“Alright, just who are you, and where am I?” Harry croaked, the onset of a cold afflicting his vocal chords.
The man swiftly kicked in the crooks of Harry’s knees, forcing him to sit down, and released his hold on Harry’s arm. He turned, and began to gather small chops of wood into a pile at the center of the cave. “What are you trying to say? Quit mumbling, I can’t make sense of your scratchy words.” He said, and began rubbing two sticks together at an amazing speed, until the first whispers of smoke began to unfurl between them.
“What are you trying to say? Quit talking like I can make sense of your foreign words!” Harry scolded, his amusement with the Man’s boy-scout-trick wearing thin. Impatiently, he brought his wand forward, lighting up a fire that crackled beautifully above the woodpile, illuminating the cave and bringing instant warmth to Harry’s frigid hands, held out to thaw.
The man rose immediately, dropping his sticks and looking at Harry inquisitively. “Nan deshita ka? Just who the hell are you?” Harry looked up at the curious man, getting a good view as his features lit up.
Physically, the man looked just as Harry expected. Tall, for one. Muscular, for another. However, he was surprisingly slim and donned garments of a very unusual style–his feet were bare, but his shins, shoulders, forearms, and torso to mid-thigh were covered by fur pelts. On his chest, he bore a plate of silver and black armor, along which a long raven ponytail swept from above the man’s fur headband.
Harry looked up and found eyes of a shocking ice-blue staring him down, a bronzed, strong face frowning at him. The man couldn’t be more than a few years his senior, Harry initially assumed, but thought twice once he laid eyes on the abnormal point in the man’s ears...
Sitting back, Harry sighed. “Well, I guess it’s pointless to try and talk to you about anything, seeing as neither of us can understand what the other is saying. Ugh, that’s just great. This weird blur attacks me in the middle of the Quidditch game, and now I’m stuck in the rain without my broomstick, in a cave with some weird dem–“ Harry stopped abruptly, and looked up at the stranger. “–demon guy....Demon? Oh, God...”
The man looked at Harry, still wary of the magic his wand emitted. “I still don’t have a clue as to what the hell you’re trying to say. I don’t even know where in the world I am...I can’t still be in Musashi. But what I do know is that you smell like Kagome, so you better start talking like I can understand you, or that knockdown I gave you in the air will look like a stumble on the road.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “Wait–what? Kagome? How do you know Kagome? You can’t really be...”
The man cast a lupine leer at Harry, growling softly. “Now, there’s something we can both relate to...alright, you’re gonna take me to her. You, take me– “ The man made gestures with a clawed finger at Harry and himself, “To Kagome.”
Harry eyed the smitten look in the man’s eye suspiciously. Obviously, the stranger held some sort of reverence for the his friend, so he couldn’t be all that bad...he shook his head. “Wait, wait, wait...Are you–“ Harry pointed to the man’s chest, “–Youkai?”
The man pulled his lips back in a wolfish sneer. “Yeah, now you got it.” He pointed to his chest. “Ouji no Ookami youkai. Kouga.” He then smacked Harry’s chest, next to the wand he held in his hand. He looked at him expectantly.
Harry thought a bit, deliberating over whether or not the youkai was trustworthy. He decided to go with his better judgement. “Uh, Harry.” He put his own hand to his chest. “HA-RRY. I. Am. A. Wiz. Ard. My. Name. Is. HARRRR-Y.” He pointed to Kouga, and said; “Koh-gah?”
Kouga nodded, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Koooh-gah. Alright, Hal-lee, where’s Kagome?”
Harry looked around, thinking of a means of transportation, now that his broom was M.I.A. “Oh, well...I guess we’re gonna have to walk it.” Harry walked towards the cave’s entrance, but wrinkled his nose at the rain. He turned to Kouga. “Uh...the rain’s coming down pretty bad. We should wait a whi–oof!” Before Harry could say “Influenza,” he had the wind nearly knocked out of him as the wolf demon speedily grabbed him under an arm, and leapt up to a tree branch.
“Doko wa Kagome?”
Although hardly proficient in Japanese, Harry understood the gist of what Kouga had implied, and relented, pointing his wand in the direction of Hogwarts. “Naviso Hogwarts.” Immediately, a bright, crimson line of light shot out from the wand, illuminating a path through the trees. “Follow...” Harry pointed, “...for Kagome.”
And without another word, Harry’s stomach clenched once more as the wolf prince sloppily heaved his grumbling cargo through the downpour.
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The mud spattered the legs of Inu-Yasha’s tattered slacks as he skidded to an abrupt stop in the middle of the wood. He put one reassuring hand to the trembling arm on his shoulder, and the other to wipe his hair from his face as he stuck his nose up in the air, sniffling through the harsh wind. Kagome softly slid from his back, grimacing at the obvious lack of warmth.
“W-what is it-t, Inu-Yas-ss-ssha?” Kagome sputtered, teeth chattering against each other noisily.
“I smell something...there.” Inu-Yasha moved down to the underbrush of a dripping berry bush. (That sentence looks like it’d be really fun to say out loud.) There, he pulled an object that had entangled itself in the branches.
Kagome gasped. “Harry’s broomstick!”
“Oy, you guys find anything?!” Ron’s voice harkened out from above the trees. The leaves suddenly rustled, signaling the descent of two broomsticks.
“Y-yeah...” Kagome muttered sickly. “This.” She held out the Firebolt before the others, who looked at it with large eyes.
“Feh. Don’t go freakin’ out on me just yet, bitch. He’s alive.” Inu-Yasha snarled, grabbing the broom again and pressing his nose forcefully against the handle. He sneezed, and shook his head, droplets of water freeing themselves from his tangled tresses.
Ginny eyed him curiously. “How do you know?”
“Because,” he said, bending down for Kagome once more. “He’s been taken. And if there’s one thing I know about mangey wolves who don’t mind their own business, it’s that they don’t go five centuries out of their way just to get a snack.” He leapt into the air, tossing the Firebolt to Ginny, and took off with a newfound determination.
Kagome thought for a moment as they soared through the rain, this time in the direction of the wind. “Wait–Inu-Yasha, you don’t mean–“
“KaGOMEEE!”
In the blur of two seconds, Kagome was aware of three things. One, the comforting warmth of Inu-Yasha’s back molded against her belly was immediately and rudely absent. Two, she was now surrounded in a startlingly familiar vice-like embrace, uncomfortably squishing her left breast impossibly close to her clavicle. Three, the mysterious, fast-falling silhouette of a boy as it tumbled out of her captor’s careless grip.
She felt herself soaring down as well, albeit somewhat safe in the arms of her agile captor. Once they had hit solid ground, she looked up.
“Ehhh?!”
“Kagome, my love! I have come to take you back to my pack at last. It seems that Fate itself has directed me to you, seeing as I really had no idea where you were in the first place...I got lost, too. Still not too sure as to where I am...?” Kouga thought for a moment, wrapping his arms tighter around her frigid body.
“K-k-k-Kouga-kun?!” Kagome sputtered.
“Hey, Kagome, this guy’s been looking for you...at least, I think he has...” Harry mumbled, his body folded over where he had been unceremoniously dropped, and landed neatly stomach-down on Ginny’s broom. Ginny helped heave him to a sitting position, straightening out his hair and uniform as they sank down to the safety of the earth.
“Uh, yeaahhh, he’s–“
“Oy, you stupid piece of Wolf-crap! Get your filthy paws off Kagome!” Inu-Yasha violently swooped down before the miko, who was delicately struggling against the bear-hug that encased her.
“What the hellza matter with you, mutt-face? You’re speaking in tongues like that witch-boy, over there.” Kouga sneered, holding Kagome ever tighter.
“Feh. Freak-ass weirdo-wolf, don’t you understand Japanese? Get. Your. Paws. OFF HER!” Inu-Yasha yanked free his Tetsusaiga, and bared his fangs menacingly.
“Uh, Inu-Yasha, he doesJapanese! That’s the problem! You don’t!” Kagome renewed her struggles against the persistent youkai in earnest.
“Whatever...just because I don’t know what the hell you’re trying to say with all this mumbo-jumbo, doesn’t mean I can’t tell a threat when I hear one!” Kouga finally released Kagome with an affectionate nuzzle of her ear, and then bent his knees, circling the hanyou with bloodlust in his eyes.
“Oh, this is hopeless...Hermioneee!” Kagome called. Hermione and Ron swept down from the security of the tree branch where they had been curious spectators of the action, and Hermione gracefully whipped out her wand at Kouga.
Kouga looked at Hermione with an eyebrow arched. She raised her own two eyebrows in turn. “Linguate Mutuus.”
Harry looked at Ginny stupidly. “Wish I thought of that...”
At once, Kouga leapt back, but not quick enough to escape the spell. He uncomfortably whined as his lupine vocal chords struggled to adjust to the change caused by the spell, and then projected his voice in an angry snarl. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”
Kagome sighed. “This is getting too weird...” She moved over to position herself between Kouga and Inu-Yasha. “Kouga-kun, allow me to introduce my friends, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. She put a spell on your voice so that we can all understand you–you’ve already met Harry, so I imagine you know that they don’t speak Japanese.”
Kouga moved closer to Kagome, eliciting a growl from Inu-Yasha, who in turn stepped closer to her and put a protective arm around her front. “But, why? Where are we?”
“This is the present. You’ve somehow time-traveled...through...the...” Kagome trailed off. “...Oh, my, God...” She said faintly.
“The portal...” Ron finished.
Hermione pursed her lips. She looked at Harry, who had grabbed his broom and was now floating beside Ginny. “Kagome, get on Inu-Yasha. Ko-gaku, follow us. We have to get back to Hogwarts as soon as possible.”
Kagome practically jumped on Inu-Yasha’s back as he was in mid-motion. “Come on, Kouga-kun! Follow us!” Kagome called.
“As if I’d leave you alone with this mutt in such a strange place!” He said, stirring up little whirlwinds as he took off after the group, leading the way and following the red trail leftover by Harry’s wand before long.
They didn’t even notice that the rain had stopped.
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Sueni : “Finally,” “At last”
Dousa no bakabakashii : “Stupid Move”
Nan deshita ka : “What was that?”
Ouji no ookami youkai : “Prince of the Wolf Youkai”
Doko wa Kagome : “Where is Kagome?”
Ko-gaku : Just Hermione’s interpretation of Kagome’s way of saying “Kouga-kun.” (-Kun, for those of you who don’t know, is an honorific added to a [young] male’s name as a means of respect, usually for a peer. Kagome uses it for Kouga as a means to distance herself from him politely–refusing to address him on a bolder, first-name basis.) She eventually realizes his name is just “Kouga.”
Thank Goodness. After some time of Writer’s Block, I changed a bit of this around, and it worked. (I hope...?) Soooo...any thoughts on Kouga’s appearance? Surprised, much? Gimme your feedback! <3 Kapitan Nemo