InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Siren ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )
Disclaimer: Let's go through this again, shall we? I don't own Inu & Co. Takahashi-san does. I don't own any of the arias mentioned...They're probably public domain. I don't own Murphy's law, I suppose that Murphy does. There's also a slight homage to Bill Engvall in here...I don't own that...I have no clue where the 'Impudence!' thing got started, but me no own...
A/N: Eh-heh...This took a little while to get out...But I have a reason! I had ten pages of it written and my damn comp ate the file! So I started over...I think it turned out alright. It's probably mostly filler...Fuelled by a couple of coca-cola's at around 2:00 AM. I like to think I did OK with the fight scene...Yes, fight scene. That surprised me too. If you disagree, let me know...For that matter, if you agree, or even if you don't care, let me know.
“Kagome!” the sharp tone demanded attention.
“Yes ma’am,” the mild voice called from the back of the room.
“Handel, Semele, ‘Oh sleep why dost thou leave me?’.”
Kagome grimaced. Baroque. Not her favorite. Nevertheless she stood and went to collect the score.
As she approached Madame’s desk, the woman gave her a reassuring smile. “You do very well in this style, dear, do not fear it.”
Kagome bowed her head slightly and walked back to her seat.
“Monique!”
“Yeah?” the reply earned a snicker from Kagome and a raised eyebrow from Madame.
“Puccini, Gianni Schicchi, ‘O mio babbino caro.’”
“Uh, all due respect Madame,” Monique was halfway to the woman’s desk. “But isn’t that a bit high?”
“Were you expecting me to go easy on you with only two months left before your recital?” a small grin accompanied the words as she handed over the music.
Monique slumped and wandered back to her seat.
“Daphne!”
“Yes, Madame,” Kagome and Monique mouthed along with the other woman.
“Catalani, La Wally, ‘Ebben?...Ne andro lontana’.”
The slightly heavy blond moved to collect her music. “Thank you, Madame.”
“Move into your recital groups. You have the remaining hour to work on your programs.”
A few seconds later, Monique dropped into the seat next to Kagome. “Can you believe that woman? She gave me a Puccini!”
Kagome waved her hand. “Handel.”
“Oh, right,” Monique smiled slightly. “So what’s gonna be on the ‘non-conformist’ program?”
“I dug up music for those two I was telling you about, ‘Angus’ and ‘Vocal Modesty’,” Kagome pulled the manila folder containing the score out of her bag. “And Kouga’s made a request.”
“Oh boy,” Monique grinned. “What is it this time?”
“Diva Dance.”
“Yours,” Monique’s eyes widened.
Madame Cordon chose that moment to pass by their group. “Ah, yes,” she smiled smugly. “My non-conformists. ‘The Flower Duet’ from Lakme should suit you two nicely.”
Kagome quickly spoke before Monique had the chance. “Thank you, Madame.”
“I’ve seen what you two are capable of, and I’m expecting a good program. Remember the scouts.”
Kagome pasted on a smile. “Of course, Madame.”
When Madame had moved on, Monique stuck her tongue out at the woman.
“Monique, ladies do not stick out their tongues,” Madame never broke her stride.
“Agh!” Monique flopped back into her seat, huffed, and blew her bangs out of her face. “I wonder how Sal’s doing.”
“Probably better than you,” Kagome smirked and dodged the swat Monique took at her.
Salvatore, also known as Sal, was waiting for them when class let out. When Monique and Kagome emerged, he quickly wrapped his arms around their shoulders, adopted his best puppy look and asked, “Food now?”
Kagome smiled. “Yes, food now.”
Sal grinned in response. “Did you ladies invite anyone I should know about?”
“No,” Monique sighed.
“Ummm, yeah,” Kagome mumbled.
“Guys?” Monique asked.
Kagome nodded.
“Cute?” Sal added.
Kagome’s scarlet flush was the only answer.
Sal gasped. “You sex kitten, you!”
On the walk to the cafeteria, Monique and Sal managed to learn that Kagome had, in fact, invited two men, and that the two weren’t exactly the best of friends. The latter was apparent when they arrived at the table to find the two in a glaring contest.
“Oooh,” Monique squealed. “He’s cute!”
“Nah,” Sal waved his hand. “Kouga’s still hotter.”
The glare contest was abandoned when Kouga’s face became panicked. Inuyasha gave him a sympathetic smile before turning to Kagome. “Is insanity a qualification for befriending you?”
“As much as it may seem that way,” the woman sighed and moved away from her classmates, who were discussing the various pros and cons of each of the men. “No.”
“Why didn’t you warn me?” Kouga whined.
“Hush, he won’t ask you out,” Kagome smiled at him. “He’s dating Kyle. Remember?”
Kouga visibly relaxed.
“Oh, come on!” Sal shouted indignantly. “You cannot possibly be trying to tell me that you think he has a better ass!”
“No,” Monique craned her neck to check. “They’re about even there. But he definitely wins in the eye department.”
“I know you did not just dis my man’s eyes,” Sal assumed his best ‘Diva’ pose.
Inuyasha and Kouga looked torn between being flattered and terrified. Kagome’s head thudded loudly onto the table. “Guys,” she groaned.
“I didn’t ‘dis’ his eyes,” Monique tossed her hair. “ I simply said I liked the other guy’s better. And you cannot tell me that the ears don’t add to the hotness factor.”
“The ears are definitely tweakable,” Sal conceded. “But still.”
“Guys!” Kagome shouted, bringing their attention to her. “Shut up, would you?”
“Yes, mother,” they chorused innocently, earning a half-hearted glare.
After they were seated, smiling so sweetly one could almost see halos, Kagome smiled at them. “Now, stop fighting over who’s cuter, and eat your lunch.”
“Of course, mother,” Kagome’s head met the table again.
“Honey,” Sal clucked. “You should really stop that. You’ll give yourself a migraine. Not to mention what it could do to your complexion. By the way, you’re looking a bit dryer than usual. Remember, moisture is our friend. And your hair!” he squawked his disappointment. “Honestly, a little bit of mayo goes a long way! And avocado can work wonders!”
Kouga looked a bit afraid and Inuyasha smirked at him. “If you think he’s bad, one…” He paused. “I take that back. Two of the label’s stylists are much worse.”
Kagome’s other two friends perked up.
"T-two?" Kouga looked petrified.
“Stylists?” Sal looked like a kid on Christmas.
“Label?” Monique turned to Kagome for an answer.
Kagome turned a withering ‘I-Will-Set-You-Ablaze-Right-Now’ glare on the hanyou.
“Aw,” he grinned unrepentantly. “Did the big mean hanyou spoil Ickle Kaggie-kins’ secret?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “One, yeah, you did. Two,” she reached a hand out and flicked him on the nose, a pink trail of power following her hand. “If you ever call me ‘Ickle Kaggie-kins’ again, Dogboy, so help me god, I will personally make sure those ears of yours disappear.”
“Ack!” Monique grabbed her friend in a tight hold. “Kagome! Take it back! Not the ears! You can’t cut off the ears! Find something else!”
Kagome’s eye developed a strange twitch.
“Like what?” Sal snorted. “Inu Junior?”
Kouga winced and Inuyasha crossed his legs reflexively.
“Of course not, moron!” Monique glared at him. “What if she wants to scre-“
The sentence was quickly cut off by Kagome’s hand over her mouth. “Please, for the love of god and my remaining sanity, shut the hell up!”
“Fine by me,” Sal said, with the air of someone who’d just won a battle of wits.
“Only if you promise not to cut off the ears,” Monique pouted after removing the hand clamped over her mouth.
“I never said I’d cut them off, just that I’d make them disappear.”
“Oh, well that’s ok then.”
“So, uh,” Inuyasha suddenly seemed skittish. “Where’d you meet the psycho twins?”
“He’s a tenor,” Kagome sounded as though she’d given the explanation a million times. “She’s a mezzo. Madame wanted us to do a trio. That fell through.”
“Speaking of Madame,” Sal turned to Monique. “I think she’s become a sadist. She gave me a Puccini!”
“Me too,” Monique complained.
“Oh hun, it could be worse,” Sal comforted. “Gomes, toss over your sheet music, would you?”
Kagome rolled her eyes and did as he asked. “So,” she addressed the two, somewhat sane, occupants of the table. “What’s the plan?”
"Well," Kouga sighed. "We've been looking for someone, but, no luck... Sorry."
Kagome gave an 'I-was-afraid-of-that' look, then said, "Just call me when you find somebody...Anybody..."
“Oooh,” Sal hissed. “Girl you need to have a serious talk with that woman. She’s obviously out for you.”
Kagome looked heavenward, shook her head, and sighed. “Yeah, I know, she gave me a Handel. Thanks for the news flash.”
“Uh, no babe, she gave you the Mozart ‘Magic Flute’ aria.”
Kouga winced in sympathy; Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. “Opera fan?”
The wolf demon shook his head. “I’ve heard tales.”
Kagome had retrieved a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and was staring at the music in shock. “I’m going to kill her.”
Monique patted her back in sympathy. “It’s not that bad.”
The hated sheet music was then flung onto the table. A series of notes well above high C and with very few rests could be seen.
“I take that back.”
The raven-haired woman’s head became reacquainted with the table, much to Sal’s disappointment, and the other males’ amusement.
Inuyasha tilted his head to read the music. “Huh, I didn’t know anyone could sing that high.”
Kouga was studying it also. “Yeah, they can, but I’ve heard Mozart was kind of evil. I can’t understand a word of this.”
A hand quickly hit the back of his head. “It’s in German, Kouga.”
“Oh, no wonder.”
Sango was beginning to wonder if Murphy would mind being resurrected so she could torture him. Her father had gotten a call about some ‘feeling-feeders’ as they were called, had grabbed Kohaku and headed out to face them.
That was four hours ago.
“Pick up the damn phone!” the demon slayer growled in frustration.
There was a click and then a gentle ‘hello’.
“Kagome?” Sango’s father might swear up and down that the exterminators could handle anything thrown their way, but at the moment, Sango thought that someone able to completely eliminate the things would be best.
“Sango?” Kagome’s tone became worried. “Are you crying? What’s wrong?”
“Dad went out on a call,” Sango wiped her eyes. “‘Feeling-feeders’. Forest north of town. He left four hours ago and I’ve heard nothing since.”
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” Kagome’s voice had a sharp edge to it that Sango hardly ever heard. “I may be bringing back-up.”
“I’ll have your bow ready."
Kouga watched, worried, as Kagome disconnected the call and threw her phone into her satchel. She then began packing everything into the same bag.
“What was that about?”
“Sango,” she said curtly. “Emotion demons. Father went out on call. She hasn’t heard back.”
“You aren’t going alone,” Kouga stated, narrowing his eyes.
“If you want to tag along, fine,” Kagome snapped, pulling her hair into a messy bun. “I don’t have time to coddle an ego. It’s been four hours. She’s worried. I’m her back up.”
Inuyasha turned to Monique and Sal. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut this short,” he stood and began walking to the parking lot, pulling out a phone while he walked.
“Where the hell are you going?” Kouga asked the hanyou.
“You coming or not?” he called back.
Kagome stood, hefted her satchel, and began to follow, muttering something about impulsive males.
“Yeah,” Inuyasha had apparently gotten hold of whoever it was he’d called. “Look, I know it’s your lunch break, but something came up. Could you go put something on the door? Yeah, the ‘classes cancelled til further notice’ thing. Yeah. No, I had nothing to do with the chocolate in Sess’s room. Yeah, talk to you later.”
When they reached the SUV, Inuyasha unlocked the vehicle, opened the back hatch and yanked a metal strongbox from under the seat. Opening it, he asked Kouga, “You use a weapon, Wolf?”
“Katana every once in a while,” Kouga muttered in response.
Kagome rolled her eyes and jumped into the second row of seats. Deciding she needed some angry music, she grabbed her Walkman and put in her Sinergy/Tarot/Disturbed mix disc.
“Any special kind of katana?” the hanyou asked, rummaging through the various weapons in the strongbox. “Or just the standard ‘pointy ended, sharp edged’ one?”
“Anything you have would be fine.”
Inuyasha quickly selected two blades, set them aside, then re-locked and replaced the strongbox.
“Here.”
Kouga turned to see two swords being held in the hanyou’s hands. One was in a new, barely used sheath, the other looked as if its ‘better days’ had come and gone a few hundred years ago. Rolling his eyes, Kouga reached for the battered katana, only to find it ripped out of his grasp and the new blade put in his hand.
“No one touches this one but me,” Inuyasha explained, holding the beaten sword protectively. “Sess found that one out the hard way.”
“If you’re done with your male bonding ritual,” Kagome snapped. “I’d like to get to Sango sometime today.”
Inuyasha snorted but closed up the back. He climbed into the driver’s seat and looked in the rearview mirror, waiting for Kouga to get settled.
“What are you listening to?” He asked the miko behind him.
“My Pissed Off list,” she responded.
“Fork it over,” he reached a hand back.
She glared at him by way of the rearview but handed over the disc. He promptly put it in the car’s CD player.
“Oh motherfucker
Won’t you liberate your mind?”
Inuyasha smirked. “Warn me if you see a cop.”
Around fifteen minutes and eighteen or so traffic violations later, the SUV was parked at the edge of the forest. Kagome quickly climbed out of the vehicle and moved to join Sango, who was standing a few yards off.
“When you said you were bringing back up, you weren’t kidding,” Sango said humorlessly.
“They’re tag-alongs,” Kagome smiled at her, reassuring her. “It’s here?”
“Yeah, maybe a couple hundred yards,” Sango nodded.
“Weapon?”
“I have Hiraikotsu with me, and I brought your bow for you,” an antique bow and a quiver of arrows were placed in her hand.
“Number?”
“It’s a nest, so probably more than just a few.”
Kagome cringed. “Backup weapons?”
“Thought you might want these,” twin sais were handed over and quickly strapped to the other woman’s thighs.
“Battle plan?”
“Go in, kill the bastards, find Dad and Kohaku, go home.”
Kagome nodded sharply, turning to the two, oddly quiet men behind her, she announced, “This is Sango’s territory. Her word is law. You disobey her word and I will personally purify your ass.”
“Got it,” they winced.
Sango smiled grimly before advising, “Don’t let them touch you. The side effects aren’t worth it.” She moved off into the forest.
“Pain, torment, catatonia, etc., etc.,” Inuyasha dead panned.
Kagome gave him a dry stare before following her best friend.
“Well,” Inuyasha turned to Kouga. “I kinda feel like killing something. How about you?”
Kouga snorted and walked after the girls. Inuyasha grinned to himself, then made his way into the wood.
It wasn’t too long before they found the first of the creatures. Nearly eight feet tall and skeletally thin, it wasn’t a welcoming sight. His dull yellow-green skin was splotched a dim maroon. Long, tapered hands lead to thin, bony fingers that ended in wickedly sharp, three-inch claws. He stood with his back to them on the outskirts of a considerably large crowd, nearly fifty of his brethren already dead.
Sango and Kagome nodded to each other and slowed their pace so that they flanked the men. Then the small group fanned out, the women searching for the most strategic position for their weapons, the men looking for a way to distract the demons.
Shrugging, Inuyasha and Kouga began pushing their way through the crowd. After a few sarcastic ‘excuse me’s, ‘pardon me’s, and ‘oh, damn, was that your foot?’s they had reached the center of the group and had their full attention. Almost four hundred murky green eyes glowered at them out of humanoid faces. Two very tired exterminators eyed the new arrivals, preparing their weapons to attack if need be.
Kagome drew an arrow and aimed for the demon in front of Kohaku.
“Who dares intrude on our territory?” a slow, raspy rumble inquired.
“Who? Us?” Kouga smiled dumbly. “We just wanted better seats.”
“Leave,” the voice ordered. “Before we are required to kill you.”
“Hey,” Inuyasha sounded like a teenybopper for some odd reason. “Did you do the voice for Dracula? Could I have your autograph?”
“Infidels!” the leader snapped. “If you value your life you will leave at once.”
“Impudence!” Kouga suddenly shrieked. “That’s impudence! You’re speaking impudence to me!”
“Yeah,” Inuyasha nodded. “He’s kinda redundant too. Don’t you have a better warning, y’know, something threatening?”
“Enough!” the now angry voice screamed. “Kill them.”
“Ooh, that’s better. Do it again!” Kagome rolled her eyes. Inuyasha was far too set on this taunting thing. She let her arrow fly.
Kohaku shielded his eyes as the creature in front of him exploded into a blast of white light. A second burst of light signaled the end of the demon in front of his father.
“Hey!” Kouga slashed through the neck of one of the creatures. “You promised we could have the first kill!”
“Hiraikotsu!” A gigantic bone boomerang erupted from the surrounding wood, slicing through ten of the monsters before curving back, wiping out another ten, and returning to its wielder.
Four more bursts of light erupted before Inuyasha chose to comment.
“Oi!” he yelled from the middle of a tightly packed group of the creatures. “We’re supposed to wipe out at least twice the amount you guys do! You’re maki-“ he broke off and a muffled ‘Get the fuck off me, would ya?’ was heard, followed by a ‘Soul Scattering Iron Claw!’.
Three of the creatures dissipated, howling in pain. Seven of the demons moved in to replace those lost.
“Goddamnit!” the hanyou seemed more annoyed than anything. “What part of ‘get the fuck off me’ don’t you idiots understand? Fuck it. Wolf Breath! Get them outta the way!”
A very confused Kouga ran to the weakened exterminators and pulled them clear of the battle.
Seconds later, from the middle of the crush, there was a cry of ‘Wound of Wind’ followed by a downward strike. Nearly thirty of the ‘feeling-feeders’ fell to the lightning-like claws that ripped through the ground.
A now visible Inuyasha popped his neck, “Much better. As I was saying, you’re making us look bad.”
“Damnit!” Kagome screamed at him, taking aim at the demon preparing to attack him from behind. “Stop posturing and watch your back!”
When the flash of light came from over his shoulder, the hanyou spared her a quick glare. “Ditto!” he called.
The miko’s hand wandered down to the dagger on her thigh as she turned. Five feet behind her was one of the creatures. Drawing the sai quickly, she flung it toward the demon. The blade struck in the center of the thing’s forehead and it fell.
She immediately moved back to the demon’s body, pulled the dagger out, purified the remains, and readied her bow.
Sango rolled her eyes. Those two were either going to be too busy screaming at each other to fight, or they were going to take out more than half the horde trying to outdo the other. She loosed Hiraikotsu again.
Inuyasha turned back from taking care of another of the pesky demons that tried to sneak up on him...Just in time to duck the huge bone apparatus as it flew over him.
“Watch where you throw that thing!”
“Had to shut you up somehow!” Sango yelled back.
“By trying to kill me?!” he screamed incredulously.
“Would you watch your fucking back?” Kagome broke in, moving to take care of the creature herself.
The hanyou moved forward just as he felt claws rip into his back. He winced and thrust his sword behind him and upward, disemboweling the creature.
“Now that’s just disgusting,” the miko’s voice was much nearer now. She’d abandoned her bow and decided to get ‘up-close and personal.’ Meaning she was going to cover his back, since he seemed unable to do it himself.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he muttered. “That’s the game. Get your ass out of here.”
“No,” she insisted. One of the demons decided she’d be an easy target and moved towards her. Smiling grimly, she told the hanyou, “It’s more interesting here.”
“Whatever,” he ducked another creature’s claws and lashed out with the blade, cutting the demon’s legs out from under it. “Just don’t come crying to me when you break a nail.”
Kagome sweep kicked the creature she was up against, successfully knocking it over. Grimacing, she slit the Emotion demon’s throat. “Forget what I said earlier. THAT was disgusting.”
Inuyasha peered over her shoulder. “Yeah, that shirt’s gonna need dry cleaning.”
Kouga, who had taken on the task of defending Sango’s family, snorted a laugh. “Can we continue this battle of wits later? There’s a leader we need to eliminate.”
Inuyasha shook his head slightly, “Y’know, if this were anywhere else...”
Sango, having run out of big enough groups for Hiraikotsu, moved to help Kouga. “He does have a point.”
“Great,” Kagome executed a flip kick, catching the demon in front of her on the chin, stunning it. “Now you’ve boosted both their egos.”
“These demons won’t function without the leader,” Sango amended. “We need to get rid of him.”
“Yeah, well,” Inuyasha quickly dispatched the creature in front of him. “I can’t help it if the leader is afraid to show his ugly mug because he’s a huge chicken!”
“You dare insult me?” The voice came from his left.
“I figured you were just stupid enough for it to work. Now, who wants the honors?”
“You puny mortals,” the voice snickered. “Thinking you can dispatch me. Thinking that I would fall to your weak meth-“ The sai suddenly protruding from his throat cut off that sentence.
“Blustering idiots just piss me off,” Kagome shook her head.
The remaining thirty Emotion demons surrounded their fallen leader, moaning piteously, making Inuyasha clamp his ears to his head and cringe. “Would someone shut them the fuck up?”
Kagome was holding her hands over her own ears. “As much as I’d love to purify the lot of them, I really want that sai back.”
“I’ll buy you a damn gold plated set!” Inuyasha screamed over the din. “Just shut them up!”
Kagome tentatively removed her hands from her ears. “I’ll hold you to that.”
A light pink glow surrounded her and she closed her eyes. After several seconds, she thrust her arms forward, fingertips pointing up, aiming for the now wailing demons. A concentrated pink stream of power followed down her arms and rushed at the horde. Several shrieks later, all that remained was dust.
Kagome exhaled and dropped into a sitting position. “Oh, that’s gonna be herbs and Powerbars for a week,” she placed her now aching head in her hands. “Ow.”
“Uh,” Inuyasha tried to ignore the ringing in his ears as he surveyed the damage. “Damn.”
Sango quickly hugged both her father and her brother. “Thank god you’re alright!”
The elder exterminator embraced his daughter, “I’m sorry we worried you. But thank you for coming. You’ve probably saved our lives.”
In the meantime, Kagome was trying to will her headache away. Inuyasha crouched next to her on her right, Kouga on her left. She pointed to the hanyou. “This is all your fault.”
“Yea,” he agreed, confused. “My fault. Me evil. Cause pain. Right.”
“Good, that’s settled,” she glared at him. “Shirt off.”
Inuyasha’s sudden impression of a fish caused Kouga to lose his balance. The wolf demon then proceeded to attempt to ‘laugh his head off’.
“You pervert,” Kagome scolded weakly. “Those gashes need to be cleaned.”
“They’re nothing,” he eyed her uncertainly. “Are you sure you aren’t delirious?”
“I’m fine,” her glare returned. “If they’re nothing, then why are they bleeding so much?”
“They’re already healing.”
“Don’t care. Humor me.”
“The shirt is not coming off,” he stated bluntly.
Kouga turned to the family. “I think they’re gonna be fine. You guys should head home, they may be here a while.”
Sango rolled her eyes but nodded. “Do you need a ride?”
“My car’s back at the Uni,” Kouga shrugged. “It’s kinda out of your way.”
“No, really,” Sango smiled. “It’s the least I can do.”
Kouga turned back to the still arguing pair.
“And if you’d been able to watch your back this never would have happened!” Kagome yelled, then moaned when her headache strengthened. “Kouga, go with Sango. If I end up purifying him, I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.”
Kouga took the hint and walked off with Sango and her family.
Kagome turned back to the silver-haired male in front of her. “Just take the damn shirt off so I can clean those and we can leave.”
“The shirt ain’t coming off wench,” he moved to help her stand. “Let’s just go back to the car. I’ve got Tylenol and crap in there and I can take you home.”
“And you think that I’m just going to go along with that and let you bleed all over your interior, huh?” nonetheless, she allowed him to help her up.
Inuyasha winced when her arm went around his back. So he’d told a little fib and they hurt like hell. So what?
“I saw that,” the miko said dryly.
“Ignore it,” he ordered. “You’re going home.”
“Bastard.”
“You flatter me.”
Tony tried desperately not to look amused. The hanyou was back on his doorstep, again holding his sleeping daughter. Only this time, his silver hair, and his daughter’s shirt, was matted with a green substance that Tony would rather not know the origin of, and a certain auburn-haired kit was chewing on his left ear and demanding to know what he’d done to his Momma.
The hanyou’s left eye ticked dangerously. “I didn’t do anything,” he snarled. “It’s her own damn fault.”
“What did you say?” the kit gnawed at the other ear now.
“She wore herself out,” the response came from behind gritted teeth. “It’s her own fault.”
There was a pop and the kit became a large pink bubble. Now able to gnaw on both the hanyou’s ears, Shippo did so with relish.
Tony lost it. He braced himself against the doorframe and howled with laughter. Inuyasha growled at him and he looked up, only to collapse back onto the doorframe when he saw the hanyou’s face.
Ignoring the crazy people that occupied the house, Inuyasha pushed his way into the home, making sure that Shippo hit the doorway.
Tony picked up the wailing kit gently and, still chuckling, began to soothe him.
“She’s gonna have a hell of a headache when she wakes up,” the hanyou warned him, laying Kagome down gently on the couch.
“And you’re going to have a hell of a backache,” Tony noted.
Inuyasha stood, gingerly. “I’m fine.”
“You’re lucky she’s asleep or you’d be knee deep in bandages and peroxide by now.”
“I know,” he grimaced.
The hanyou turned to go but paused when Kagome whimpered behind him. He waited a moment and was about to continue out when there was a thud and a mewl of pain. He looked to Tony and Shippo.
Tony looked puzzled, his head tilted to the side. Shippo looked like he was about to start laughing.
Curious now, he peered over his shoulder at the couch. A pair of sneakers attached to jean-clad legs were visible in the middle of the sofa.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and started to walk off.
“Stay,” there was a sharp tug at his leg and he found himself face down on the floor.
He glared over his shoulder and found that, not only was Kagome still sound asleep, she had attached herself to his leg.
“I give up,” he muttered. “I’m getting you a damn teddy bear.”
The slamming of the front door caused the three in the library to look up sharply. “Damn woman...” The grumbling faded out for a moment. “Teddy bear...”
Inutaisho smothered laughter and looked to his elder son’s longtime girlfriend. Her shoulders were shaking. His son looked mildly annoyed.
There was another slam of a door and the grumbling faded completely.
Rin smiled brightly. “Six months.”
Inutaisho raised an eyebrow. “Given my son’s attitude, I say a year.”
Sesshomaru snorted. “No wager.”
“Goddamnit!” There was a roar from an upstairs room. “That fuckin’ stings!”
A/N2: Inu's quip about Dracula was brought on by Iced Earth's 'Burnt Offerings' (Awesome song) which has a soundbyte ('I was betrayed. Look what your God has done to me.') from the Gary Oldman movie 'Dracula' (Awesome movie).If you've heard it, then you pretty much know what the leader sounds like. And yeah, I used the literal translations for Inu's attacks...I like them better...
Yeah, it cut off a bit abruptly...But I really couldn't figure out how to relevantly continue it in this chap...
Ok...I'm begging...PLEASE REVIEW! The last chap I posted got 1 review.I'm eternally grateful to everyone who has ever reviewed anything I've written but I'm begging you, give me ideas for escapades, problems, little annoying habits that are bound to show up once the gang gets on a tourbus. Absolutely anything...If you can come upwith something I'll probably find someway to work it in here. Constructive criticism is always welcome, flames will be used to roast marshmallows, yadda yadda...Just please press the button?