Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ She-Thing ❯ She-Thing ( Chapter 1 )

Title: She-Thing
Author: The laughing corpse
Genre: One shot, crossover, anime/manga, humor.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: InuYasha/Yu Yu Hakusho

Summary: After suffering for years, death should be a nice final rest, but no. Not for a demon it can't. Sort of BotanxInuYasha.
A/N: I'm messing with the crossover universe and to add more toxic to the IY/YYH dump I added my share to the mix. Oh, the shame. Theme # 030: Death for Livejournal's crossovers100 community.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Yu Yu Hakusho or InuYasha series. They rightfully belong to Rumiko Takahashi-sensei, Viz. and Funimation.

 

 

She-Thing

 

Never forget how to dream or sleep isn't worth a wink of it.

-Serres: Moon girl.

The awkwardness of the silence stretching out grabbed at Botan's subconscious and drilled through like the penetrating gaze of her fellow rider holding onto the magical wooden oar from behind, and if there's nothing worse than unmovable silence it's a lousy backseat rider.

—And yes, he was indeed a horrible backseat rider. Why did she choose this job again?

Poke! There it was again! The clawed tip of his index finger, not at all gently as he so claimed, poked the back of her shoulder blade for the third consecutive time. "Yes?" she asked, patiently.

"Are we there yet?"

"Um, no. Sorry. We should be near the—"

"Never mind then," he interrupted, tired and mellower than a soul should be. Her answers were never enough to satisfy him.

Botan pursed her lips. Testy ghosts weren't always her cup of tea to handle.

She thought for a moment as she soared higher into the white clouds—which surprisingly Mr. Depressed and Grouchy ghost didn't make a mad grab on his end of the oar. It seemed as if he done this before during his lifetime and Botan wouldn't be the least surprised. Demons are thrill goers to an unhealthy level. It comes natural to them—what occurred to her may or may not seem silly, yet she decided to best take her chances. Anything worth killing the tension. "Let's sing a song. `Kay?"

InuYasha contemplated the suggestion for a moment, pretending to anyways, and replied with a quick, blunt, "Not a chance, lady."

She frowned. "Why not?" Botan had a pretty good idea what her response would be.

InuYasha steadied her a long, long, deadpanned stare. Was she serious?

He stared at her for a second longer.

She smiled back.

Oh shit. She is. Well, fuck no. "Why would we sing? No, for reason's sake, why would I bother singing?"

The sarcastic bite vibrating his words made the ferry girl consider why she even bothered anymore? She huffed very feminine-like, turned around to eye him a very nasty look. "I'm trying to be the nice one here. I don't have to take the attitude of a grimy and childish ghost."

In the process of slipping into his customary cross of the arms over his chest and twist of lips, InuYasha stopped midway to frantically point in the direction his lousy, irresponsible driver abandoned the oar to go towards. "Hey, Hey! Watch out for that building!!!" he shouted. Immediately Botan took control of their ride again, steering them a breaths' length away from smashing into the concrete structure, back up into traffic-free skies.

 

So much for the experienced, calm, cool and collected theory of flying.

"Whoops. My mistake. Sorry," she apologized like a child who colored outside the lines of his or her drawing. She waved it off. A "minor technical difficulty" as she casually put it.

All InuYasha had to say was bullshit, but didn't out of worry she'd cause another mishap in transportation again. Can't anyone do anything right anymore?

"Don't. Do that. Again." InuYasha's long silver hair bristled on-end reminding Botan of a frightened pet. The cat ears—ahem, dog-ears, sorry—helped the picture form, too. For a rude, uncouth ghost he was pretty cute. Pet cute. Meh, maybe handsome as well. "I smashed into …things while I was alive, I don't want to replay it in the afterlife!"

"All right, already. I do get the point," Botan said, a bit frustrated he didn't believe her. "You're dead anyway. No body, no physical pain to worry about."

"And you're suppose to be the Grim Reaper." InuYasha narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He resisted the habit of scooting away, there's nowhere left to scoot to and he hadn't mastered the art of flying on his own either. Levitating, floating, or whatever that ghosts do shouldn't be too hard to learn.

"Why does every soul have the same reaction? Most fairytales are fairytales; I'm the real deal here and I'm taking us to the Reikai," Botan furiously insisted, her face lighting up like a cherry and upset once more her pride was stomped on.

"Right." InuYasha examined his claws, his fingers cracking as he flexed. "What's this `Reikai' I'm hearing bout'?"

"I already told you," groaned Botan, her shoulders sagging. She resumed to fall into the usual explanation of what the Reikai is and the afterlife, blah, blah, blah.

"Pay attention to where we're going," InuYasha reminded her reproachfully.

Botan sent him a fiery glare.

InuYasha ignored it. By sitting in a statue for five hundred and fourteen years, trapped inside the darn thing, he learned and seen just about everything. His soul escaped a poisoned body and found refuge in an ancient shrine's Buddha statue set right outside the grounds. Memory served InuYasha right for once, and he remembered the wretched monk that accidentally locked the hanyou's soul inside the statue.

 

 

He couldn't even have a proper funeral and a regular death. No loopholes, no nothing. Just death and the canal his soul's destined to descend to in the afterlife—oh, but no. InuYasha couldn't even have that. Nope, not at all because the damn monk in the shrine he remained in (after the demon terrorizing a neighboring village speared him with his poisonous claws) decided to attempt to save him from impending death.

 

InuYasha remembered he had accepted his end during that time. He had lived a good life after the shard hunts and to rest from this struggle, from all this weariness made the welcoming hands of eternal rest appear pleasant.

 

Stupid monk had to ruin it. The monk trainee butchered up the spell and instead of floating to Nirvana, Heaven, or whether a soul goes to, it went straight into the marble Buddha and for the next several hundred years he sat there watching the world develop and change and fly past him.

 

The mistake cost him a possible reincarnation.

 

InuYasha hadn't had a clue to the whereabouts of Higurashi Kagome, the girl that once traveled through time to meet up with him in feudal Japan.

 

He had hope Kagome would find him one day.

 

Kagome never found him and this peppy, eccentric ferry girl did and carter him away. He had unfinished business, but he doubted it would matter at this point. InuYasha sighed, the transparency of his hands and body ceased to amaze him. He really is dead.

 

He lamented some more before Botan made a swift turn that had him grabbing for some wood and shouting, “Careful, woman! You're going to kill me a second time here!”

 

“Sorry,” she said and probably meant it. For the Grim Reaper, or Lady Death as they say, she was far too careless and pretty to be the real deal. InuYasha wondered what paradox he fell into and if it would be considered cruel her kindness towards him?

 

 

InuYasha hadn't felt the brush of kindness in years.

 

 

The End.