Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Transfusion ❯ Bad ( Prologue )

Hey; new fic! ^_^ My first x-over, so be nice, please! Though, I have to announce right now: this story shall be an Inu/Kag fic, though it may take a lot of time to get to it, which mean in the mean time, she'll be paired with Kurama, Yusuke, and maybe even a little bit with Hiei. And now I'm boring you, huh? Well . . . how about I summon Kurama? *concentrates real hard, when suddenly—*

 

Kurama: *appears, holding chart labeled “demon taxation” and giving speech* —So, like I have highlighted, we need to— *stops suddenly, blinking, and looking around, confused* Um . . . okay . . . so now where am I?

 

Aiiiiiii! *squeals*

 

Kurama: *head snaps over and mutters darkly* Oh, I see we meet again . . .

 

Are you still mad at me . . .?

 

Kurama: *sarcastically* Of course not.

 

. . . You're sure . . .?

 

Kurama: Of course I am . . . but the restraining order is still in order so— *takes a big step backwards* —always remain at least ten feet away.

 

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~~Prologue~~

~Bad~

 

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Kagome sighed as she eased her backpack off her shoulder and rested it on a nearby boulder. Rolling her neck, she opened her smaller-than-usual pack and checked inside.

 

“Wench, hurry up! We need to keep on the move!”

 

The miko rolled her eyes. “I'm positive we're not hurting our . . .”—she paused, looking for the right word—“escapade.”

 

InuYasha huffed. Over the past few days, he had claimed he's picked up on the scent of Naraku—the funny thing being he told everyone this right after Kouga came by boasting he'd found their enemy's trail—and insisted on chasing the scent to its source. “You never know what could pop up.”

 

Kagome gave an exasperated sigh. “InuYasha, we're tired, hungry, and I want to go home for a while. I need to re-stock on supplies since I haven't been home for most of this month, and I have te—”

 

“Don't even say it,” InuYasha growled, irritated.

 

“I'm sorry,” she replied shortly, her tone showing she was no where near remorseful, “but in my era, a girl's gotta do what the law says. And the law says everyone need to go to school and pass. That includes taking tests.” Almost coyly, she added, “Besides, if I don't pass, that's just another year to add onto the one that I have left.”

 

InuYasha's ears flattened as he thought about his choices. Just a little while . . . that wouldn't hurt . . . He thought about what Kagome said. Another year? No fucking thanks. I think I'll risk my luck.

 

“Fine!” he burst after a pause.

 

Kagome sighed before giving the hanyou a small smile. “Thanks, InuYasha. I swear, when I come back, I'll focus my strength towards Naraku's defeat.”

 

“Keh . . .” InuYasha huffed, not impressed at her show.

 

“I'll even bring some extra ramen.”

 

His ear flicked and Kagome knew she had won him over. “Keh,” he repeated, softer this time.

 

“Yes!” Kagome cheered, swinging her closed book bag over her tired shoulders once again. “Time to have a nice, warm bath!”

 

InuYasha huffed before turning the direction of the party—much to the travelers' delight.

 

After only a few minutes, Kagome's step faltered, and she stumbled. “Ow,” she mumbled, catching her balance just in time to avoid a very uncomfortable collision with the ground.

 

She bent over to rub her sore ankle when she suddenly realized she wasn't on the ground anymore. Surprised, her head popped up to see the back of InuYasha's head. She wasn't sure, but she could've sworn she heard him mumble, “Stupid wench.”

 

Kagome's face blossomed with a dark red color as she rested her head on her hanyou's shoulder.

 

“Thanks,” she mumbled back to him.

 

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“Kagome!” she heard someone cry, breaking her from her sleep.. There was a slight pressure on her right shoulder as something—or someone—hopped onto her. Sleepily, she looked over and saw Shippo gazing intently at her. “Will you bring me some pocky?”

 

She managed a sleepy grin. “Of course; don't I always?”

 

The kitsune didn't answer but snuggled against her neck. “Thanks.”

 

“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled. She snuggled back up against InuYasha when she heard something like a snap and she was suddenly on the ground, her bottom hitting the ground painfully.

 

“Hey!” she protested, “what was that for?”

 

InuYasha didn't answer but his hand hovered above Tetsusaiga anxiously as a low growl escaped his throat. Shippo whimpered an ran back to hide behind Sango and Miroku.

 

Kagome blinked in confusion and peeking out from behind InuYasha.

 

They were all in the clearing of the Bone Eater's Well, but they weren't alone . . .

 

“Naraku!” InuYasha called, “show yourself, you coward!”

 

His answer was a deep chuckle. “InuYasha, InuYasha . . . do you think I would risk that and foiling my plan?”

 

`I don't give a rat's ass what you think or want. I just run my sword clean through you,” was the hanyou's tart reply as he ripped out his sword, jumped to a near tree, and sliced away a few branches.

 

Something—most likely Naraku—jumped out and landed on the ground unscathed.

 

“Inu—” Kagome started, but before she could finish, a long, thick tentacle flung itself at her and wrapped her in its clutches.

 

“Naraku!” InuYasha bellowed, hacking away at some roots that were making their way to and around him. “Let her go you coward! She has nothing to do with this!”

 

Naraku gave a thick, malicious chuckle that had Kagome shiver. She felt a fierce, sharp pain in her side, like something was forcing its way into her. “That's what's so enjoyable about hanyous and their pathetic brains . . . they never understand things until the last minute. Do you think I'd take this miko without a purpose?” He gave another chuckle. “Truly amazing . . . you're quite amusing, InuYasha . . .”

 

With that, he thrust something into Kagome's hand with his tentacle and threw her head-first into the well.

 

“InuYasha!” she shrieked, thrusting her hands out in front of her to brace any damage from her fall.

 

“Kagome!” InuYasha roared, darting over to the well, attempting to jump in after her. Naraku frowned before using the same tentacle that held Kagome to whack him square in the stomach, knocking him against a tree and winding him. “Really, InuYasha, you didn't expect me to let you ruin the fun, did you?”

 

The hanyou tried to answer but couldn't gather his breath properly. “Damn . . . you . . .” he managed to wheeze.

 

“InuYasha!” Shippo called, racing over to the irritated hanyou's side, followed by Sango and Miroku, who were destroying the stray roots and tentacles that were trying to kill them.

 

Naraku watched impassively before giving another grin. He turned to look at the well one last time before raising a massive tentacle and giving one mighty sweep straight through the ancient well, crumbling it to splinters.

 

InuYasha managed a weak cry. “Kagome!”

 

Sango and Miroku watched, mouths slightly agape, fascinated with the rubble of what used to be a portal. “K—Kagome . . .” Sango mumbled.

 

Shippo's hands were on his cheeks, his mouth open, and his eyes widened.

 

“There now,” Naraku said. “By the time you finish repairing the well, I'll have had enough time to put my plan into action.”

 

InuYasha forced himself to stand, one eye closed in a wince against the pain. “Damn you, Nara—ku,” he rasped. Gathering his strength, he out it all into one jump and sliced Naraku cleanly in half.

 

He dissolved with a hiss as a wooden doll clumped to the ground.

 

“Damn,” Miroku swore, “it was another of his stupid puppets!”

 

“I'll kill him . . .” InuYasha whispered in a deadly voice. `I'll kill him for doing this . . .”

 

Miroku looked up to see InuYasha shaking with rage.

 

He'd do it, too, Miroku thought as he offered Sango a hand up.

 

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Kagome finished climbing the ladder—her hand still clutching what Naraku had shoved in her hand—and turned around to look down into its pit. “Here I come!” she called as she jumped.

 

Her feet hit the bottom and she winced at the sharp pain in her arm before sitting up. “What? What happened? Inu—InuYasha!” The miko desperately started scratching at the bottom of the well—her well.

 

When nothing happened, she sat back on her heals, tears forming in her eyes. Desperation filled her voice as she murmured, “No, no, no, no, no! It's not sealed . . . it's taking a break . . .” she sniffed. “Yeah, that's it,” she mumbled. “Taking a break . . .” she sniffed before climbing out of the well again. She peeked down into it before mumbling, “Tomorrow it'll work again and I'll go back.” She wasn't actually reassured, however, that was what would happen.

 

Walking into her home and up to her room, Kagome finally remembered what was in her hand. She sat on her bed and squeezed her hand, trying to decide whether or not it would blow up her hand when she opened it. I wouldn't put that past him . . .

 

She slowly creaked her hand open a crack and peeked in, acting like a child. There wasn't much in there, just what looked like a marble. Frowning, Kagome unveiled the mysterious object.

 

And almost fell off her bed. She gave a sharp gasp as her hand instinctively clutched it again protectively.

 

The Shikon no Tama . . .

 

Why'd he give that to her?

 

He needed it—

 

Didn't he?

 

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Aw, come on, you can come down.

 

Kurama: *sitting on the ceiling fan* Not until you put that away.

 

*looks down at chain saw* Oh, I wasn't going to hurt you! I needed to trim my tree!

 

Kurama: Then why was it on when you came in?

 

Well, you screamed when you saw my pet . . . and I was outside, unknowing as to what you were doing . . .

 

Kurama: Not my fault you have mutated things as “pets”!

 

You leave Picasso out of this! *strokes nearby Picasso*

 

Kurama: . . . I swear, when I'm out of here, I'm suing . . .

 

Why aren't you leaving now?

 

Kurama: . . . You chained me up . . .

 

So I did!