Yami-Kun- hey all this is my first fic so take it easy on plz and comment .

Sesshomaru- who'd really care about what you say anyways ningen?

Yami-…… readers are usually polite about-

Sesshomaru- just shut up and write your damn story wench

Yami- geez what crawled in your pajamas last night anyways-

Disclaimer- I do not own Inuyasha so don't say I do …… I don't want to get sued here people.

"Mitsuki! Mitsuki! Are you ready yet! We're going to be late for the meeting if you don't hurry up!"

"Good freakin lord, Momo! I'm almost ready!" Mitsuki rolled her eyes turning back to face her mirror. "It's not my fault my alarm clock's batteries die," she mumbled brushing her hair quickly. Her wavy brown hair bounced as she continually attacked it with her green brush. 'I can't believe my parents set me up on a freaking omiai! I'm only sixteen and he's like……. 40. Gross and Wrong! You'd think that they'd be a little more considerate of my feelings… I'm going to make their lives a living hell.'

"Mitsuki-i! Hurry!"

"Shaddup and help me out if you're so impatient!" The door swung open and Momoko walked in.

"Mitsuki! You haven't even done your hair or makeup yet! You're not even dressed!" Momoko yanked the brush from Mitsuki's hand and started to gather her hair into a bun with some hair down to accent her face. Once finished with that Momo hurriedly put makeup onto Mitsuki's face, before forcing her to dress in a traditional kimono and obi.

"Okay now down to my car! Your parents said they'd be meeting us at the shrine."

"Shrine?"

"Do you ever listen! We're holding the omiai at a shrine, I told you that last night and this morning!"

"Oh….. really?"

"Just get in the damn car."

Together Mitsuki and Momoko drove in silence until they reached the stairs that led up to the meeting place, Takanashi shrine. Mitsuki climbed out of the car and waited for Momoko to walk with her up the shrine steps. Halfway up the stairs, Mitsuki started to complain, "Why do there have to be stairs?"

"Oh stop complaining. You do this practically everyday anyways."

"But Sunday's my relaxation day, I shouldn't have to work my butt off walking up these stairs when I have to sprint up and down one's at the dojo."

"You're a girl that is gifted in the art of the sword shut up and stop complaining!"

"I'd like to see you do as much work as I do everyday," Mitsuki mumbled. Before Momoko could answer they had reached the top of the shrine steps.

" I don't see your parents here yet, Mitsuki, so I think ill go have a quick chat with the shrine's caretaker. Try to refrain from getting dirty, you may be soon meeting your future husband."

With Momoko's back turned Mitsuki stuck her tongue out at her. "Please refrain from getting dirty, you may be meeting your future husband. Pshh… yeah right, that guy is butt ugly." Mitsuki wondered the empty yard mumbling more about Momoko under her breath. The only thing that seemed out of place, some would say, was the old wooden well that stood almost in the center.

Mitsuki wondered over to the well, pushing slightly on its side to test it's over all sturdiness. The well passed easily not even twitching at the push. Mitsuki dusted the ledge off before sitting down. The yard became instantly quiet. The girl glanced about, "That's weird maybe I better stand back up-" before the sentence was finished an invisible force shoved Mitsuki backwards into the well.

Mitsuki let out a short scream before the shrine returned to the abnormal silence.

"Mitsuki! The shrine's caretaker just told that the meeting place has been moved to a nearby park! Mitsuki?... Now where did she run off to?"

Mitsuki landed with a thud at the bottom of the well. In a daze, Mitsuki sat up shaking her head, 'What was that about? I was pushed into the well.' Mitsuki looked up startled when the sound of clashing steal reached her ears. "What's going on up there," she asked herself, standing up.

Mitsuki glanced around to find thick vines growing in the well and used it to haul herself to the top of the well. Glancing over the edge of the well, Mitsuki nearly yelped in surprise to what she saw, Demons, monsters and men stood in the practice yard fighting each other with sword testing their skill.

'Where the hell am I, how did I get here and how do I get home,' Mitsuki wanted to scream as she watched the nearest couple dance a complicated step with each trying to hack away the other's limbs.

The tall red haired one lunged at the shorter blue haired one, thrusting their katana as fast as they could trying to penetrate the other's defense. The blue haired man moved gracefully, dodging and blocking the continuous attack.

Mitsuki could already tell who would win in a fair fight. The blue haired one had experience and grace while the other seemed to focus on powerful swings and shuffling feet.

No sooner had she observed this did the short demon switch from his long defensive position to one of attack. He swung at his opponent's weak spot, his legs. Surprised the red haired youth stumbled over his feet landing on the ground. The blue haired man held his sword to his neck and smiled, "Maybe next time,eh?"

Angered by his loss the red haired youth seized a handful of sand throwing it into the blue haired ones eyes. Blinded the youth jumped to his feet and slashed at his opponents face, cutting his check.

" THAT WAS A CHEAP-ASS SHOT YOU ASSHOLE," Mitsuki screamed before she could stop the words from leaving her mouth. It became entirely quiet as all activity ceased and all eyes were upon her. "oh no…. that was a dumb ass move on my part. I'm toast."