A/N: Okay, no guarantees you'll like this. And yes, this story is rushed. Don't like? Get over it! On with the crap!

Sadly, Miroku looked at his friends one last time. Stabs of guilt shot through him as they glared at him. He turned and left them alone with the girl.

*Five hundred years later (give or take a few)*

An object resembling a stapler went flying past Taroshi's head. She ducked, cussing.

"Shove off, Kirshi!" she yelled, throwing a tape dispenser at him.

Taroshi and Kirshi had the makings of a great relationship. After all, they loved terrorizing each other. They couldn't be more different, though. Taroshi had straight, shoulder length black hair. Her eyes were serious, but mischievous. And one hand was wrapped. "For an old injury," she'd say. Kirshi had long white hair. He dressed in the most expensive clothes and was "daddy's 'lil prince."

This made it all the more odd. Kirshi was a rich, well known, (and only to Taroshi's knowledge) a full demon. Taroshi was middle-class, parentless, human. To everyone but themselves it was obvious that they were in love.

"Ugh I don't have time for this," exclaimed Kirshi. He rolled his eyes before leaving with a group of punks.

"You should watch out for him. I mean his dad is that huge business man, Sessho-Maru!" said one of her friends, Rio-Qway.

"Yeah, yeah, and his uncle IS Inu-Yasha," she mocked. "I don't care."

"You should really watch out. Inu-Yasha had got it out for your family!"

Taroshi thrust out her right hand. "Why, because of this?"

"Yeah--"

"NO! I didn't betray him! That wasn't me," she put her hand in her pocket. She remembered the story. Centuries ago her family had been cursed. The one pervert called Miroku betrayed Inu-Yasha. Ever since Inu-Yasha carried a grudge against his family. "Later days," Taroshi left.

Taroshi was fairly new at this school. It was her third one that year. There was some trouble she caused, to get her kicked out of school. At one she had even blew up the science lab.

It was beginning to get dark, but Taroshi didn't care. Her mother left after she was born, and her father had been destroyed by the air-rip.

"The newest heir to his family," hissed a voice. 'His' was said with malice.

Before Taroshi was a hanyou. White hair, golden eyes, and those ears. Inu-Yasha. Taroshi took a step back, and then another.

Inu-Yasha looked at her disapprovingly. "Stop it! I won't eat you," he laughed. "Kirshi has told me so much about you. I think he really likes you."

This shocked Taroshi. "Yew! That loser? You demons are all the same," she said. Taroshi knew about demons considering her family history. "I see you like him too. I used to be like that with Kagome."

"What do you want?" Taroshi backed up, fingering her rosary.

"No need for that," snarled Inu-Yasha. "I need not want your help."

"Why?" demanded Taroshi.

Perhaps we can talk somewhere more private. Like my suite…come on." He turned, walking up the street without waiting for her.

"What have I got to lose?" thought Taroshi bitterly.

She followed him to a fancy, upper-class street, into a building, and up the elevator. They came to his suite.

It was huge. And almost completely white. The walls were white, some of the furniture, and even the carpet. Some of the furniture was black; the only real color was a new I-MAC and the pictures. There were pictures of demons, and a lot of Kagome.

Taroshi looked around the room thinking, 'Man this guy has issues.'

Inu-Yasha plopped down in a leather, black chair. Taroshi did the same in a white one.

"So I need your help."

Taroshi snorted and made to leave. Inu-Yasha caught her by the arm and swung her back down.

"What? You, the great Inu-Yasha, who so very hates my family, needs my help?"

"Yes," he said flatly. "And it's not so much I need to do it. It affects you much more."

"What are you getting at, you crazy bas--"

"Listen, wench! Someone's screwing with the past. If you don't go back and keep it the same we'll all be screwed."

"Uh-uh. Why don't you do it yourself?"

"I can't go through the well. Only you and Kagome can."

"Yeah. Still I fail to see why this is my problem," she gave a tug on the rosary. One more and there'd be a whirlwind. "Let me go."

"Don't do this. I'll take you to Kagome, and you can do your job and be home."

"And what do I get out of it?" Taroshi asked.

"Your life."

Taroshi left. Inu-Yasha made no move to stop her. She walked down onto the street and made for nowhere. The night was calm; the wind was the only thing stirring. Or so Taroshi thought.

A tall cloaked man stepped from the curb, and fell into step with her. His step was smooth and perfected. The shadows danced across his face, but Taroshi couldn't see him. She stopped dead. 'What the--'

"It would be wise to do as he asked," the voice was young, but with the wisdom of the stars. "Believe me, child." As quickly as he had appeared he was gone.

"That was odd," Taroshi breathed. "What the hell?" She turned around and returned to Inu-Yasha/

"So you returned. Whatever changed your mind?" he asked.

"Your henchmen."

"What henchmen? Never mind. Will you do it?" asked Inu-Yasha.

"Yes."

"Good. There's a room you may use tonight," Inu-Yasha pointed to a room with a futon in it. A few blankets were folded on the end.