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Chaotica

Summary: Inuyasha and co. thought that Naraku was the worst of their worries. Feudal Japan thought that youkai were the biggest problem. Both were mistaken, as the past, present, and possible future is thrown into chaos as a rift is open between worlds. New foes are made, unlikely alliances formed, and friendship and love is put to unthinkable tests. What will become of the world as it is plunged into the chaos of war?

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Prologue

"INUYAASSSHAAAA! OSUWARI!"

"Houshiiiii-saaaamaaa…"

Typical day, typical conversation. Shippou couldn't help but sigh as his family went through the motions and routines of the day, and it wasn't even noon yet. Inuyasha was bitching and moaning about Kagome wanting to return to her own time for another one of her "stupid tests", and Miroku was being his lecherous self as Sango giggled at her friend from the future as she promptly planted an annoyed hanyou into the ground.

Ah yes; Shippou sighed and yet, smiled at the same time. The kitsune did indeed consider the rag-tag group of adventurers to be his surrogate family; he even called Kagome "mommy" on occasion. Their infighting was simply their way of showing affection for one another.

"Sango, I assure you: I had no intention of groping you this time. My hand merely brushed against your most sumptuous bottom as I was standing up…", a certain monk said, with a red hand print already on his face.

"Houshi-sama, I'm sure you didn't mean anything by it, but please," she replied through gritted teeth, "try to refrain from 'brushing' up against me in the future, ne?" she stood as she finished her sentence, reinforcing the last word with placing her hand on Miroku's head for leverage as she stood.

The poor monk was shoved into the ground in the process, looking very Inuyasha esque. Of course, a goofy smile was still planted on his face as he pried himself up from the forest floor. At this point, both girls had stomped off, with Shippou and Kirara in tow. Miroku had begun to follow them until a strong arm gripped his. He looked down and noticed a red kimono and a clawed hand.

"You know bozou," Inuyasha said, "we're both pretty damn screwed."

Miroku raised an eyebrow.

"Really? How do you figure Inuyasha?"

"Well for starters, Kagome can just say you-know-what and I'm done for. And then there's Sango and her hand of doom, which we both know will always keep your perverted ass in line. As much as we may hate to admit it, the girls walking in front of us have us pretty firmly under their control," the hanyou concluded with a sigh.

"Inuyasha, I've never quite heard you so defeated…"

"Well what the hell do you expect me to say! When a bitch puts a controlling spell under you, then you can piss and moan!"

"WHAT did you say Inuyasha?" a very perturbed Kagome yelled back at the men of the group.

"I called you a wench! So what are you gonn- GACK!"

Once again, Inuyasha's face met Mr. Dirt, and to say the least pleasantries were not exchanged.

"You know Inuyasha," Miroku kneeled down to try and console his friend, "you could do with a few pointers on how to deal with women. Perhaps I could offer my expertise?"

"And what expertise is that Houshi-sama?" Sango suddenly appeared next to the now deathly pale monk, hirakotsu being brandished in a familiar "whack-on-the-noggin" way.

"Ah, precious Sango, I have no idea what you are talking about. I merely meant that Inuyasha should learn to-" with a swift and sudden conk, the houshi joined his friend on the cold ground.

A now very pissed off Sango stomped her way back to Kagome and a frightened Shippou.

"You know, if you two had any brains at all, you would not talk to me or Sango for the greater part of the day!" an equally pissed off Kagome shouted back.

Shippou might've been wrong; today was definitely going to suck more than other days. It wasn't even noon yet, and Inuyasha had been sat twice, Miroku slapped once and hit on the head with hirakotsu once, and Shippou was quite sure Kagome and Sango had headaches now.

Yes indeed, this could be a long assed day.

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This was always the part of the job he hated; the part where he figured he had won the day and somehow ended up running for his sorry ass.

Bloody dragon.

Alaryn suddenly wished he had more flash powder. LOTS of flash powder. Being chased by a raging dragon-kin was not his idea of a fresh start to the morning.

Come on then, its not I stole the bastards first born! Just…his oh-so lovely sword…

Yup, this was the part of the job he hated; dodging dragon flame and worse, smelling the breath of dragons.

Ada be there or I will haunt you in your next life, I swear it.

With a quick bound over a log, a Michael Jordan like leap into the air, followed by a somersault up and onto the limb of a tree, the rogue had narrowly escaped the snapping jaws of a twenty foot giant lizard, which went skidding forward. The beast was barely able to stop itself with a powerful beat of its wings and raking of its claws on the soil.

"Alright then. Come on you bastard. You want it back? Come and get it you overgrown gecko!" Alaryn turned around and slapped his rump with his hand taunting the already angry dragon. The thing roared in anger and charged forward, prepared to char the Englishman into brisket.

Oh boy. Please work please work please work… he drew his sword, his un-stolen sword, from his hip scabbard and prayed that the magic would actually work this time.

"L-lamnia armis murus!"

Sure enough, bright blue light enveloped the blade, and the dragon-kin found itself snapping and mauling at a blue-white barrier, keeping the human safe. This enraged the beast further, and it slowly began to tear its way through the weakening magic.

"Dammit! Adahlia where are you!"

As if on command, the dragon-kin suddenly backed up and shook it's head from side to side, as if trying to shake off a deep sleep. Alaryn noticed that it's eyes were starting to glaze over, and the thing fell to the earth with a great 'thump', clearly in a deep slumber.

He thenheard a light, girly giggle from not too far away.

"You know, I thought you would've learned by now to not steal from dragons." a girl appearing in her early twenties stepped out from behind a tree, her hands still glowing a slight hue of green. She wore a tunic made of deep purple, almost black, leather and a heavy, but comfortable looking, matching dress. In her hands was a long polished staff with a small iron cross at the tip. She flung her shoulder length violet over her shoulder and giggled again as her human companion clumsily made his way down from the tree.

"Up a tree again, Alaryn?" she inquired. The look that the human gave the elf was enough to make her flat out laugh now, a sound which was very pleasant to the ears. Alaryn couldn't help but smile at hearing her laugh; he always loved to hear his lovely 'girl elf' laugh.

"Ok girl elf, you once again saved my ass," he mock bowed his thanks, "now tell me. How much cash can we offa this!" he sheathed his own blade and presented her with the sword and scabbard he stole from the dragon, which he had slung over his shoulder in his haste to make his escape.

Adahlia examined the scabbard, and drew the blade, which was brilliant in its own right: the blade was polished and had a seemingly golden hilt, and was indeed quite sharp. Alaryn looked like a kid in a candy store while Adahlia looked unimpressed.

She finally sighed. "Sorry my friend, but I would do better to disenchant this than you would do to sell it. Not much power lies in this blade. The dragon-kin probably took it because it looked pretty."

She motioned over to the snoring thing with the sword before sliding it back into its scabbard. Alaryn looked completely crushed.

"Just a second now…you're telling me I just spent a good hour running all willy-nilly from one very pissed off dragon for a blank sword?" he asked exasperatingly.

The elf hugged her friend. "Yes."

"I think we need to find a town, elf girl. It is time for the Englishman to get drunk."

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The great Sesshomaru-sama sniffed the air; something smelt…odd. Not quite dangerous or worthy of his attention, just odd. Different.

"Uh, Sesshomaru-sama, why are we stopping?" the servant asked.

Without a word, Sesshomaru suddenly pivoted on his right heel and started heading in the direction of the odd smell.

"Matte, Sesshomaru-sama!" Rin followed the youkai into the underbrush.

"Sesshomaru-samaaaa!" was Jaken's following call.

As the youkai entered another clearing, he noticed a man in dark purple robes and a purple hood over his head was crouched down examining the ground apparently. He could now smell he was indeed a human, but something still didn't seem right.

As soon as the man stood and turned around to look at Sesshomaru, he immediately could see why; the man's eyes were glowing red.

"Sesshomaru-sama…?" came Rin's frightened question.

"Jaken," the youkai said in his monotone voice, "take Rin and Ai-Un to safety. Hide. I do not want the girl to witness what I am going to do to this ningen."

Jaken nodded and took Rin and Ai-Un to a seemingly safe distance, behind some trees and bushes. All three peeked out at their lord as he drew Tokijin.

"Why have you summoned this Sesshomaru?"

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And that's all for the prologue. Good/bad? Confusing, I'm sure, but I wanted to introduce two VERY important characters...trust me on this one folks :P The story will pick up in later chapters as the glowy red-eyed guy battles with fluffy-meister. Oh damn…I gave away part of Chapter 1: Thule, the Warlock (SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION). Review people!

-M.

Lamnia armis murus: Latin for "sword of barriers." The "armis" is actually the "of" in "to take by force of."