This is the beginning of my second fanfiction. Before anyone comments about it or points an accusing finger yes it does resemble another fanfiction I've read, but it doesn't follow it exactly. After I wrote mine, I read another story and realized my first chapter is a lot like hers, but the rest goes a different tangent and I am not copying. Promise.

Anyway, I hope ya'll like it and all comments are appreciated. Enjoy!

"spoken words"

thoughts

Disclaimer: Rebecca races out of the courtroom, screaming "THEY'RE MINE!" and laughing manically. Officers and lawyers follow closely at her heels.

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Korogarikomu Houkyaku (Unwanted Guest)

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Inuyasha jerked awake, eyes and ears trained on the door in front of him.

"What the hell was that?" he muttered.

The normal sounds of the forest creatures continued on steadily, giving no hint as to what might have stirred him from his slumber. He sat still for a few more minutes, carefully sniffing the air for any signs of danger, yet smelling nothing. Yawning, he settled himself back down on the pallet.

"Inuyasha! Can my handsome hanyou help a lady in distress?"

That was definitely not a dream he assured himself. Now fully awake, he stood up as Miroku stirred from his nearby position of slumber.

"What was that?" The monk asked, his staff jingling as he walked up to the hanyou. "It wouldn't be the others back at this time of the night, right?"

"The voice calling to me was definitely not Sango," the hanyou stated, walking to a window and smelling the air again. The blowing wind along with the heavy showers previous that day dampened most scents, though he could pick up trace amounts of strong perfume.

"Calling you?" Miroku continued with an interested raised eyebrow.

Inuyasha glared at the monk who hid an amused expression, and the men opened the door and moved cautiously over to the forest.

Miroku yelled out, "Who is it? Show yourself." Inuyasha's eyes were alert, hand on his Tetsusaiga, ready as they waited for their nocturnal visitor to show herself.

"You have nothing to fear," the girl said as she stepped out of the undergrowth. "It is me, Balinda." Inuyasha frowned and Miroku grinned; they had met this girl in the previous town they had camped in (thanks the monk). They were currently in a village not far from that same town, unluckily for the hanyou. Inuyasha was less than thrilled to see the girl again because she had taken too much of a liking to him for his taste. Sango and Kagome didn't seem to favor the girl either, but Miroku was quite happy to see such a pretty face again, however, and quickly invited her to their hut. Inuyasha just growled at him.

"What a welcome," the brunette said with a smile. Throwing an arm over each of their shoulders she batted her eyes at the half demon, "I really appreciate your help."

Inuyasha grumbled muttered something under his breath to which the monk glared in response, but quickly turned his friendly face back to the girl. Inuyasha didn't care; this woman was an annoying spoiled brat who had never worked a day in her life as far as he was concerned.

Her strong scent is giving me a headache anyway. However, it was hard for him to hold a grudge against the wounded woman limping between them. Stupid Kagome is rubbing off on me.

Miroku thought she sure lived up to her name. He asked Balinda, "And to what do we owe the pleasure?"

"I was walking in the forest, when a terrible demon attacked me," she explained as her eyes filled with tears. Inuyasha chose to ignore them as they all piled into the main and she continued, "I ran away from the disgusting creature, but fell and twisted my ankle while doing so. I have been searching for help. I happened upon this hut first, hoping someone would offer me assistance in my hour of need. I had no idea it would contain such handsome heroes," she ended, flirtatiously smiling up at the men.

Miroku, smiling at her theatrics, commented "Oh! My poor lady. Let me examine your ankle so that I might be of assistance in-"he was cut off by a hanyou hitting him up side of his head. The monk didn't look at all fazed, however

"Why didn't you go to your own home?" Inuyasha grumbled at her, making sure to keep as much space between them as possible.

A disappointed expression crossed her face. "I was afraid to walk any further; afraid of what might attack me next." She looked expectantly at the hanyou. "Would you mind checking it out; I am so afraid I might have caused permanent damage."

Inuyasha appeared annoyed. "What do I look like, a healer?" he rudely questioned her, silently pleading to Miroku for help.

Balinda wasn't deterred by his outburst, simply smiling up at him. They (they being mostly Miroku) helped her over to a chair and Miroku went outside to get her some water, leaving Inuyasha alone momentarily with the brunette.

That monk is dead…the hanyou thought icily.

Reaching up to run a hand along his haori, she said with a seductive smile, "I have missed you, Inuyasha…"

Inuyasha merely "Humph-ed" in response and sat down on the opposite side of the room, anxiously awaiting Miroku's return.

Balinda smiled a little. Ignore me all you want now Inuyasha, things will change soon enough, she promised him silently. She lifted her skirts, examining her own ankle. She cringed at gasped every few seconds upon her gentle prodding, looking at the man out of the corner of her eye to see if the newly exposed skin was having any effects at all. It wasn't.

Miroku returned holding a pitcher of water. Eyeing the girl's leg, he said "Sorry Balinda. We don't have any glasses on-hand; Kagome carries them and she isn't around at the moment.

Lowering her skirts once more, she answered, "The company more than makes up for the barbarity," running an appreciative glance over the young hanyou's face. I was wondering where that little tramp had run off to. Even better, she definitely cannot ruin my plans now.

"Now I think you owe us an explanation," Inuyasha informed her, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't understand, I already told you why I'm here."

"I don't believe you. What do you want?"

"Just shelter and some help with my ankle," Balinda said innocently.

Not convinced but realizing they weren't going to get anything else out of her tonight, Miroku said, "You can have my matt. I don't mind at all."

"WHAT!" the hanyou yelled, waking a few resident in the nearby building. He didn't trust the flirty girl in the camp, but still didn't' want her violated by the man of Buddha.

"I don't want to put you out; why don't I just stay in Kagome's mat?" Balinda offered simply.

Inuyasha didn't trust the girl in Kagome's bed. The miko had left two Shikon shards in her things at the hut, and no telling what that girl was up to.

Besides, Kagome would kill me if she knew I let that girl stay in her bag

"No no," Inuyasha grumbled after receiving a disapproving look from the monk, "Kagome had…a fever, and we think that the sickness might still be on her things." He never was a really great liar.

"Well then, perhaps I can sleep on your pallet," Balinda said, recovering quickly from the deterrent Inuyasha had put on her plans.

The hanyou started, making Miroku smirk a little. "Uhh…sure. I'll just sleep on the ground tonight," he added quickly, seeing the look in Balinda's eyes. "We'll look at your ankle in the morning, okay?"

Balinda appeared slightly put-out, but quickly beamed at him. "Of course; I hope you won't mind sleeping on the ground on my account."

Miroku frowned. "You can sleep on my pallet, fair lady. There's more than enough room-" Inuyasha silenced him with a "Baka!" and the holy man hung his head in defeat. "Of course; Lady Balinda, allow me to help you to your bed," he offered when it was obvious the hanyou wasn't going to get anywhere near the girl again soon. When he placed an arm around her waist, she leaned into him heavily. The monk just grinned. As Buddha says, 'A noble person is mindful and thankful for the favors he receives from others.'

Inuyasha frowned at the girl's retreating figure, trying to figure out what she was up to.

I'll just make sure to sleep extra light tonight he thought, smirking slightly at the "Hentai!" and slap that resounded from the pair's direction.

Short, but necessary. BTW, Balinda means 'very beautiful' in Japanese. I do that occasionally with names, giving them deeper meanings. Please review; comments are most appreciated.

Rebecca Ashley