Chaos Ringing

Rating: PG-13 for vivid violence and violent language (mostly from me!! And Inuyasha...but mostly me!)

Genre: Humor/Romance, I guess...

Summary: A 14 year-old girl (me!) gets sucked into the Feudal Era and manages to meet her best dream and worst nightmare, a very handsome and powerful demon of her own imaginative creation! While trying to manage NOT to fall in love with him or anyone else in that era and tyring to find a way home (and figure out how she can suddenly speak Japanese...) she causes chaos and turmoil in the hunt for "the funky broken marble" and the fight against "the creepy monkey guy." But things start to get worse as ALL of the demons she thought of while living a normal, if not slightly insane, life start to come to life in the Feudal Era, including her own demonic twin and her faithful sidekick Neko the squirrel demon! ( Yes, I know that the squirrel's name is cat...I happen to have a kitten by that name... P) What will happen? Will she get home? Will I decide to feature an entire chapter devoted to the charactors talking in only questions? Who knows, and who cares? Oh....wait..I care....

A/N: Yes, I'm using myself in the story, but not out of vanity. No, I just couldn't stand the idea of someone else (even a character of my own creation) staking claim to my drawings, all of which are real. Especially Hayaihinode, the love of my life. HE'S MINE, I TELL YOU! As soon as I get use of a scanner, I'll put up a picture on my website. Which I need to put in my profile... . I do, however, have a picture of my ring...

Disclaimer: Ummm...I own me, any unrecognizable characters, and the ring....I do own that....And I don't own Classic Stop, though some days I'd like to...

Chapter One

Okay...the story starts out with my mother presenting me with a sterling silver ring with the Japanese characters for "love, compassion, warmth, and friendship" on it at the Hibachi restaurant we went to for my fourteenth birthday. It wasn't a family heirloom, it wasn't found in the middle of an abandoned battle field, and it apparently held no magical powers. It wasn't even worth a fortune, nor was it one of a kind. She got it out of a jewelry catalouge, for God's sake. But I loved it none the less, and wore it all the time.

One day as I was walking home from a friend's house after a weekend together, I decided to stop into the Classic Stop four blocks from my house to blow the rest of my weekend money on Cherry Coke and Cooler Range Doritos. I was lugging a huge backpack that was filled with four different outfits, my CD player with Evanescence's Fallen CD, my drawing set, four sketch books filled with anime styled drawings of people I use in stories, and my knife set. (Throwing knives is a habit of mine, and I really do have a deadly aim...One time I hit my cousin on the forehead with a thrown hairbrush without even aiming....Yeah, long story...) I set it down in the middle of a bush so that I wouldn't have to take it inside with me, and pushed through the doors and went straight to the east wall and picked up a twelve pack of Cherry Coke and three large bags of Doritos. I walked up to the counter with my armful of snacks and waited for the cashier to get off of the phone. Standing next to me, apparently waiting for someone in the restroom, was a Japanese woman. Setting my stuff down on the counter, I twirled a loose lock of purple hair with my right hand, the hand I wear my ring on and the one facing the woman.

"Oh! What a lovely ring that is!" the woman exclaimed, pulling my attention back to order. Puzzled, I glanced at my hand, at first wondering WHICH ring, my Japanese one is one of four on my right hand, but realization hit me with a pinata stick and I smiled.

"Thanks. It was a birthday present from my mother," I said, swelling with adoration of my ring.

"It looks very special. You should take care of it," the lady said, smiling. Wondering why she thought it was so special, I turned back to the cashier, who was glaring impatiently at me. I paid for my stuff and as I left the woman who had commented on my ring bowed to me, smiling. Still puzzled, I nodded and gathered my bag and dashed across the highway while I had the chance.

Whistling the song "Fish Heads", I didn't notice the hole until I smacked face first into a tree and fell sideways into it. I fell for about a minute, still whistling the song absentmindedly. I landed with a flump on the ground. Not even bothering to look around at where I was I decided to open the twelve pack of soda and dumped the cans into my bag. After falling out of a hay loft when I was eight and nearly drowning in a pool when I was three and falling over numerous times in between, I was used to strange feelings (like not knowing that you're about to die because you're a toddler and you're sitting on the bottom of a seven foot pool) and the sensation of falling (like twentyfive feet out of a hay loft and watching the door getting smaller and smaller and not even being able to hear yourself scream), so it didn't really trouble me too much. I hauled myself to my feet and finally looked around.

Nodding to myself I muttered, "Definately not in Kansas anymore...Wait...nevermind...never was in Kansas...Hmmm...Where could I be? Ooooh...maybe...maybe I'm in the past...Or maybe....I'm at the end of the universe...." I contemplated that idea, and decided that, even though I did have a towel, I hadn't seen the Dish of the Day, so that was impossible. I lifted my bag to my shoulders and decided to follow the first path I found, which happened to follow a clear stream.

I walked for a bit until I found a small, but wide, bridge that crossed low over the stream. I sat down and took off my shoes and socks and rolled up my jeans and put my feet in the water, and then sprawled out over the bridge. Since the bridge was so low, I could feel the bottom of the stream. I sat and enjoyed the stream and dozed off after a while.

I'm not quite sure how long it was that I slept, but I was woken up by a short little green guy with a creepy staff prodding me awake. I blinked and sat upright and raised an eyebrow at the visitors, which, now that I had sat up, consisted of the little green guy, a little girl riding a two-headed lizard horsie thingy, and a tall man with long white hair and a big fluffy scarf thing. Despite the fact that I was an avid fan of anime and manga, it did take me a while to realize just who the people I was staring at were. So, digesting this information, I decided I had either fallen into the middle of an elaborate cosplay convention or I had indeed gone to the past.

"May I ask why I was being poked?" I asked, only slightly caring that if I was in the past, or more specifically, the Feudal Era of Japan, that they most likely wouldn't be able to understand me, since my Japanese is at an extremely small level, though I can ask where the bathroom is... But there was no look of confusion, and the little green guy, better known as Jaken, for those of you who haven't figured that out yet, just glared at me.

"Why were you laying across the middle of the bridge and barring the way of the great Lord Sesshomaru? You're lucky he just didn't kill you and shove your body aside!" I blinked.

"It's not like I take up that much room on the bridge...You could have just walked over me..."

"And inconviniance Lord Sesshomaru more? Impudent wench! I-" But I cut him off.

"You do realize that you're making more of an inconviniance by delaying him by bickering with me?" That seemed to make Jaken mad. He was about to say something, but Sesshomaru stopped him with a sweep with his foot, knocking Jaken into the water.

"Come, Jaken. I want to get there before nightfall." With that, Sesshomaru started to walk off. Blinking at the odd situation that had just happened, I decided to ask a question of "the great Lord Sesshomaru." I suppressed a look of either disgust or hilarity as the thought crossed my mind of what precisely he was the lord of.

"Hey, Sesshomaru! Do you know where I could find your brother?" It was probally risky to ask him, but I figured, what the hell. He couldn't kill me for being curious. Well, technically he could...but I dimissed the thought. He paused and turned around. He looked at me almost thoughtfully, like he was considering coming back and shoving me off of the bridge as well.

"Why do you ask?" he said, gazing at me. I blinked, expecting something a little more, well, demonic. After all, he was the great Lord Sesshomaru. I suppressed a bout of laughter at that. I was never going to be able to watch and/or read anything that has Sesshomaru in it again with a straight face. I shrugged at his question.

"Looking for target practice?" I decided I might as well not get on anyone's bad side here. Didn't really wanna die with only twelve cans of soda to my name. Sesshomaru just looked at me. I glanced at Rin sitting on the lizard horsie thing's back. For the life of me I couldn't remember its name. Rin looked bored. Suddenly I wondered if Sesshomaru would pay me to babysit her, but decided not to press my luck and didn't ask. Jaken, who had been sulking behind Sesshomaru ever since the stream incident, decided to speak up, but, thankfully, not to me.

"Uh, Lord Sesshomaru? Shouldn't we be on our way? You said yourself that you want to get to the spot before nightfall," Jaken said, inching slowly out of kicking range again. Sesshomaru turned his gaze from me, and I heaved a sigh of relief. Without another word, Sesshomaru turned and walked away. Jaken glanced at me, and I waved cheerfully. He then realized that Sesshomaru had left without him, and ran off, yelling for Sesshomaru to wait for him. I sighed and winced as I realized that I had a really bad headache. Which meant I was in pain, thus proving that I wasn't dreaming, which hadn't crossed my mind until that moment.

I sighed and shoved my shoes and socks into my bag then hauled myself to my feet and stretched, and winced as my back cracked. I bent over to pick up my bag and hoisted it onto my shoulders. I sighed and started to walk towards the place where the path forked, intending to go down the path that Sesshomaru had not taken, but I stopped suddenly when I felt a sharp pain shoot up from my left heel throughout my entire leg.

Elsewhere, about a mile away, Sesshomaru, Rin, and Jaken all paused their actions as a resounding "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" scared birds out of the trees nearbye.

So, whaddya think? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Not very long, I know, but it IS my first Inuyasha ficcy....Be kind or be cruel, just review! And if anyone would like to offer things that "the great Lord Sesshomaru" could possibly be the lord of, I would love to hear it. evil grin Oh, and I would like to know if anyone can help me with some Japanese names for my nameless creations. Anyone interested should email me at With the periods in it. I can give you a description of my character and you can think of the name. All credit will be given to you for the names, also. Oh, and the Japanese lady at the beginning comes back. To haunt me, as it happens to be.

Coming next chapter: Inuyasha, Inuyasha getting thwapped, Inuyasha getting things chucked at his forehead, the attempted theft of Kirara, and Miroku being beat at his own demented game. evil grin Oh, and the succeeded theft of Miroku's staff, only cuz I think it's a sexy staff...That sounded wrong on so many levels...twitch

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Oh, and just to let you know, I have no spell checker. So this thing may be filled with errors that my "been up since 9 o'clock am yesterday, and it's 4 o'clock am now" eyes missed. Thought you'd ought to know that in case you were about to flame me on bad grammar and/or spelling.

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