Hello and welcome to my first posted fic. I'm glad I had a chance to finallydo something with this crazy idea, because I think it has a lot of potential. If at any time things get a little confusing - especially concerning Deadpool - I'll try to explain stuff at the end of chapters for those unfamiliar with the merc with the mouth. Anyway, thanks for reading; hope you enjoy it as much as I have writhing it so far...

Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha or Deadpool, respectively!

Somewhere in the Tennessee Hills…

The Mercenary known as Deadpool glanced up at the hand stenciled wooden sign announcing the sprawling white washed sheds hedged in by overgrown kudzu and shrubs as Goshie Ashram, and then back down at the heavily creased business card with the same name scrawled on the back, then up again. Yep, this was the place. Deadpool was sure he could hear a banjo twanging somewhere in the distance.

Doing a double take of his surroundings – the merc felt as if he'd just stepped into a scene from Deliverance – he ascertained that there were no hillbillies waiting in ambush to make him 'squeal like a piggy'. With a shudder, he double checked his image inducer (he looked unmistakably like Ronnie VanZant) and headed through the bricked entryway.

The contract had been hazy at best: he'd been informed that he was to locate and attain some ancient relic and deliver it to a designated destination. Deadpool had the feeling however, that everything wouldn't go as peachy-keen as all that. Something about the whole state of affairs definitely stunk – and it wasn't just the chicken manure fertilizing the vegetable gardens.

He wondered, yet again, what had possessed him to take this assignment – certainly not the great pay. Apparently he still clung to some pipe dream that Terry would give him another chance if he made good on his commitment of 'no killing for a living' and only took jobs where casualties could be kept to a minimum. He wasn't sure how well this whole 'sanity' persona suited him, but he was willing to try anything for his 'Irish Rose'.

His resolve set, Wade Wilson entered the compound's main office.

Tokyo Japan: Higurashi residence…

Kagome dabbed her new perfume on her wrist and rubbed them together, spreading the scent to her neck and arms as well. She had to be careful not to use too much or else Inuyasha would grumble about it – his nose was so sensitive! Besides, she wanted everything to go perfectly for her and the half-demon's first official date.

Actually, Kagome had thought long and hard about the prospect before introducing it to the aforementioned. Heaven knew that whenever she and her silver- haired love interest spent too much time together in the present – unwanted adventures tended to unfold like the plot of a horrible thriller movie before them. Kagome's time period was supposed to be a refuge from all the rollicking she did in the feudal era; here, all she had to worry about was the next test around the corner or her friends' latest scheme to set her up with Hojo, and that's how she liked to keep it. The last thing she wanted to do was lose that security by introducing the demon malarkey that clung to her like a lingering flu onto the unsuspecting modern day – not to mention her rustic hanyou's tendency toward social faux pas in general. Regardless, she had enough faith in Inuyasha to feel relatively secure about her decision.

And so Kagome had casually approached the subject with the dog-eared boy one day while he was engrossed in a cup of beef ramen. Ever at his most congenial around food, his response was brief but affirmative (actually a 'yeah sure' between noodle inhalation) and the girl had been content.

Now making a few minor adjustments to her hair and skirt in front of the mirror, Kagome then trotted down to the bone-eater's well to wait for her date to arrive.

Fifteen minutes later, the girl fiddled nervously with her bracelet and frowned down into the well. Surely he didn't forget about their date tonight; she knew he'd heard her ask because she'd reminded him once again about it before she'd returned to her own time.

'I wish he'd hurry up already; doesn't he realize I have a curfew?'

"Hel-looooooo," she called into the hole anxiously. –Sigh-

She turned and dangled her feet over the stone ledge uncertainly. She was about to leap down the well herself and go looking for him, which she really hated to do because it would mean getting dirt all over her nice outfit, when one shoe slipped off her foot. Kagome listened to it hit with a muffled bop. What surprised and relieved her was the outraged 'hey!' that followed.

"Inuyasha?"

"Who else would it be," barked said demon as he suddenly took the ledge beside her in one leap.

She smiled apologetically at him as she took the shoe back and replaced it on her foot.

"So are you ready to go," she asked.

"Exactly where are we going, anyway?"

"On our date, of course," Kagome reminded him with a blush.

"I guess so; what is a date?"

Deflating slightly, she sighed once again as she led him by the hand and out of the well house, "never mind, just come on."

And that concludes the first chapter; don't worry, it won't take too long for the story to merge. By the way, if anyone was wondering "Terry" refers to Therissa Cassidy AKA Syrin, who Wade has an infatuation with in the comic books. Other things will make more sense as the story continues. M'kay, I'll try to update within a week - thanks again for any review!