1Stricken
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, and probably never will own any Inuyasha character's. What I do own, however, are the stories that I weave them into.
Inuyasha sighed, watching Kagome hop down the damnable well for the fifth time that day, a strange little smirk playing on the ends of his mouth as he did so.
Kagome had insisted that, if she had to move all the way to the sengoku jidai, then Inuyasha could deal with having her stuff in the hut they had built close to the well. Because of her assumption, there were boxes littered to and fro in their little hanue made, miko blessed hut.
Where the hell where they supposed to fit all of that junk, anyways?
If there was one thing his little miko was good at, it was over looking the obvious. Which, in this case, was lack of space.
It had been two years since Kagome was allowed back between times, the well having done all it's dirty work, and Kagome and Inuyasha had finally declared their love for each other. Miroku and Sango had settled down and had kids; a handsome, and slightly lecherous, a trait he had no doubt taken from his father, one year old boy named Shizuka, and a beautiful baby girl named Ayaka. Shippou was bigger, about two feet bigger, but still opted to live in his mother's home.
Which was why he was now working diligently to help bring the boxes from outside the hut, inside.
"You've got a nice little family there, don't ya?"
Turning on his heel, Inuyasha crouched low, his hand on the hilt of Tetsuiga, and growled. "Who are you?"
The woman sighed. "I knew this would happen. I told Raven so too, but she just didn't believe me." Taking a step forward, she bowed low and deep, "Inuyasha-san, I am Jaykue Uzumaki-Uchiha. Brother of Naruto Uzumaki, wife of Sasuke Uchiha. You do not remember me, but I was, once upon a time, the woman who brought you back here."
Inuyasha staired at her, Jaykue, for a long moment, trying to decide what to do with her strange names and speak.. She wore a deep purple, nearly black thigh length skirt, slit on the side up to her hip to reveal black leggings and a little pouch strapped to her right thigh. Her tube top cut off just below the breast, a fishnet shirt underneath. The arms of the fishnet were strange. On her right arm, it hung low over her shoulder and cut off at her elbow. She wore a fishnet glove on that hand. On the left arm, it went strait to her wrist. Her blackish blue hair seemed to complete the outfit, but it was a sharp contrast to her tanned skin and bright green eyes. A large weapon was strapped to her back, much larger than Inuyasha would have guessed a human, and she was a human, he could smell it, could have carried.
Both sides of the weapon contained large blades, one curved to a point in a half circle, looking deadly in it's own. The other, went out strait, looking almost like his own fanged Katana.
"What do you want?" He growled at her again.
She rolled her eyes. "Is it to much to ask that I get to see my dear friend again? Geese." She crouched down to fix her knee length black heeled boots. " I mean, I don't see you for three years, and when I finally have time to visit, it seems you can't recall who I am."
"I don't know you." Inuyasha unsheathed Tetsuiga.
Jaykue seemed to look at him in exasperation. "Your kidding, right? Hadn't we already gotten past this point?" She took out the giant weapon behind her none the less, holding the gripped handle that was the middle of it. Shrugging, she grinned at him. "If fighting's gonna get ya to remember, let's do it!" Spinning in a full circle, keeping the thing above her head, suddenly she was crouched yards before him, holding the inside of the curved blade against his knee, frowning.
Standing up again, she pouted, sticking the strait blade of the sword in the dirt beside her. It stood strait, even after she let go and crossed her arms. "Your not fighting, Inuyasha. Come on. You make a would be threat by unsheathing Tetsuiga, and then you don't even fight?"
Inuyasha growled, holding Tetsuiga in front of him, it's blade pointing to her. What was the deal with this chick? He wondered.
And then she was gone, her large weapon left where it was as she raced to the well. The well! Inuyasha turned sharply only to see the girl hugging Kagome, the box she had carried dropped to the ground carelessly as she returned the hug.
Inuyasha scratched his head. The fuck? Pulling apart, the strange woman held Kagome at arms length, looking at her fondly, like a sister almost.
"Kagome-no-niisan. Oh, how I've missed you!"
Kagome giggled, a low blush rising over her cheeks. "I've missed you too, Jaykue-sama!"
Grinning, Jaykue dropped her shoulder's and retrieved the fallen box. "Oh, no, none of that. No need to be so formal with a friend."
Kagome grinned as they began walking toward the hut, Inuyasha left in the dust.
What the fuck was going on here?
