This fan fiction was only written because InuYasha was cancelled in Japan, and now I'll never get to see what happens to Naraku here in the United States. So, I dedicate this violent story of what must be done to preserve my sanity to all angry InuYasha fans, especially my good friend (and fellow clone) Gisela.
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha, but if I did, it would never be cancelled, and this would really happen.
The Angry Mob
A very angry authoress and crazed Inu fan stood in the middle of some meadow or other in feudal Japan, tapping her foot angrily. She was wielding a brick, looking out over the angry mob in front of her. The mob was made up of several thousand of Naraku's screaming anti-fangirls, and the occasional guy, all armed with bricks, pitchforks, dull pencils and torches; a rabid squirrel; and Shippo, armed with a stick.
"If she doesn't get here soon, we're going without her," the angry authoress grumbled.
"Sorry I'm late!" someone called. The authoress looked up to see her good friend Gisela had finally arrived, and was holding a suspiciously familiar-looking sword.
"Is that Tokijin?"
"Yeah. I stole it from Sesshomaru because InuYasha was busy using Tetsusaiga to beat up some angry demon."
"I bet you just wanted to have an excuse to get near Sess," the authoress laughed. "Well, since you're here…." She turned to the mob and shouted, "IT IS TIME!" She was answered by a deafening roar, and the entire mob surged forward.
In no time (partly due to the fact that the authoress has control over this whole story, and partly because the mob was really angry), they had found and cornered a very terrified Naraku. (Every anti-Naraku fangirl's dream!).
The evil demon was swarmed by the mob of angry people, who proceeded to maul him with their bricks, stab him with their pitchforks and dull pencils, hit him with their torches, and give the rabid squirrel plenty of room to viciously attack him. Shippo bounce around, poking Naraku with his stick every time he found an opening. The authoress stood back and laughed coldly. "You only brought this on yourself!" she told Naraku.
When the crowd finally drew back, the demon was a bloody, bashed heap crumpled on the ground, cowering in pure terror. Kagura suddenly flew in on her feather, and dropped a bundle in front of him. "Look what I found," she said, an evil glint in her eyes. It was the infant, Naraku's heart. His eyes widened, and he tried in vain to escape.
"Stand back!" Gisela shouted, and used Tokijin's Dragon Strike to finish off Naraku. He and the infant disintegrated into a pile of ashes, which Kagura swiftly blew away with a gust of wind.
A deafening cheer went up. Everyone was happy, because Naraku was finally dead. His evil was at an end. So, everyone went home to celebrate, with the exception of Gisela, who was off to snag Sesshomaru and make sure Kagura could never have him.
The end!
I know, lame, but it made me feel a little better. Oh, who am I kidding, I've been wanting to maul that evil beast with a brick for months. And I'm sure Gisela is very happy…hehe, please review!