Kururugi girl was not happy the moment. There was a fellow student next to her. The ignorant person had begun talking as soon as the bus started moving. Not only had she been talking nonstop, but her wild gestures were a bit annoying. At the moment, she was listing off other people who had been paired up. The girl even had the nerve to state that she was the only one without a boyfriend. That is when Kururugi girl lost it. How the heck did she know that? And so what if it was true? She opened her mouth, turning to the girl. She sucked in a breath before speaking. "Who the hell are you, and why are you talking to me?" The stranger had the nerve to look offended. She sported an embarrassed flush as she stuttered out a reply.

"How can you say that? We've been friends since elementary!"

"Do you even have a name?"

"You see, this is why you don't have a boyfriend! You're too impudent and selfish, Keiame!"

"I don't see what that has to do with this situation."

Keiame felt the bus slow to a stop. She looked out the window. Just a few more stops and she would be home and away from this delusional lunatic. Friends…? Keiame scoffed a bit. They must have a pretty distance friendship if she didn't know the girl's name. Hell, she was still trying to figure out how the stranger knew her name. Sure they went to the same school and took the same bus home, but that was no excuse. Keiame was starting to feel intense stalker vibes from the girl beside her.

"Hello…! Are you paying attention to me!"

"Now why would I do a thing like that?"

The girl's eyebrows knitted together, obviously infuriated. Yeah—Keiame had a knack for ticking people off. She mentally shrugged her shoulders. It was a habit, really. She could not help herself sometimes. Other times… it was pretty funny. Suddenly, she found herself being pushed forcefully off the bus. The crazy girl had actually used violence against her! "That's what you get for ignoring me! Bleh!" She stuck her tongue out and pulled at the skin under her eye. Keiame watched in horror as the bus doors closed, and then sped off. She gapped in shock, only to start coughing hysterically. The public transportation had been so kind to leave her in a cloud of black, stinky-smelling smoke.

Once her coughing fit had subsided, Keiame stood up. Livid, she raised her middle finger at the departing shuttle. "You penis-loving whore…!" She cried out. "I hope you get gang-banged!" The teen swore under her breath, and then sighed heavily. She was nowhere near her home. On top of that, she didn't have enough money for another ride. "Damn it! I hate running!" Her shout echoed throughout the area, causing spectators to steer clear of her. Despite her hatred of physical activity, Keiame began jogging to her home.

What would have taken about five minutes to reach home on the bus, took nearly forty-five minutes on foot. Keiame panted heavily, nearly out of it by now. She was going to make sure that crazy girl was paid in full for making Keiame exert herself. The teen wiped the sweat from her forehead as she rested against a pillar. That is when she noticed the abundance of people moving around. She raised a brow. "Oh crap…" she murmured. The people were wearing kimonos. The festival was today! "Dad's gonna kill me!" Her groan caused heads to turn in curiosity. However, Keiame ignored them and continued on. Her father was going to freak if he caught her still in her uniform. Perhaps if she darted around, humming James Bond theme music, then her father would not catch her.

"Keiame…!"

"Shit!"

Her shoulders hunched, hearing the familiar stern tone of her father. She slowly turned toward the man. He was already in his traditional kimono. She grinned nervously, anticipating a bop on the head. "Where have you been this whole time!" Contrary to his irritated scowl, Keiame knew that he only worried. He was quite the doting parent. If anything happened to her, she wouldn't be surprised to hear he went to jail for murder. He was ultimately the reason she was so spoiled. Her mother was the same… with the added bonus of sarcastic humor. Keiame decided that her mother was the real reason people avoided her. Friends—who needs them?

"Some crazy stalker pushed me off the bus, so I had to run here."

"Stalker?" Her father was reaching for his concealed—fake—dagger.

"Ah, anyway, I'm gonna go change now!" Keiame turned to her, but her father called out to her. He wanted her to fetch some supplies for the festival that he forgot to bring out. "What? You want me to go into the dark tool shed?" He calmly corrected her. "Oh, my bad, I totally meant the storage house." Her father ignored her voice, which was dripping in sarcasm. He then commanded that she do as told. Huffing, Keiame walked on. "Isn't this just awesome…"

Her grumbles continued as she opened the door to the storage house. As she thought, it was pretty dark. Luckily, the setting sun did aid her in seeing what was in front of her. "I should've brought a flashlight… and if a friggin spider gets on me..." Keiame set her bag near the door before continuing onward. The floor creaked underneath her as she moved. "How old is this bit—aahh!" Her foot unceremoniously went through the floor. Hacking the dust from her lungs, Keiame put her weight on the surrounding wood. "Well, isn't this just my perfect da—aaaaahhhhhhh!" The wood broke again, causing her to fall completely through. Her eyes widen in bemusement. All around her were sparkles. The world around her had become of void of blue, purple, and black. "Okay, that is the last time I try pot!"

Her shout was lost to her ears as she fell through the abyss.

0~0

Keiame slowly opened her eyes. The sun unyielding rays blinded her for a moment. She blinked several times before sitting up. "What the hell?" Her eyes moved to and fro, trying to figure out where she was. "Am I in a forest? What happened to the tool shed?" The teen stood up. It didn't take a genius to figure out she was far from home. Her brow twitched in annoyance. "I'm tripping balls, aren't I? That leader of the biker gang was cool, but I think she laced the stuff with something else…" Never mind the fact that Keiame tried the stuff for the first time days ago. Her musings only stopped her from freaking out. Really, her mind was blown. The chirping of birds wasn't helping either.

She turned her head left and right. She appeared to be on some type of path. Keiame shrugged, deciding to go left. Going left was always good. She was, in fact, left-handed. The teen walked on. The path stretched farther than what she could see. "This is a bit weird," she mumbled. "There aren't places like this in Japan anymore—at least, not where I live." Keiame dug around in her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. "Of course there are no bars… Stupid phone company…" She slipped the phone back in her pocket. Groaning, the girl continued to walk.

"As if I hadn't just finished running a marathon..." Keiame stopped and perked up. Ahead of her were people. They were all dressed in kimonos. She blinked in surprised. Obviously they were people from the festival, but seriously… did they have to go all out? "Top-knots—how cute…" Keiame suppressed her sarcasm. For the moment, she needed to find out where she was. Being rude would not help in this situation. "Excuse me," she said, walking forward. The three turned to her. The pair was a middle-aged man and woman. The other was a relatively old man. Keiame completely ignored their stunned expressions. "Could you tell me where the nearest station is?" Suddenly, there were angry—really angry. They kept calling her an 'it,' and shouting something about a daughter. "Hey, I may be mean sometimes, but calling me an it—that's rude, ya know!" She then noticed the pitchfork in the man's hand. The older man carried a hoe. "What the hell? Since when do old guys carry stuff like that? You know that's illegal, right?" The three loomed closer, stilling spouting something about demon and daughter. What annoyed Keiame the most was that they continued to repeat their sentences as if she didn't catch it the first time. "Get a dictionary, you psychos!"

Keiame took off running. There was no way she was going to stick around crazy people if she didn't have to. Once they were out of sight, she slowed, coming to a stop in a bed of flowers. She placed a hand over her racing heart, panting out a string of curses. "Really?" she wheezed out. "I didn't know crazy people traveled in packs!" She sank to her knees, resisting the urge to completely collapse. "Why does crazy shit have to happen to me now? It couldn't wait till I am old enough to drink, so I can drink it away and pretend it's just the booze, now, could it?" Keiame huffed again. Finally, her breathing was under control. "Where am I? How the heck did I get here?" She grinned nervously. "Dad's gonna have a heart attack because of me… his friggin fault, though."

She flinched a bit, hearing something. It sounded like laughter. Keiame whirled around only to a… thing. She deadpanned at the sight. A one-eyed, blue… thing stood next to a tree. Its mouth opened to reveal fangs. "Yup… The last time I accept something from a leader of a biker gang." Keiame stood up, eyeing the leopard printed loincloth the creature wore. "Your choice in cosplay is weird. Normal otaku usually choose human looking demons. I applaud you for going above and beyond. I must be near a convention or something, so could you point me to civilization?"

"I thought I smelled something—it's a human!"

"Right…" The situation just got more awkward. This otaku was a bit on the extreme side. "Yes, I am human. Now, please direct me to a pay phone."

"I was just getting hungry! This is so convenient."

"Okay, buddy, tone it down for a minute! I need to get home!" The cosplayer only stepped closer. His hand—or rather, claws made grabby gestures. "I'm getting pissed, ya know. I get mean when I'm pissed." Keiame unconsciously took a step back.

"You think you can run away?" The otaku laughed heartily. He suddenly appeared right in front of her. Keiame's eyes expanded. The little bugger was fast. "I'm going to eat yo—arugh!" Tired of the guy's shenanigans, the teen girl had lifted her leg, kicking him in the crotch. He fell to the ground, holding his family jewels. He groaned in pain, but Keiame didn't feel the least bit sympathetic.

"Would you stop playing around now? I said I've got to go home, stupid!" She placed her hands on her hips as she spoke. She glared down at the damn otaku as he practically wilted on the ground. "Oh, get over yourself! I didn't even kick you that hard!" He stood up and attacked her! His hands were on her throat. It was quickly getting harder to breathe. Keiame gasped hysterically, real fear coming to eyes. "I'm really gonna die because of an otaku? No! People will laugh at my funeral!" Keiame screamed out. Suddenly, her esophagus wasn't being crushed. Surprised and confused, she opened her eyes. The otaku was no longer there. She hesitantly looked around.

There wasn't a trace of him anywhere. And what was up with that strange feeling that came over her? Keiame shrugged. At least that crazy otaku was gone. Normal people were annoying, but she would literally beg to see one at the moment. "Hey, are you okay now?" An unfamiliar voice made the girl turn. She deadpanned again. Apparently, begging didn't work. Another otaku stood before her. This one was donned in red. His hakama were puffy. And the ears on top of his head looked more real than anything she had ever seen. His wig was silver, and his contacts were golden. Keiame didn't even realize they made contacts like that.

"And who are you supposed to be…? A cat thing?"

"Cat? I'll have you know that I am a dog demon!"

"Oooh, I'm so sorry for getting that wrong," Keiame bit out. "Cat, dog—same thing." She rolled her eyes. This was an extreme otaku, too.

"Hey, wait!" He must have noticed her slowly backing away. Well, what did he expect? Everyone knew that there should be no quick movements when the situation concerns crazy folk. "What are you scared of? I'm not going to eat you. But never mind that—you were great! You defeated that demon with that shining light! What kinda technique was it?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Keiame asked. "What light? That crazy otaku was trying to kill me! If you're talking about light, it must've been the police. That dick got scared and ran off."

"What the hell are you talking about?" He blinked. "Hey—your clothes look like Kagome's clothes."

"I don't know what this Kagome character is, but it sounds needy… and pathetic." The otaku ignored her opinion. Talk about rude…

"You came from the present, didn't you?"

"Actually, I came from my mother's loins, but sure—why not?" came her sarcastic reply. The otaku looked a bit aggravated. He kept on repeating 'the present, the present!' "Look, dude, Christmas is still months away! And anyway, what do I look like giving someone a present that I don't even know!"

The otaku sighed, clearly fed up. "Just follow me. Kagome will explain it better than me," he said. He began to walk away. Keiame released her own sigh. Maybe this Kagome friend of his didn't take whatever anime they're cosplaying to the extreme like he did. Rolling her eyes, she followed after the red-clad 'demon.' "Kaede's village is just ahead. Come on now." Oh great, they named their hotel. How lovely… Keiame stopped herself rolling her eyes again.

She followed the otaku, which still hadn't given his name yet, for ten minutes straight. Where the hell was the hotel? And how come the sun hasn't set yet? Keiame could have sworn she came home to a setting sun. "Maybe it's been a day already? There goes my perfect attendance…" Keiame had to snicker at the thought. The otaku suddenly stopped. She could actually hear him sniffing around. The girl blanched. He was really taking this dog demon too far. Perhaps she should have brought some Scooby Snacks.

"There's a strange smell up ahead. I think that demon's buddies are around." He sniffed again and lowered into a stance.

"Great, there are more of you freaks to deal with," Keiame rolled her eyes again.

"The smell is coming from that purple light," he said. The girl narrowed her eyes. In the distance, there was something purple.

"I'd say it looks more like the smoke monster from LOST, but great job guessing!" The otaku glared her way. Finally, he had picked up on her sarcasm. "But what do you expect me to do? Go charging into his buddies with fierce determination?"

"Of course! We're going after them!" It was apparent that he did not pick up on her sarcasm. Keiame sighed heavily. "It should be easy if you use the red light again."

"Those were police sirens, you nitwit!"

"What'd you say?" the otaku exclaimed. He then turned away. "Here they come!" He took out his… sword. Definitely the biggest sword she had seen an otaku possess. It didn't even bend! Keiame stood beside the otaku to catch a glimpse of 'they.' The smoke monster was coming closer. However…

"They're not coming very quickly." Keiame produced a flat look. The otaku suddenly went charging in, sword raised high above his head. The girl sighed again before following him into the purple smoke.

As expected, the otaku attacked first, swinging his plastic sword at the wolf. The poor thing whimpered, but then got back up. Keiame's eyes grew wide. Animal cruelty much, she thought. But then that wolf attacked her, biting into her flesh. "OW!" She ran forward, swinging her leg. Her foot collided with the wolf's nose. "That hurt, you four-legged creep! Attack him, not me!" The rapid wolf snarled, causing Keiame to back up in fright. Luckily, the otaku came to her rescue. The creature howled in pain at being cut… and then it vanish. That's right, vanished into thin air. Keiame's eye twitched. "Did… You know what? Never mind—I'm obviously stoned right now." Pink elephants were definitely on the way.

"Maybe in ten years you'll have a better chance at beating me!" the otaku laughed as he crossed his arms. Keiame deadpanned as she stared at the arrogant demon. He was acting as if he was a god, or something. Honestly, all he did was beat an animal. That haughty act was not needed. Perhaps that was the character for whatever anime he was cosplaying. Keiame rolled her eyes.

"Way to toot your own horn, retard."

He glared at her again. "Keep talking like that and I won't let Kaede heal that nasty injury of yours." Keiame had to stop her eye from twitching. The pain was bearable, but it was bleeding rather badly. She would keep her comments to herself… for now. "Anyway, why didn't you use that last move again?"

"What move?"

"The one with the light! You know what I'm talking about—the one you used against that other demon!"

"Even if I did know what you were talking about, I don't know how to do it. Besides, death by light is kinda lame…"

"You're the one who's lame." Keiame smacked his throat. "OW! What was that for?" The girl slowly put down her hand, watching the otaku cough.

"This is why I hate freaks. They always think they're the ones who're cool."

"You're the one who doesn't know how to attack properly!"

"Eat dirt, asswipe!"

"It appears that move came from her subconscious. She was so afraid to die that he did it unconsciously." A voice came and explained little to nothing about the situation. The otaku must have saw Keiame's alarmed face, so he quickly answered the unasked question.

"That's just Myoga."

"Is he a demon, too?" Of course her voice dripped with sarcasm. The otaku was dense enough not to realize it. He stiffly nodded his head.

"Yes, I am Inuyasha's personal bodyguard. My name is Myoga."

Keiame stepped closer to the otaku, squinting her eyes. On his shoulder was a very small thing. It appeared to be a…flea. That's right, the mutt had fleas—how bloody original. "I really am tripping balls…" Her eye twitched again as the flea thing bowed.

"How can you say you're my bodyguard when you run away at the tiniest signs of danger?"

"Never mind that! I can still sense demon's around us. This boy's power has not yet been awakened. We have to be careful."

"Did he just call me a boy?" Again, her eye twitched. The otaku, Inuyasha, didn't seem to notice or care.

"You're right. I can still smell the demons, too."

"Sure you can, dog boy."

"I'm really going to enjoy watching you in pain over that injury if it gets infected."

"I'll be good…"