Hey there everybody! I'm sorry that I'm a day late in posting, but I'll try to upload the next chapter a day early to help make up for it. ;) This is the first chapter in relatively modern times, and Inuyasha finally makes his debut! There are also a few other characters who show up, but I'll just let y'all see and guess who they are. There is some swearing in here, but hopefully the rating gave it away. I really hope that you enjoy this chapter as much as I did writing it. :)

-Savvy

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or The Mummy. If I did, I never would've made a fourth mummy movie without Raechel Weiz. You dorks! How could you even try to continue the series without the leading lady? Douchebags...

Chapter 3

"Sand and Blood"

Hamunaptra 1918

Shouts in French rang out in the dry desert air. The tension and fear that always filled the air before battle permeated the atmosphere.

Inuyasha thrived on it.

The thick scents of sweat and gun oil stirred quickness in his blood. A smirk lingered in the corners of his lips as he polished his rifle. The smirk morphed into a look of irritation as he took a hand and smacked the back of his neck. Pulling away, he looked at the source of his annoyance in his hand; a fat, ancient flea.

"Master Inuyasha!" the flea squeaked, "This is no place to waste any time!"

"Feh. Don't you think I know that, Myouga?" he scoffed, taking his position behind a crumbling brick wall alongside a few dozen humans. The force of legionnaires was modest, especially now, when facing a few hundred tuaregs charging in on horseback.

The thundering of the horses' hooves rose along with the ululating cries of their riders. Their guns and scimitars gleamed viciously in the desert sun.

They made quite the intimidating sight, especially to the rather green French legionnaires.

Myouga hopped up and down on Inuyasha's shoulder. "Good news, Master," he said, whiskers quivering in near-panic. "The commanding officer ran off, so it looks like you've just gotten a promotion."

Inuyasha sighed and swore under his breath. He gulped and loosened the button up collar of his tan uniform, before calling out his orders to the men.

"Prenez von positions!"

The men, some hardly more than boys, held their rifles steady from their places behind the walls and monuments of Hamunaptra. Sweat rolled down their skin in beads and almost every hand trembled in fright. The galloping riders drew closer.

"Steady!" Inuyasha commanded, "Steady!"

He looked down at the flea on his shoulder. "You're with me on this one, right?"

Myouga chuckled, or at least tried to. It ended up coming out like a desperate whine. Then, naturally, he scampered off, as only a flea can, crying "Every parasite for himself!"

The silver-haired hanyou rolled his eyes, unsurprised in the highest degree.

"Ready!" he called.

Other horse noises could be heard now. Rapid panting. Nickering.

"Aim!"

Even the humans now could see the rotting teeth and leathery skin of the charging horsemen.

"Fire!"

Shots pop-popped in the heat of the air, like bones cracking in a fire. Some of the riders fell, but it was far too few to make any difference. They were upon the legionnaires far too quickly. The riders' swords rang in the air before hacking away at the hopeless young men, most of them gone before they could even get in a second shot.

Not Inuyasha of course.

"Woah!"

A mounted rider jumped over his section of the wall, practically right over his head. He snarled, and smacked the butt of his rifle across the nearest rider's torso, knocking clean off of his horse. He abandoned the rifle and instead pulled a pair of revolvers from holsters in his jacket. Holding one securely in each hand, he began to back his way through the ruins, picking off the savage horsemen as they came.

POP!

P-POP!

POP-POP!

POP!

Click

Clicky-click

"Oh, shit!"

The riders were approaching on all sides. Inuyasha had no time. He threw the revolvers to the ground and ran deeper into the bowels of the city. His fighting nature balked at it, but his self-preservation weighed greater than his pride. True, a hanyou could run faster than a horse, but there was only one of him. All around there was nothing but brown stone walls. He turned, his silver ponytail whipping behind him. The exit was blocked by nearly a dozen riders, all held guns, all trained on him.

Inuyasha growled lowly in his chest, backing up slowly until he felt himself hit a surprisingly cold wall. The cl-click of guns being cocked reached his twitching ears.

He braced himself. Bullets wouldn't kill him… probably… but they'd still hurt like nothing else.

Then, suddenly, the horses on which his pursuers were perched whinnied loudly and began to buck and rear. The men yelled at the creatures, trying to bring them back under control. However, not they could stop them from bolting madly away from this place.

Inuyasha slowly relaxed, confusion evident in his eyes. He looked around, but no one was there. A triangular ear twitched as the wind blew through, sounding almost like the whispers of the damned. He stared up, almost entranced, at the crumbling statue of a man with the head of a jackal.

The hairs on the back of his neck began to rise. A savage snarl began building in his chest.

Something about this place was wrong, so very wrong.

The sand flew up wildly in his face, and Inuyasha scrambled off, sputtering sand and senses on high alert. He ran. For reasons unknown even to him, he was suddenly desperate to leave this place far behind.

High above the city, on an overlooking cliff, figures dressed entirely in black observed all in silence.

One, a rather young man, barely more than a boy, sighed in relief.

"It looks like that monster still rests undisturbed, for now."

The other nodded slowly, pensively.

"What about that one?" the youth asked, motioning to the hanyou fleeing the ruined city.

"Leave him be," his companion replied, now revealed to be a young woman. "The desert will take care of him for us."

a/n: There it was! Hope you liked it! Can you tell who the mysterious figures in black are? Review and I will love you forevah! 8D