Title: Another TK Crossover
Author: Tsubasa Kya
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership to anything in regards to "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", or to anything in regards to "Inuyasha".


Chapter 4
Vending Machines and Arguments

"Whoa," Buffy exclaimed.

"Amazing!" Xander echoed.

"Incredible!" Willow breathed.

Giles couldn't have refrained from rolling his eyes if he wanted to. "As I am so certain you lot have never seen an airport terminal before," he remarked dryly before wandering off to find the baggage claims. At least he didn't have to suffer the thirteen hour flight with them around. His acquaintance had purchased his flight tickets and booked him first class travel arrangements. The Scooby gang had been back in the cheap seats.

Not that tickets to Tokyo were cheap, mind. He really wanted to know how they got the money for the trip—times three, obviously, since all three had come. Really he was surprised they would come. Willow had left her friend-who-was-becoming-really-close-and-may-be-gay-named-Tara behind and Buffy had her buff boyfriend who had also stayed behind…whoever he was. Roly? Ripley? Something like that. Giles would have thought the three young adults had something more important to do with their lives…

Like protecting Sunnydale from the Hell Mouth? Now there was a novel idea. Too bad it never occurred to them.

He sighed as they followed him like excitable puppies. Giles really didn't want them there with him. There was a very good reason Giles had tried to keep them from coming. They wouldn't have even known he was leaving until after he was gone if they hadn't shown up at his house like a bunch of curious and demented teenagers.

"Ooh," Xander pointed toward a vending machine like a monkey—oh couldn't Giles just knock them out with chloroform and send them back home?—and demanded, "Japanese vending machines! Giles, we have to go. Does anyone here speak Japanese?"

"Why do you need a translator?" Willow asked, also glancing at said vending machine. Giles simply walked right past it. Don't ask, don't tell was his new motto. If he pretended they weren't there, he wouldn't have to know it was true except on a very subconscious level.

"I need someone to tell me how many quarters to put in the machine." And yet, Xander somehow managed to stick with the group. Gosh darn it, and for a second Giles thought the boy might go off and get himself lost. Apparently Giles' luck wasn't that good.

"What I want to do," Buffy said cheerfully, "is have a nice sit down meal. Preferably steak."

"I hear there's a lot of sushi restaurants in Japan," Willow nodded knowledgeably.

Oh, how Giles would never have known there were sushi restaurants in Japan, the small island country surrounded in water… Normally Giles wasn't so mentally cruel (he had yet to lash out at them at least) but he was annoyed. He should've lied and said he was going to the Bahamas.

Actually, maybe it wasn't too late to send them off… He could still pull it off with a fake phone call and… oh bugger, he tuned the three out as they began arguing over what sight-seeing places they should hit first. And for a minute he had believed they actually came to help with the situation at hand.

After all, it wasn't every day a young girl switched bodies with a demon…or, souls, more accurately. Giles had brought everything he could think of that would help him. Okay, that was also incorrect. He had brought a suitcase with clothes and a trunk with a bunch of weapons.

The rest was coming by sea. It was safe to say that Giles had made something of a friend while Buffy and Willow were off at school…and Xander was busy trying to keep a job at the DoubleMeat Palace…

The baggage terminal seemed to materialize out of nowhere, even if it really had been there all along. Giles really needed to pay attention. As late at night as it was, and as old as Giles felt he was getting, his concentration levels were sort of going down the drain. They got their bags and Giles got a trolley that he could use (letting the teens struggle of course, as he had no intentions to help them after their really annoying stunt of 'let's hop a plane because Giles is doing it').

Of course, the annoying buggers loaded their stuff on the trolley anyway. Giles was already beginning to regret his decision to come to Japan. He walked toward the exit and Buffy pushed the trolley. She was still arguing about whatever it was she and the others had chosen to argue about…

Not long after that, they were standing outside in the chilly Tokyo night air in front of the airport.

"Uh, Giles?" Xander asked.

"Right, right," Giles said, not really paying attention to the boy. He was listing possible reasons why the girl and the demon could have switched souls in his head. It could have been a spell gone wrong, he supposed. Or it was possible that in the midst of trying to eat the girl, the girl tapped a subconscious power that switched them… of course that could be considered a spell-gone-wrong scenario.

"Giles!" the three yelled in unison.

He was startled and stared blankly at each one of them. "Yes?"

"We're just standing here, Giles," Buffy said, tapping her foot. "What are we waiting for? The apocalypse?" Well, in a manner of speaking… Possibly.

"Oh, right, right. There will be someone coming to retrieve us shortly, I believe." He checked his watch and reminded himself he needed to adjust it for the new time-zone. Glancing around him, he saw a clock on the wall through the glass doors of the airport. "Won't be long now."

Within minutes, a pleasant looking woman wearing a heavy coat and a house-wife's apron was walking toward them. She had a warm smile on her face. She always had a warm smile on her face. He remembered that most about her. She pulled the heavy coat tighter around her thin form and her heels echoed on the pavement. People moved out of her way as she walked, giving her the obvious respect due to her, though he knew those ordinary folks probably didn't even know why they did it.

She stopped in front of him and held out her arms for a comfortable embrace. "Giles," she smiled. "It's been too long." The woman, obviously Japanese, spoke fluent English. "It is good to see you again, love."

Giles embraced her in return. It would be very hard not to without making the moment more awkward than it was already. "Ai, I am pleased to see you are in tip-top health." The teens behind him were making flapping noises with their lips, trying to figure out who the woman was. Giles held the woman at arms length to look at her.

"And you," Ai said, chuckling. She turned to look at the teens, once more pulling her coat about her form. "And you must be Buffy, Willow, and Xander." Ai laughed at their surprise. "I hope I don't surprise you too much. I'm a witch with a nasty habit of sticking my nose into my ex-husband's business, aren't I, love?" Giles would've groaned if it were possible to do so loud enough to cause the earth to swallow him. She just had to come out and break the news right away, didn't she?

"Yes, you are." Giles admitted. He turned to the three teens. "Well, now you know. Buffy, Willow, Xander…this is my wife Ai Higurashi."

"Ex-wife," Ai corrected. She smiled at the three teens. "We had a mutual parting. He thought I was getting too reckless with magic."

Willow nodded solemnly. "Yeah," she said, "that's our Giles alright. 'You must take care,' he always says. So… So what kind of spells can you do? I can do locating spells, sort of. Well, I'm not that good at it yet, but I'm working on it."

Ai chuckled. "Not good at it, you say? Well, dear girl, we'll just have to remedy that, won't we?"

Giles protested, "Ai, do you really think that's a smart idea?"

Ai's lips quirked wryly at her ex-husband, "If it wasn't, would you have brought the dear along?"

Before Giles could protest having brought Willow, Buffy piped up, "Yeah! You wouldn't have brought us, Giles! See? We're learning already! Now all we need is for Xander to get a job at some sushi restaurant and it'd be almost like we were still at home!"

xXx

"GET YOUR SHIT THE HELL OFF OF MY COUCH YOU DAMN FUCKING RAT ASS BASTARD!" Kagome screamed. Normally she wasn't one for swearing a whole lot, but she'd been through a great deal in the past few days and so she was allowed a swear or two, right?

Needless to say, she had gotten in her earnings, and then some, but who was counting?

Well, for one, Oz was. Ever since he'd found out the 'big secret' his aunt's family was hiding—though it took a few days for the whole story to tell the story, plus a few more days just to make it make sense—he'd been watching the spectacle known as his cousin Kagome and the demon.

Currently his time-traveling, well-hopping cousin Kagome… okay, that wasn't accurate…

His cousin's body with the soul of a potentially violent and evil demon lord had thrown some bags of clothes onto the couch of the living room after having dragged the body of the demon lord (that currently contained the soul of his newly foul-mouthed cousin) to the shopping mall.

Five hundred years in the body of a woman had apparently turned the demon into something of a fashion devotee, while barely a couple of weeks had passed since Kagome got her new body and…well…

The demon Sesshoumaru wasn't too pleased that Kagome was making Sesshoumaru's body out to be a skanky cross dressing transvestite wanna-be.

In a mildly vague attempt at normalcy in her life, Kagome had decided it would be best if she just wore the same clothes she wore before she suffered that miraculous super-body-switch-with-evil-drop-dead-sexy-demon. So her outfit currently consisted of a hot pink mini-skirt and a white tank top.

And while Sesshoumaru wasn't happy with Kagome's clothing choice, the once proud demon prince was even less than pleased with what Kagome had done to his head. The deep blue colored left eye on Kagome's body was constantly twitching every time he looked at himself.

"YOU DARE YELL AT THIS SESSHOUMARU?" Sesshoumaru yelled back at her in a distinctly feminine and far less impressive voice.

Kagome went to poke at his chest in anger with her left hand—until she recalled she didn't have a left arm and had to use her right. "I'LL YELL AT YOU ALL THE HELL I FREAKING WANT TO YOU ASS LICKER!" Kagome screeched, using her rather new vocabulary to express her rage in simple terms. Her hair, now styled in a cute bob-cut around her face, seemed to somehow make the body look more feminine than long hair on Sesshoumaru's body did; which of course was precisely why she sliced off the hair.

It was like a tennis match bouncing back and forth between the two. Neither were going to seriously injure the other because injuries would be mirror reflected, so their fights stayed verbal. Sesshoumaru had tried to control Kagome by threatening her family, but the new body she was in (once she started growing used to it) was faster than he could cast spells and Kagome clearly wasn't shy of getting hit by the magic.

Basically, Oz and Souta were just not sure what to do with the two during a shouting match except watch it play out until things quieted down. It wasn't an ideal way to resolve conflicts, and it definitely didn't imply mediating as nothing was done by a third party but the little drama was more entertaining than primetime television.

"YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

Oz was startled by the sudden outburst, having lost track of the conversation so he didn't know what was going on anymore. He looked at his kid-cousin and snatched some of the popcorn from Souta's bowl, asking, "What're they yelling about now?"

"She—or he—said he—or she—can't have his—or her—stuff on the couch or else she—or he—will kick his—or her—butt. Ah, screw it. I don't know who is who anymore," Souta mumbled. "But hey, popcorn?" he offered the bowl and Oz took another handful. "Basically they're arguing over that there bag on the couch."

"Hm. Shopping was interesting with these two," Oz decided.

"Interesting?" Souta made a face. "More like pitting two feral, starving cats against each other and hoping both make it out without a scratch."

Oz snorted in mild humor to the cat analogy. "Isn't he supposed to be the woopie-dippee of the dog demons or something?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, she's s'posedly the prince of dogs or something. He seems kind of weak to me though."

Oz added thoughtfully, "Yeah, pretty pathetic too. I've seen my fair share of ultra-big-bads, right, and what kind of evil male villain goes shopping and calls a furry turquoise tube top 'cute'?"

Souta agreed heartily. "Yeah. Totally agree. Kagome told me about this one villain who wore a baboon suit, right? And even that is more manly than Mr. Featherboa."

Sesshoumaru suddenly stopped yelling at Kagome and turned to glare with a mean blue eyed look in his eyes at Souta and Oz. "For the last time, it's not a featherboa, it's a pelt handed down to me from—"

"We know, we know," Oz and Souta said simultaneously.

Kagome agreed with her brother and her cousin, shifting her weight on her feet which—though it shouldn't have done—hiked up her hot pink leather mini skirt even more. Oz shuddered and turned away. Frilly, yellow, underpants. Kagome needed a few lessons on how to be a proper guy. Of course, getting her to consider those lessons when she couldn't be more than about ten feet from the person currently wearing her body like a suit was impossible.

"It's true you know." Kagome told Sesshoumaru. It seemed that while Kagome had calmed down out of her rage, Sesshoumaru's was only building more. "I mean, while you are drop dead sexy and any girl would love to drool over your… my body… all you did by wearing a pelt—as a fashion statement, you admitted it yourself!—was make yourself look more feminine."

"I did not look feminine!" Sesshoumaru disagreed.

"Well, not when you were lying on your bone divan, half naked, glistening in sweat, and making my mouth water." She smirked as he cringed. He had no problem taunting her, but when the shoe was on the other foot (literally) he couldn't handle the thought of a human even remotely toying with the idea of sexual attraction. She had been very quick to find that out and being who she was, she learned to exploit it to do whatever she could to make the prince uncomfortable in his own (well, her own) skin.

Kagome reached and picked through one of the bags on the couch, pulling out a cute pleated mini-skirt. "And," Kagome sang in her low voice, "this is gorgeously feminine. You were so eager to get your hands on this. But you needed a matching shirt." Kagome tossed the mini-skirt over her shoulder and dug through the bag. "Oh, here it is." And she pulled out a very tight black tee-shirt with a fairy print and a glittering sprawl of the word, "Princess" on it.

Sesshoumaru glared hatefully at Kagome before turning and stomping toward the exit of the room. When the distance between them grew to be too much, Sesshoumaru began coughing and wheezing, scrabbling at his neck like there was something choking him. Kagome felt nothing because she hadn't been the one to walk away.

Half-crawling back within safe distance, Sesshoumaru said, "SIT!" and Kagome sat… on her face.

Both of them moaning at their imprisonment, Oz and Souta settled in to wait for "Act II" of the day, which was sure to come.


End chapter.