Of course it was Tony who couldn't resist a joke if he was on his deathbed who said, "So we can't call him a monster but his name means dog demon? Wow. Parents must have had a sense of humor." Ignoring the glares from both sides, he continued "And as to your claim of time travelling, I've heard a lot of ridiculous things in my life but that may take the cake. How'd you do it then? Time machine made from a DeLorean or T.A.R.D.I.S. in your basement?" he questioned with a smirked.
"An old well in my family's shrine, powered by and ancient magic jewel, not something from science fiction" The woman, no more of a teenager, replied, apparently unimpressed with his line of questioning.
Natasha picked up the line questioning next, "If you are from the past how is it you seem to know what so much from our world?"
Caressing the other teens face, she replied, "I know many things, how to work a TV, how to drive a car, even how to play videogames. I am from this time originally but when I was 15 I fell through a well to the past and fell in love with him. And eventually the portal closed. So I stayed." With that final statement she looked up at the group with an unreadable expression.
"If you chose to stay with him in the past," Steve continued, choosing to move forward with the questions, "Then how are you here now if, like you said the portal closed?"
At that moment Inuyasha groaned again, prompting Kagome to ignore the question and check his condition once again. She looked closely at where the wound was on his back wound on his back, despite the lack of wound she felt area on the back, the skin was discolored and it was clear there was internal bleeding. Worried she pushed his now black hair and checked his forehead, he was feverish and his face was flushed, in addition to that apparently the wound had become infected. Unfortunately she hadn't progressed far enough with her lessons to someone with demon blood, even repressed demon blood, completely much less deal with the internal bleeding.
I'm just going to have to hope he can make it to moonset, his body's own immune system should be able to fight it off once his demon side is dominant again. I need to keep him safe until he heals.
Feeling something strange approaching she looked out the window, sending out her power in a wave of pink energy she found the source hovering nearby, and so powerful it dwarfed even what she felt from Naraku at the height of his power, equal to the soul of the Jewel itself. No it was something on the level of a deity. What's more it was familiar to her. It should be impossible for him to be here, the last time we met it was over five hundred years ago. No sooner had she thought that than he had appeared, bursting through the door.
Unbeknownst to everyone on his team there was a reason Thor agreed to stand watch, he had sent a message to Heimdall, and had only just received a response, never let it be said the communication was fast between the realms, but it was reliable.
He had immediately recognized the presence of a demon on earth, and that of the priestess it carried. It had surprised him of course as there had been no priestess or monk with true power on this planet for centuries, their kind had died out with on one to carry on the line. He himself had met a girl with power once long ago on a journey to earth with his brother. They had even met her family, her husband a half dog demon and her adopted son a full fox demon. He was wary of demons at first, believing them to be monsters with only destruction in their hearts. It was his brother who convinced him to take a chance, Loki had gotten along extremely well with the child, both enjoying pranking Inuyasha and Thor until Kagome put a stop to it. They had left the family behind when they returned to Asgard. According to Heimdall this was the very same couple he had visited so many years ago, upon hearing this he rushed to his friends hoping he wasn't too late to prevent fighting. He feared what the most powerful priestess in centuries would do when provoked.
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Sorry about the lack of updates I am a consummate procrastinator and still working on writing more often and for longer.
