A.N. I have to say, I do enjoy writing this more than others lately. I do not own Inuyasha or Supernatural. Also, assume this is all in Japanese.
The girl could fight. Of course, he'd known that. She would have had to given the life she lead. Hell, she was a legend. Still, the cranky hunter had to be impressed when she went toe-to-toe with the inhuman tycoon and was hardly worse for the wear.
"Miko." Finally ceasing his assault, he simply turned and walked into his estate.
Relieved that she did not have to fight any longer, the woman pressed a finger to her lips and stared hard at the angel and bearded man. The message was universal; keep your mouths shut. With that, she gestured for them to follow as she moved to trail after the white haired male.
Castiel remained impassive as he followed, his eyes roving over the two carefully. He had not been aware of any sort of animosity between them. However, as suddenly as it had began, it had ended. Perhaps it was some odd friendship concept-The Winchester Brothers often spoke viciously towards one another.
"I should sue you, you know." Smiling, she sat at the table, gesturing for her two companions to sit against the wall, the floor cushions luxuriously comfortable. But then, Lord Sesshomaru would only accept the best.
"What suit could you have against this one?" the taiyoukai replied boredly, pausing as a servant came in to pour tea.
Waiting until the woman had finished and excused herself, the miko watched him take the first sip before doing so herself. "You have used my story for your profit."
"You are referring to the 'Quest for the Shikon no Kakera'? Be assured the legend falls under tales not subject to modern copyright laws." Watching her with a certain intensity, he glanced behind her at the two men who had wisely remained silent. "Your taste in company remains as questionable as ever."
Bobby frowned, taking this all in silently. They seemed more like business rivals at the moment than two warriors that had moments before been at each other's throats. Then again, he supposed hunters had a similar way of communicating with one another.
"Yes, the legend is too old to copyright, but the additions of a time traveling miko wearing a schoolgirl outfit is definitely an infringement on my life story." She sipped the tea again, meeting his eyes.
"A seven percent royalty on every copy of the game and merchandise item sold will be put into an account for you. What is the real reason for your visit, Miko?" His expression was impassive.
"Very generous," she replied dryly. Her manner was calm, not at all threatened by his impassive nature. "And I'm here because there's an impending apocalypse."
"Which has what to do with either you or this Sesshomaru?" Cool golden orbs flickered to the angel who dared stand and approach.
"This is your world-Do you not want to defend it? Do you not want to survive?" the angel demanded. He was harsh, his voice cool yet abrasive. "Why do you sit idly by when you have the power to turn the tides?"
"Shut up, Castiel," Kagome ordered, jumping to her feet.
"You honestly have such a black and white view, Angel?" Darkly amused, the taiyoukai smoothly stood up himself. "No matter what comes of this foolish war, there will be those that survive. If you believe this one is incapable of that, you have less intelligence than originally assumed."
"Put the measuring tape away," the miko told them icily, raising her hand and flinging Castiel backwards. "We came here to ask for tenseiga."