A/N: Nice to be back! I don't have any excuses if I took longer than usual other than the fact that I read Fanfics, I'm a nerd too. Anyway, there are going to be misspelled and incorrect names, it was done on purpose. Because apparently Inuyasha can't remember the names of people he doesn't deem important. And thank-you to "XxNina-himexX" who reminded me of 2 of my favorite anime characters. IMPORTANT!: Okay, I want you, dear readers, to help me with a decision. Now, in reviews or PMs, I want you to type either "Plot A" or "Plot B" to tell me which stories you want me to put up here and prioritize of the two offers (yes, they're more cross-overs). And here they are…
Plot A: Title= Tomboy
Summary: "It's not Haruhi who's a cross dresser in this story. No, it's a girl who breaks vases (Over people's heads), hearts, and can turn any straight guy gay."
Plot B: Title= Traces of Sanity
Summary: "On a trip to Konoha Mental Asylum for business L encounters an intriguing patient, Sakura Haruno. After consideration the Kira cases arises and L requests her help. That's when things get weird."
Enjoy the chapter!
Trip to the Office
-Inuyasha's POV-
The blonde female's voice grated on my ears irritatingly and I was suddenly grateful that the pink-haired wench– I mean Sakura (in case she reads minds too) – had tied a red and white bandana on my head, it muffled the sound a bit. "Wait; let Misa-Misa get this straight. Because of the ball-thingy she saw Misa-Misa was brought back to Light-kun and Ryuzaki?" she asked disbelievingly.
Her mate– Lime or something, I'm not good with names sometimes– pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes in frustration, not that I blame him. How many times had he explained this? I lost count after 4 (I remember because that's when that blue dog Pokémon began to meditate and tune everyone out). Are all females around here that clingy? I shuddered before answering my own question, no; I can't imagine Sakura doing that (or acting fond of something what-so-ever). I scowled darkly at her stupidity, "Isn't that what your mate just said." It wasn't much of a question.
Mina (I think) turned her nose up at me as if she was smarter than me or something, "Whatever, you weirdo. Maybe Misa-Misa was just making sure. She isn't stupid you know!"
"I highly doubt that."
I grinned, then blinked when I figured out it wasn't me who said that. We all turned to the one person who hadn't said anything during the whole thing, Blondie. He looked mildly surprised himself, but one could only tell from his eyes (or for me, his scent). I looked towards the other two who should've commented on that… only to see them whispering to each other and pointing– and laughing (well, mostly Zero while Sakura gave devilish snickers). Well, nice to see she has a sense of humor.
Ever since that guy came Sakura seemed to act more human, I mean sure, she was still sarcastic, cynical, sadistic, other negative things– but she seemed… warmer. Maybe there was something more to her than what meets the eye.
Mya clung to her mate's arm before whining like a needy puppy, "Light-kun, did you hear that? Defend Misa-Misa!"
I cringed, and I'm pretty sure Lite did too– if not a bit more violently. I could smell his uneasily and grinned toothily.
"Umm," Lice hesitated with a grimace, "Misa's not stupid and she shouldn't be called such." She seemed satisfied.
I snorted, 'That's all you got? How helpful.'
"You call that supportive? What kind of a mate are you?"
"There's been a misunderstanding! I'm not her… mate." I rolled my eyes and was about to respond with something snarky when Panda-Man (I won't even bother remembering that name he gave us) spoke up.
"I find it interesting that you would refer to Misa-san's boyfriend as a 'mate'. Is that not a term usually referring to animals?" He ignored the protests the brunette made.
My eye twitched. "Do I look like an animal to you? I'm a demon, idiot," I huffed.
"Half-demon," Zero, Blondie, and Sakura interjected, former and latter with a no small amount of sadism.
"Whatever."
He began to bite on his thumbnail thoughtfully as his eyes turned scrutinizing. I leaned away from him warily with a suspicious gaze.
"Half-demon? You don't look very inhuman to me– other than the unusual hair and eye colors."
In answer I revealed clawed hands and bared my sharpened teeth in a snarl. I felt the bandana being lifted off my head in one smooth move suddenly from a spiked paw. I think it was called Luc-something (whatever, doesn't matter, I'll call it Lucky). What power could a name have anyway? I've never cared.
Mira squealed and looked like she was about to touch my ears 'til I growled. NO ONE touched the ears.
Sakura picked up the Starly, allowing it to perch on her arm, and strode over to grab my wrist and drag me to the door. "As entertaining as your mindless chatter and insignificant banter is, I and Inuyasha got some official business to take care of." With that being her parting words she shut the door.
She released me and began walking down the "driveway" and onto that cement path by the dark road. I lingered behind her smelled my hand discreetly. While her personality was frosty her smell was… nice.
While each human's scent is unique this was very different. I could smell a mix of jasmine and lavender with a hint of vanilla and an undertone of some kind of spice. Probably cinnamon. Interesting combination.
I let my arm fall to my side just as I caught up to her, who seemed to have stopped for me. I wasn't going to give her another reason to tease me.
Before I could pass her Sakura stopped me with an arm across my chest. "What?" I grit my teeth, annoyed.
Sakura didn't answer in words and opted to simply reach up to my head in response in her irritatingly cryptic way. I prepared to step away when I felt a cloth tightening around my head and pushing my ears against my hair. I felt warmth spreading across my face– but I refuse to label it as blushing. I don't blush… its just hot out today.
Sakura tugged on the bandana a few times to ensure it stayed in place before turning around to continue. I shook away my not-blush and quickened my pace.
I saw Sakura pause at the front of the weird red house to rub the bird on the underside of its neck. It preened with a content "Star-ly!" before getting set on a branch where it hopped upwards to avoid detection.
'Sure, give it the tender, loving treatment while we get the leftovers,' I thought agitatedly. 'And there aren't many leftovers either.'
As I followed her to this "main office" I was suddenly thankful for the shoes when I sidestepped a sticky substance that had the smell of mint on the floor. Of course I wouldn't voice said gratitude. With the fight I put up at first, I'd never live it down.
"Hello, Kabuto-san," Sakura greeted boredly, "Here are some enrollment papers for my friend, he needed some help."
I frowned at how helpless she made me sound.
The person behind the desk had grey hair slicked back into a small ponytail with bangs hanging on the side of his face and dark eyes covered by glasses. He didn't seem to be much older than Sakura.
"Of course." He accepted them with ease before his eyes turned to me, "What an interesting… friend."
"Keh."
"I trust that he will also be a delinquent."
Sakura grinned at him insanely, her stitches nearly reaching her eyes, and I was reminded of just how terrifying she could be. She seemed to rely on those things whenever she wished to intimidate someone or get rid of a problem
Her smile was psychological weapon.
"Is any of that your business?"
"N-no." He swallowed hard.
"I thought not. Now, instead of poking your nose where it doesn't belong you should pay more attention to your job. You've stamped the pages 7 times in the same spot now."
Kaburo froze in his actions and hurriedly placed in a tall metal desk. "Sorry"– for what? –"Umm, h-have a nice d-d-day."
"Of course." She walked off; ignoring the list he'd placed on the table for her to take.
Not wanting to seem like her dog, I also ignored it to walk with by her side.
Sakura was once again spoiling her bird. She stroked it constantly as it ate the grains she'd pocketed from the palm of her hand.
I couldn't help but be shocked at how caring she could be towards her Pokémon while treating everyone else like dirt. But at least I knew it wasn't because I'm a half-demon, she treated everyone that way. She just hated everyone equally.
I was about to voice some of these thoughts (in a more-likely-than-not insulting way) when a familiar tangy scent came to me. "I smell blood."
We both took off at a run towards the house but I got fed up with her human speed and carried on my back. We burst into the house and up the stairs into her room.
There stood 2 opposites, their arms struck through each other's chest and blood splattered on the floor.
A/N: Don't forget to review for this monster of a chapter (for me)! And yay for breaking the 20th mark for reviews and 10th mark for chapters! Don't forget the Plot A or B contest!