Inner thoughts in Italics from now on. It just looks and reads better.
Chapter 14
Kagome cowered under her sleeping bag long after the last squeak or click from a bat had vanished into the distance. It didn't matter how sweet and helpful people said bats were because they ate insects. They still freaked her out! And it didn't matter how badly she was sweating under the weight of her sleeping bag, she was not coming out until someone came and got her!
As it was, she must have sweated a bucket out of fear and being overly covered before her heart slowed enough for her to think straight. 'It's dark. It won't matter if I'm under the sleeping bag or not. Nothing can see me that could hurt me… I hope. Besides, I'm getting light headed and need some fresh air.'
So, slowly, she moved the noisy, nylon sleeping bag down from her head and strained to hear any movement close by that would indicate trouble. Still, it was so dark in the tunnel that she could not tell the difference of when she had her eyes open or not. It was funny, but she still clutched the useless flashlight like a lifeline. 'Could a hunk of plastic be a security blanket?'
Once again, she tried to spread out her sleeping bag and not be terrified of what could be hidden in the darkness around her. She knew for sure that there was a substantial boulder against her back on the right, and the solid wall of the tunnel at her back on the left. She felt a little more secure sandwiched in like that although only two out of four sides of her were concealed.
Sleep was the farthest thing from her mind as she unzipped the bag and slid in. She almost covered her head again, but opted, instead, to cover up the back of her head, and keep her face uncovered, but facing the corner made by the rock and wall. She tried to remember everything she knew about bats, and the little she had gleaned from the encounter with Shiori and the bat demons. She knew they hunted at night by sound, at least the bug eating bats she had read about did. So, they had really good hearing. 'That made sense, that big ugly bat demon that scared me had huge ears. Maybe my scream hurt his ears enough that it scared him off permanently. But what if it didn't?'
She thought about hopping her way back to the little cave where she had started. The biggest problem with that was the fact that it had taken her the better part of the day to have made it to where she was sitting. It would take all night to get back. And even if she made it back, what was waiting for her there that wasn't here? It was no more secure than this intersection was from returning demons. The only benefit of returning to the cave would be the sunlight that would filter down tomorrow.
If she remained here at the intersection, at least she would be closer to the exit if Sesshomaru returned to lead her out. With that happy thought in mind, Kagome decided to remain where she was. A quick check of the nightlight on her watch indicated that it was 8:30 and although sleep was still far away, the exertion of the day dragged on her weary body. The symptoms of her fever had returned and she assumed that the infection was again trying to ravage her body.
Maybe if Sesshomaru had not abandoned her or been eaten by some mysterious unseen force, she could ask him, when he returned, to do that "drawing out the poison" thing like he did before. That seemed to help for a while, and it would probably buy her enough time to return to her world and seek stronger medicine or professional help. Still, until he appeared, she knew it was going to be a long, painful night.
She tried to think about anything good about this situation to keep her spirits up. 'Um, at least I'm not stuck in that stupid pile of rubble anymore. I can turn over if I want to. I can stretch my legs if I want to. I won't have to worry about the sun shining in my eyes in the morning. Inuyasha won't be yelling at me to hurry up and cook the Ramen or hunt the jewel shards. I don't have to go to school in the morning.' She closed her eyes, and tried to continue her list of good things, but just ended up repeating the same ones over and over like a mantra to keep the boogie man away.
Sometime in the middle of her thoughts about only good things, she managed to drift off to sleep. It was not unheard of for someone in the midst of a crisis to fall asleep after the adrenaline had worn off, or so she kept telling herself when she jerked awake some time later. It was still strange to wake up and not be able to tell if her eyes were open or not. Somehow, it made it seem like she was still sleeping; trapped in that timeless void again. Only this time she didn't want to see anything. She buried her head deeper into the sleeping bag as quietly as possible. There was no way that some nylon shell and polyester batting would protect her from much, but it shielded her from the images of her imagination. This was one time that she wished she hadn't seen so much in this Feudal era, and hadn't listened to her grandfather's stories about ogres and monsters. At this point, she would almost be thankful if Naraku captured her and dragged her out of this nightmare. Almost.
A scraping sound behind her made her stiffen all over. She thought, 'Oh, how I hope that's Sesshomaru. Please let that be Sesshomaru. I'll never say another bad thing about him as long as I live. I won't laugh about him looking like a girl or daydream about his fluff ever again. Please! Or maybe it's Inuyasha? He's not very quiet.' Still, as much as she was praying that the noise came from Sesshomaru, she knew it had not. The dog demon would never lower himself to make a noise to alert her. He would simply order her to get up and follow. And it couldn't be Inuyasha, because he would have been calling her name the whole way down the tunnel.
Now, she faced the dilemma of pulling her head out of the bag and looking into the dark that her eyes could not penetrate, or staying completely still and hoping that whatever it was would pass her by. Like the brave soul she was, Kagome remained perfectly still to the point of holding her breath. As it turned out, that didn't help any.
Before she could even let out a squeak, she was grasped from behind, bag and all. The world tilted at a strange angle as she was flung around in her blindness. She seemed to be hanging upside down with something much taller than her holding her about the middle. Her self preservation instincts kicked in and she thrashed for all she was worth; arms and legs kicking and flailing. There was some success to these movements as she felt herself slide out of the sleeping bag like toothpaste squirting out of a tube. Unfortunately, the landing on her head stunned her long enough for her attacker to discard the sleeping bag and latch long, cold, spindly fingers onto her arms. Now she was sure this was not Sesshomaru, because his skin had never been cold like this while she was caring for him.
Being Kagome, she opened her mouth to scream. She wasn't sure if she intended to scream for Inuyasha, Sesshomaru, or just to alert the world that she was scared. It didn't matter, because she never got the opportunity. Before she had even drawn a good breath, one of the hands on her arms raised to clamp over her mouth. It seemed that this attacker had learned from the ugly bat that had flown away earlier that she had a very strong, piercing voice.
Then the hand still on her arm wrapped around her waist, and she was hauled off her feet. As she recognized the slight bump of walking, it occurred to Kagome that she was being carried away. How was anyone supposed to find her if this thing kidnapped her? In her head she screamed, 'Why can't things be simple? I'm getting really sick of being kidnapped in this era!' and without further thought, she bared her teeth and bit the cold hand that stilled her shout for help.
A smile of achievement blossomed on her face as the hand withdrew and she shouted, "Inuyasha!" at the top of her lungs. Behind her, the creature shrieked an equally loud roar of either pain or anger, or both. Then she felt a sharp, tearing pain in her left shoulder that caused her to scream out in pure agony. Knives speared into the flesh of her poor shoulder as the creature returned his hand to her mouth and squeezed her waist to the point of driving all breath from her body. Slowly the knives withdrew from her skin, and it occurred to her that the creature had bitten her in retaliation for either her bite or shout.
A growing burn replaced the sensation of tearing knives in her shoulder as images of vampires raced through her imagination. 'I can't believe it bit me! If you get bitten by a vampire, you turn into a vampire! Don't you? I don't want to be a vampire! I want to lie in the sun and work on my tan! I want to go to the beach for Spring Break! Oh, I swear, if this thing turns me into a vampire, I'm SO gonna bite Sesshomaru for leaving me behind!' In the complete darkness, she couldn't see what had her, or where they were headed. All she knew was that they were moving, and she started to feel strange.
She noticed the weakness in her body as she could no longer raise her left arm to pry at the hand across her mouth. In heightened desperation, she clawed at the confining hand with her right hand. Slowly, this hand stopped responding to her body's commands also. It was like trying to squeeze something early in the morning, after just waking up. She could move her arms, but they just couldn't do much of anything. It was when her legs went numb and the burning in her shoulder increased that she realized this thing's bite had somehow affected her muscles.
In her mind she was screaming for Inuyasha, Sesshomaru, Miroku, Sango, anyone. 'This is bad. They won't be able to find me, and I won't be able to defend myself. This keeps reminding me more and more of Mukotsu. He paralyzed me for his own wicked purposes. I wonder what this thing wants with me. It better not be thinking bride or concubine! I'm sick of being treated like a piece of meat! ' Kagome could only assume that the thing carrying her was the bat demon that she had scared off before. That was the only type of creature she had seen down here other than that mole demon. And this was definitely not furry enough to be a mole. Speaking of the mole demon, she noticed the awful rotten leaves smell of the mole had increased to an unbearable level. It was also laced with a smell that she totally abhorred; blood.
The creature removed its hand from her mouth since she was no longer able to direct her muscles. In her mind she prayed that the blood she smelled came from the mole and not from a certain tall, white, demon, with a shoulder full of fluff, which had been missing for most of the day. More clicks and squeaks surrounded her as she assumed that there were more of these creatures hidden in the dark.
If she had been able to move a muscle, she would probably have cried over her predicament. As it was, all she could do was experience the disjointed movement of walking as she seemed to float along on a current of sensation in the dark. It seemed like forever when this changed. Somehow, she could tell, by the sounds reflected back at them from the tunnel walls, that they had come to a larger area. She could hear how the room expanded and seemed to echo with thousands of clicks, squeaks and hisses. She felt like she had entered some type of horror movie boiler room. Any minute now, the red lights would come on to reveal the lunatic of choice who would cackle insanely and chase after the heroine with a sickle or chain saw, or something.
Instead, she noticed a blackish-blue glow coming from far away. The light barely backlit a chamber that looked like four tunnels come together. Hundreds of silhouettes of all sizes were scurrying about like ants that had been stirred up. Her current transportation seemed to be moving in the direction of the glow. A familiar tingle started in the back of her mind as she recognized that a jewel shard was in that direction. She thought, 'Well, it's good to know that my jewel sensing abilities are not affected by being paralyzed. I'm sure Inuyasha would be happy to hear that.' She tried to force her body to snort at the thought, but settled for just thinking about a snort.
The trip across the cavern was quick and uneventful since all the other demons just seemed to separate around them like water around a boulder in a stream. If the sidewalks of Tokyo were this well organized, life would be simpler. No creatures bucked traffic or collided with other demons. It was eerie. But, at least she could see something.
Her sense of fear rose again as the thing carrying her walked straight through the tainted barrier. The pulse of power burned her nerve endings and caused an involuntary grunt to escape her paralyzed lips. She would soon find out what the barrier protected. Though, she couldn't move her head around to see what was there. She just hoped that her head would somehow be turned to face whatever was coming. Because, truthfully, not knowing was worse than seeing what was coming.
They approached a powerful, sickening demon aura that seemed to house the jewel shard that she felt earlier. Just when she thought they were going to pass this monster, the thing carrying her tossed her to the ground like garbage it was happy to discard. Contact with the cave floor was exceptionally painful since she could not use her hands to prevent her face from striking the packed earth and rock. All she could do was lay there and gasp against the pain. She could not even close her mouth to staunch the flow of blood and drool that leaked from her lips. How humiliating.
Above her, a strange staccato hiss grew in volume to the point that it echoed off the rock walls. A loud boom rocked the floor beneath her as a pair of what looked like legs materialized on the edge of her peripheral vision. It was still too dark to make out the details of these legs. She didn't so much see the foot that kicked her over onto her back as she felt the brutal impact. Why couldn't people just be a little gentler?
Her eyes widened in shock at the grotesque figure that towered above her in the shadows. The beautiful face that was bent close to hers did not counteract the disgust that the rest of her distorted body caused in Kagome. Parts of this thing looked like a bat demon and parts looked like a snake had been grafted onto it. Actually, two snakes, since each joint of its wings had snake heads where claws should be, and instead of a single snake tail, it had two that acted like legs. Weird. And there on its neck, a jewel shard emitted a disgusting, sickly black aura.
It was then she noticed the gaping wounds on the legs and wings of this giant bat woman. Kagome's mind whirled to figure out what was going on. 'Had Sesshomaru fought with it? Was that why he had been gone so long? But, this thing was still here and Sesshomaru never came back. Does that mean that this thing won? Is Sesshomaru dead?' The thought disturbed her not only because she had been counting on him to rescue her, but because somewhere in the past few days, she had started thinking about him as something close to a friend. Besides, she had gone through hell to keep him alive for Rin's sake! The painful hours she had stayed awake would not be for nothing! She immediately dismissed the unthinkable idea that Sesshomaru was dead. 'Maybe he's around here somewhere, paralyzed like I am. If that's the case, I need to find him and somehow help him. He's been here longer than I have. He might be in worse shape.' The fact that Sesshomaru would probably have been immune to any paralyzing poison never even entered her shocked mind.
The giant female produced the strange staccato hiss which turned out to be this things laughter. 'Hm, this thing must have been hanging from the roof when I was brought in. I wonder what it wants with me.'
One of the snake-head hands reached for Kagome's arm and grasped her in its open mouth. The fangs of the snake plunged into her tender skin and she desperately wanted to scream at the pain. Just as quickly, the fangs were removed and the snake-head actually spat her blood out of its mouth. Kagome thought through the pain, 'Well, jeez! I didn't know I tasted that bad. I can't help it that I haven't had a bath in days!
The giant bat opened its mouth and shrieked at the smaller bat that had carried her in. "This blood is tainted with human sickness and unfit to be consumed! How could you have brought such a foul meal to your queen?" The smaller, bat that was still nearly seven feet tall, cowered before the enormous queen and made no noise to respond to the accusation. Instead, the snake-head on her wing reached out and latched onto the bat demon's neck and almost instantaneously drained the blood out of the smaller male. With a simple flick of her snake wrist, the queen tossed the lifeless body outside the barrier and roared with displeasure.
Kagome could only watch in pain and shock as this queen brutalized her own kind. Outside the barrier, a team of other demons picked up the discarded body and whisked it away like they practiced this all the time. Her mind screamed, 'Eww! Gross! If she treats her own this badly, what are the chances she'll be nice to me. Slim to none. I guess I was supposed to be the late night snack. I wonder what she'll do with me now.'
The queen paced about the chamber that was only lit by the sickening black glow from the tainted barrier at the entrance and grumbled in a language Kagome couldn't understand. While the thing paced, Kagome tried to close her eyes against the fear, pain and uncertainty that assaulted her. As she soon discovered, the paralysis even extended to her eyelids. Whereas she could still blink, she could not control the frequency of her blinks.
Finally, the queen deigned to address Kagome in a voice she could understand. The beautifully formed mouth released the most grating voice she had ever had the misfortune of hearing, "Human, you may be useless for your blood, but you will still serve me." A great pause hung in the air as the queen folded up her snake like legs and knelt next to Kagome's side. "Your dog injured me and my workers. Much energy was expended to repair the damage he caused. You will replenish the energy lost when I consume your soul." The hissing laughter broke around them like waves on the shore and made Kagome feel a bit sick to her stomach. "The poison circulating in your system will release the bonds that bind your soul to your body making it easier to consume. When this is complete, you will have the honor of feeding me and my young." With another hissing fit of laughter, the queen rose to her snake-tail feet and flapped her grotesque wings to her resting place on the ceiling. The grating voice floated down from the darkness, "Rest well human. It will make your soul even tastier."
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Sesshomaru was angry that the stupid wolf prince still followed him. He was even more enraged that he had forgotten the state of his wardrobe. In all the time trapped underground, he had not considered the possibility of others catching him wearing Kagome's loaned clothing. There was nothing dignified about the garments and he had a sinking suspicion that the wretched wolf behind him would be gossiping about this for weeks. Wolves were notorious gossips. He assumed it had to do with the "traveling in packs" mentality. Everybody had to know everybody else's business.
His only hope for redemption lie in the fact that Ah-Uh would most likely be the first individual he would encounter. The wolf didn't count, he was a parasite! It would only take a moment to retrieve his spare clothing from the saddlebag and all would be well with the world again. If not, he decided he would simply have to slaughter or threaten to slaughter all who would witness his embarrassment. Maybe he could just melt their mouths closed? He decided that if Inuyasha caught him dressed like this, it would be the end of the oldest living half-breed, no matter what vows Sesshomaru's Father had extracted from him.
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At that moment in the chilly darkness of late night, or was it early morning, Inuyasha wished that the dragon of his brother's could fly just a bit faster. This thing was good for hauling around supplies and luggage, but it lacked something in speed. Even Miroku could run faster than this great lumbering beast could fly. The only good thing about this mode of transportation was that it allowed them to rest a bit. Still, Kirara was flying slowly along side the reptile, using up her precious energy.
Finally in a fit of frustration, Inuyasha turned to the toad behind him and rapped him on the skull. This woke Jakken in his usual squawking, undignified, manner. After a few minutes of name calling and spitting indignation, from both of them, Inuyasha announced his decision. "This ain't getting us nowhere fast! You and the kid can keep flying towards the battleground and we'll meet you there. We're going to run ahead and start the search again." Inuyasha stood up on the saddle and looked heatedly at the nasty green imp. In his most stern voice, which sounded suspiciously like a threat from Sesshomaru, he warned Jakken, "And don't get in any trouble while I'm gone. If that prick's still living, he'd kill you if you let that girl get hurt." And with that parting comment, Inuyasha leapt off the dragon and soared towards the forest canopy below them.
Kirara swiftly changed course and followed the red robed blur towards the forest floor. The change in direction jolted Sango and Miroku awake and they stiffened into defensive postures. The tightened hold of Miroku's arm on Shippo woke the little fox and he scrambled around trying to figure out what had changed. His whiney little voice called out, "Inuyasha, what are we doing? Why did we leave Rin and the dragon? I thought the dragon was going to lead us to Sesshomaru?"
Inuyasha's voice called out from the trees, "That damn beast was flying slower than you when you're a pink bubble! We just can't waste anymore time sitting around. We need to keep looking for Kagome. They'll meet us at the battleground and we'll go from there. Chances are Sesshomaru will come find us."
Shippo was insulted about the comment on his slow flying and was about to yell at the half demon when Miroku moved a hand to cover the small mouth. In a quiet, soothing voice, Miroku suggested, "Now might not be a good time to anger Inuyasha. We all know how worried he is about Kagome even if he can't say it and we really don't need him to lose control now. I'm sure you can exact your revenge for his slight against your skills at a later time, when Kagome is safe and around to sit him for you. Besides, a wise man once said 'Revenge is a dish best served cold.'"
The wicked little grin on the monk's face made Shippo want to laugh. There were times that Shippo swore Miroku was truly a fox demon in disguise. The human male was wily, intelligent and quite mischievous. Even his own father could not pull off a lie as well as this supposed holy man could. And then there was that whole perversion act of his. Fox demons were known to be quite sensual beings and enjoyed sex with many partners before mating. Yup! Shippo was convinced that Miroku was really a fox demon in disguise, or perhaps the reincarnation of a great fox demon. In Shippo's mind, reincarnation had never been real until he met Kagome. Now that it was a proven fact, it wasn't much of a stretch of the imagination to believe that demons could be reincarnated too. So, with a devious smile of his own, Shippo silently plotted ways to get back at Inuyasha for the insult and to watch the monk for more signs of fox demon traits.
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After the two-headed dragon's burden had been lightened, the pack animal changed heading slightly. Jakken shouted at the creature and demanded an explanation for the change. Behind him, Rin shifted slightly in her sleep and rubbed a tired eye. "Master Jakken, maybe Ah-Uh knows where Lord Sesshomaru is and is taking us there? After all, Lord Inuyasha was not looking for Lord Sesshomaru, but for Lady Kagome. Maybe they aren't together."
Jakken yelled at Rin to shut up because he could think of nothing else to say. Also, the toad knew he had no control over the dragon. It was his master's beast of burden, and only took orders from the lord. The only reason the traitorous animal ever listened to him was if it was something that Lord Sesshomaru would want. There was no telling how many times he had tried to get the dragon to follow him away while the ugly human child slept. It seemed to know that would anger their lord and refused to be lead away, much to Jakken's anger. There were even times that Jakken had to wonder if the two-headed monstrosity could read minds. Maybe that was how it could find their lord when they were separated. But, no, that would be giving the animal too much credit for intelligence, and the toad would not think that. Instead, the smelly green imp stood up on the saddle and called out Lord Sesshomaru's name into the swiftly ending night.
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Sesshomaru made good progress towards the clearing above the cave where he expected to retrieve Kagome. His mind worked furiously on the problem of how to extract the girl without caving in the weak ceiling structure. Possibly he could shore up the opening below the hole that allowed light in, and then lift out the capstone boulders that supported the domed structure. Maybe he could access the collapsed tunnel and dig his way in from that location. Then again, there was always the chance that he could fuse the shifting substrata of soil and rock into a stable mass with his poison. But this idea had substantial risks. He had not attempted such an experiment. There was no way to determine the outcome. Again, he realized that he was not willing to lose such a curiosity as Kagome now that he had found someone who piqued his interest. He would just have to analyze the situation when he arrived and formulate a plan then.
The wolf still trailed behind him, much to his annoyance, and seemed determined to continue their training session. The idea of whipping this adolescent wolf like he used to do Inuyasha brought an evil grin to his shadowed face. Who knew, maybe he could train this wolf to be more of a challenge for Inuyasha. He would love to see his half-brother's face if the next time he battled the wolf, they were more evenly matched. Of course, this wolf would never equal the might and power that were inherent in their Father's bloodline. Even diluted as Inuyasha's blood was, the boy was more than a match for most full-blooded demons. For that matter, if Inuyasha mated and produced quarter-blood pups, they would still probably be stronger than most full-blooded demons once properly trained. Such was the legacy of their Father.
For a moment, his thoughts turned to the questions the girl asked about the reproductive capability of half-breeds, and he wondered if Inuyasha would be able to father pups someday. There must have been some knowledge that Kagome knew from the future that made her doubt this ability. She had mentioned horses being bred with some other animal that created sterile offspring. How distressing. He had always just assumed that if the boy lived long enough, he would find a suitably strong female, most likely human, and raise the next generation of partial dog demons. It was a shame that their Father's blood would forever be diluted more and more by each successive generation, but such was their fate. Absently, he wondered how many generations down history it would be before their strong blood no longer manifested its power in the offspring. And if, Kami forbid, he, Sesshomaru, ever took a human mate, his own offspring would suffer the same fate.
His thoughts were disturbed as from the North, Sesshomaru sensed the approach of three familiar auras that caused the tiniest sigh to escape him. Long before he could see the shape of his dragon descending through the lightening sky, his sensitive hearing could detect the annoying voice of his vassal shouting his name. With a long-suffering shake to his head, the demon wondered how it was that no hungry flying demons had swooped down on the idiot who was announcing his presence to the world. But then again, with Jakken's smell, most demons who were advanced enough to take flight would avoid the toad; except for vulture demons. They seemed to enjoy dead things, and sometimes carrion smelled better than the imp.
With a ground-shaking thump, the great two-headed dragon landed directly before its master. Both heads lowered in a bow of submission and respect as the little girl on its back launched herself at the dog demon. Her squeal of "Lord Sesshomaru!" was filled with such joy and excitement, it almost made Sesshomaru smile. Whereas Jakken was a groveling mess, this girl always greeted his return with joy. Again, he could easily see Rin as an energetic puppy whose master had just returned to play fetch with it. It had taken much training to prevent the girl from latching onto his person at every return. So, now, she ran before him and stood a few feet away, an enormous smile beaming up into his face. "Welcome back Lord Sesshomaru. Rin is happy you are well."
Sesshomaru spoke in his usual calm voice, "Have you faired well, Rin?" He knew this simple question was enough to open up the flood gates of chatter that the girl held inside. As expected, she regaled him with all their adventures and exploits from the days of his absence. He seemed indifferent, but he truly listened closely to ensure Jakken had performed his duty.
As the girl rambled, Sesshomaru addressed the toad on the ground, "Jakken, bring my spare clothes." It was at that point that the imp looked up and shouted in indignation, "My Lord! What are you doing wearing those horrible human clothes? What happened to your lovely outfit and armor?"
Sesshomaru turned cold, cruel eyes on his vassal and threatened, "You dare comment on my attire, Jakken? You will bring the clothes as ordered and never speak of this again. Is that understood?"
The little green lump nearly swallowed his tongue as he verbally back-tracked and scrambled towards the dragon. "Yes, my lord. Forgive me, Lord Sesshomaru. You look regal in any material that touches your royal self. I swear to never speak of these foreign garments ever again."
With a smirk, Sesshomaru reached the edge of the trees and waited for his usual clothes to be brought to him. It would be nice to look like himself again. Especially with the smelly wolf nearing their location. This was a wonderful stroke of luck to avoid Inuyasha seeing him in Kagome's clothes. Still, it might have been amusing to watch the boy's reactions. It could probably be used to taunt him in a future sparring match, that his brother's priestess had given him clothes to wear. On second thought, Sesshomaru decided to remain in these futuristic clothes simply for the shock value to Inuyasha and his group. Having lived so long, the dog demon decided he must take his amusement where he could.
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AN: Now don't get spoiled with two updates in one week. I just had all this unused creativity screaming to get out. Lol Cookies next chapter for this and chapter 13.
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