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Here's some silliness to balance all the serious business in herrr


CHAPTER XXVIII

MISSION: KILL IMMMORTAL PRIESTESS, OKAY I CAN DO THAT

Attempt #52

Kagome couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh that came out much more animalistic than she intended. But honestly, she wasn't sure how much more of this she could handle.

Standing before her with a rifle pressed firmly against her forehead was no other than Wade Wilson, also known as Deadpool.

The supposedly loud mouthed undead mercenary in all his red and black glory.

At first, she had been surprisingly frightened enough to try and kill him, but only because he had stuck a blade through her heart. And soon after that, she humored him and fought back without the intent to kill.

However today from the start had been a relatively bad day for the Japanese Shikon No Tama Miko. She didn't feel like dealing with his assassination attempt today.

What she failed to realize was the slight relaxation of her shoulders in his presence. With him, she did not, could not, afford thoughts that trifled her mind.

He always had her fuming with emotion, whether it be anger, humor, embarrassment, or happiness.

She stopped worrying about chasing him away because no matter what she ended up saying or doing, he always came back.

Curious.


'Something wrong, you should ask why,' the voice in his head whispered after a few awkward seconds passed by. Her blank stare had him sweating up the Pacific ocean from underneath his mask.

Wade Wilson a few moments before came to the conclusion she just wasn't impressed by his fabulous duck and curl and en pointe land after crashing through her 75th suite balcony window. Which, he thought was ridiculous because she had always at least cracked a small smile at all his entrances.

'Hurry up and figure it out! She makes the best tacos…' stupid voice was whining again, making him contemplate on shooting himself in the head on purpose. But he was right – when wasn't he? – he needed to figure out why she was being so weird!

"So…I see you're back to using the Pantene against. Told you Garnier had a tendency to make your scalp itch."

She gave him a strange look, one he was well used to seeing.

'Damn it!'

Deadpool shouldered his rifle as he followed her casually into the kitchen, appreciating the fact that she wore just a silk robe.

'Is she making us tacos? Ask her if she's making tacos.'

"Not talking today, huh? Must be cause you're cold right, with just that flimsy yet sexy robe on. Can I try it on?"

A knife shot out and stabbed him in the eye.

'You suck. I give up.'


"Does this mean you're feeling better?" Deadpool chirped as he stuffed another onigiri into his mouth. It wasn't tacos but who was he to deny delicious food, free delicious food.

Instead of replying, the Asian woman curled up into his side with a cup of steaming tea in her hands.

But that was okay.

'Told ya I could handle it, I'm a professional,' Deadpool thought smugly as he tossed his free arm around Kagome and pulled her closer.

'If you were professional, she would be dead and you'd be in bed with thousands of franklins,' it retorted but without its usual snark.

"Yeah well Franklin isn't as great of a cuddler in bed," Deadpool replied outloud with a smirk.

The tick in Kagome's jaw informed Deadpool of his mistake.

Her hand sparked pink as it smacked down on his leg. This would have excited him if it wasn't for the fact that all the muscles in his leg contracted painfully. The sudden jerk forced him away from Kagome and onto the floor spazzing.

"You can come to bed when you've fixed the window," She said smoothly with a small smile as she sashayed away to her bedroom.

'Vixen,' it thought with a hint of something.

"Uggghhhhhh…." Wade moaned in agreement, having the overwhelming urge to join her but at the same time not wanting to clean the window. If she found out he hadn't cleaned the window, she would cut off a limb and hide it.

Not a fun experience.

'But it was in her underwear drawer…' Wade reminisced faintly.