Disclaimer: Author's own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima. Nor do I own Inuyasha or its characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.

Author's Notes: November is National Novelist Writers Month, aka Nanowrimo! I will again be participating in it. And this year I am going to solely focus on all my Fairy Tail Stories. So, my other stories will not be updated during the month of November. Sorry, not sorry. I am still going to leave this fandom after they are all done. And if, at some point, down the road I find my love for FT again, I will come back with new stories and hopefully a less toxic fandom.

Lucy gave a loud huff as she pulled herself up from the ground, spitting out dried grass and dirt. Narrowing her eyes as she glared balefully at the jerk who had put her in the crater. It was then her fault, having asked the (now smug) bastard to train her in fighting. She knew her skills were not as abysmal as he had made them out to be, not having had to survive many adventures and mage battles. This situation was on a whole other level; it was almost as if the white-haired, stick-up-his-ass Dog Lord was trying to kill her under the pretense of teaching her to fight.

"Glaring does nothing to win a fight, woman."

Not rising to the bait he was dangling, Lucy acted like she was brushing the filth from her person. It'd been just over a week since she'd acquired the Key of the Dog, the father to the two she traveled with. And having given a small brief respite to allow the three family members to bond had been interesting. Of course, it had led her to ask to be trained by a said prick who was now openly gloating, though it only showed how bright his amber eyes were.

"Well, at least you don't have to be puppy trained to piss outside," Lucy shot back at him before throwing herself to the right, rolling and popping up.

There where she stood was a small hole that had Sesshomaru standing in the middle. The faint pink tint to his eyes let her know she had needled him good. It was not easy to get under his cool, calm (almost) impenetrable facade. And his father had refused to help when she had asked him about it, said she was smart enough to figure it out on her own. Now it was a cold fire she was playing with, but the point of this exercise was to dodge and unsettle your opponent.

"Woman, you best watch where your line of insults goes."

Flashing in a bright smile, making sure to show her teeth, Lucy snorted as she shrugged off his warning. Already she knew if he tried to kill her, he'd be repelled by her spirits and the Shikon. Which still disturbed her on a whole new level, a sentient fucking jewel. One that tried to plague her dreams with making a selfless wish. Lucy was not stupid; she knew there was no such thing as a selfless wish. The very definition of a wish was to state a desire or need, whether for yourself or another. Fuck that shit.

Once more, Lucy threw herself out of harm's range, her arms coming up to block clumps of dirt, grass, and rocks. She wanted to pull her whip out and use it, but as it was directly related to her magic, that was a no-no. Gritting her teeth as her feet hit the ground as it crumbled underneath her weight. A sharp intake of air as her body fell straight down into the now mini ravine that was created.

"You are not focusing on and wasting my time. I do not wish to train an errant child, woman. If you cannot focus, this Sesshomaru will not train you."

"Yeah, well, if you want to be a petulant little bitch because I refuse to give in to your demands about sparring with your damn father, go get anally fucked mutt!"

The moment the words were out of her mouth Lucy knew she had crossed a line she shouldn't have. But with her body more-or-less wedged in the crack, she was unable to defend or move out of the way. Lucy took a deep breath and just stared at the now thoroughly enraged dog demon before her, waiting for his attack. Though, she would admit watching the magenta stripes on his face go jagged as his eyes turned the shade of freshly spilled blood with teal slitted pupils was fascinating.

Only seconds later, a brilliant flash of gold, pink, and green flashed before her eyes as a feral snarl came from the man above her. The Shikon had shielded her again and was purifying his acid, or was it poison? Both maybe? Either way, it took blow after blow.

"Damn, the bitch nailed him, didn't she?"

Not taking her eyes away from her attacker, willing the shield to stay put until he was done venting. Lucy slowly lifted a hand and flipped the bird to Inuyasha. Virgo was already asking in the back of her head if she could stomp him into the ground. To which she got a solid no and no to the punishment question. Though it was amusing to hear how much pleasure Virgo seemed to get out of doing that to Inuyasha, making Lucy wonder if her spirit might have a crush on him?

"What is going on here!"

Flinching as a muttered string of cuss words reached her ears, Lucy watched Sesshomaru shift his attention to the person who shouted. After being here for almost two months, Lucy had learned that demons were not welcomed, often hated upon. Those that were a mix between the two races, for demons were not a species, and that would be rude to assume it, were hated even more. But still, her fellow humans didn't seem to grasp the idea of danger from a threat that they were unable to handle.

"I open the gate of the Dog; come forth, Toga!" Lucy hissed under her breath just as Sesshomaru started to stalk towards the intrude, still in a rage.

There was no poof of smoke, the chime of a bell, just the appearance of Toga. He promptly snagged Sesshomaru by the back of his collar, threw him to the ground, and sat on him. While Lucy would be laughing hysterically at the sight they made(not that Inuyasha was holding back), she wisely stayed silent and extracted herself from the small crevice she was partially stuck in.

"Ah, my good sir, I am sorry for the disturbance. They had a mock sparring match at the young ladies' behest," Miroku said, his voice coming out smooth.

Slowly Lucy turned herself to look at the man who spoke and bit the inside of her lip. He was wearing armor with a crest on it. Easily her mind recalled a conversation a few nights ago they'd all had around the campfire. They'd entered (at some point) the lands of the ruling Noble family, it seems, as this man was a samurai. Who was eyeing her, Toga and Sesshomaru, who wasn't struggling with the lack of sounds? She wondered how they'd get out of this situation without bloodshed.

It was silent as they all sat there before a man who was clearly someone familiar with the battle. In fact, Lucy was sure that she could smell the blood that had steeped permanently into his flesh. The way he kept eyeing her was not comfortable. Then again, it could be because the poor bastard who'd been sent to check out the disturbance had been pounded into the ground by her, with no weapons, just her normal brutal, patented 'Lucy Kick.'

"Let me get this straight. Your little, hodgepodge group is on a journey that you will not explain more about. And you just happened to enter my lands because you got information that said a part of what you are looking for is here?"

Lucy put a small smile on her lips and dipped her head. Sango had knocked out Miroku after he grouped this man's Head Chatelains' posterior. A part of her was happy he knew what a demon hunter was, and Demons. In fact, this man, Nobunaga Oda, knew who Toga was and hadn't asked many questions about how a great demon general was alive again.

"Fine, I can leave it at that. But I am curious about you, woman. Your hair is blond like that of the few westerners that have come to Nihon to peddle their wares. But you do not seem to be like them. And if what my subordinate said is true, you put him face-first into the ground with a simple kick."

There was no question; it was a full-on statement. Again, Lucy just dipped her head in acknowledgment. Her eyes were watching him closely, reading his body language for any hint of ulterior motives.

"I find it hard to believe a petite woman who is overly endowed could do that with a kick. You look like a poor example of a Geisha. Though you sit there and act like a proper lady from a Nobles house."

It was hard for Lucy to keep the twitching from her face as she felt her smile become even tighter and forced. If asked, she would more than demonstrate on his person. She had been informed of what a Geisha was, and she was not a paid whore for those with money. Hell, she was still a virgin, for fucks sake. This world and their mycologist manners were pissing her off. If he has seen her in the outfit she had originally shown up in, he'd probably have some mental and physical issues.

"Do you have nothing to say?"

At this, Lucy let her smile get wider, sweeter as she narrowed her eyes at this man or rather WarLord. The way he arched an eyebrow and seemed to smirk in return was telling.

"To tell you the truth, Sir Oda, I am of noble birth. But frankly, being objectified as chattel and something to be sold off to a man three times my age is just sickening. Especially if it was for nothing more than money, prestige. I do have a brain between my ears, so do not think I am an idiot," Lucy said, her voice getting low and soft, yet staying polite and respectful (mostly). "And I have fought my share of battles. If you'd like, I can prove to you that I did as you were told."

The way his other eyebrow inched its way up to his forehead as the other men, all warlords under him, stared aghast at her. Lucy knew they all knew it was a challenge and one-pointedly directed. From behind her, there was soft chuckling that Lucy knew came from Toga, accompanied by a snort of derision from Sesshomaru. She knew he was still pissed that their sparring match had been interrupted.

"You have guts, little girl. But you also speak the truth and are valid reasons, even if it is a woman's place to do as her father wishes. But I will take you up on that offer, a small match of sumo wrestling. And if you can knock down, pin, or even move the one I chose outside of the designated area, you and your group are free to roam my lands unheeded for what you are looking for. Deal?"

The way the air in the room became tense; Lucy knew she had no choice. And something told her that this match wouldn't be something she was familiar with. Even still, Lucy sat straighter and gave a quick, short, and sharp nod of her head.

"Good, then everyone outside. A sumo match it is!"

Lucy didn't understand what Sumo was, but she was sure that she'd get a brief crash course. And one way or another, she'd do her damnedest to win.

Sesshomaru just stared at the impromptu sumo wring. It had been rather amusing to see Lucy's face go red as her opponent emerged in nothing but the mawashi that was worn during the Sumo match. The amused laughter (at her expense) from the gathered warlords, except for Nobunaga, as well as his brother, had only made blush darker. But he could tell that it wasn't from embarrassment.

Of all the people that this man, Oda Nobunaga, had chosen was his right-hand man Mitsuhide Akechi. While he looked mild mannered, he was well aware of his feats as a warrior. Not that he cared for humans, but Sesshomaru would be foolish not to keep track of those humans that did pose a potential threat. And after talking at length with the Miko Kagome, he knew these men would change the flow of history that would give rise to the time period the Miko had lived in.

Though he still wanted to take the damn woman to task for her comments from earlier. He'd give Lucy some acknowledgment for finding the right way to anger him and make him lose control. It was the purpose of that exercise, but she didn't heed him when he said to leave off. No, she goaded him until his beast rose and made him kill her, which brought that strange and damnable shield out. It was curious that the Shikon would help her when it was nothing but a bauble intent on mischief.

"Oh! Look at that!"

Let his eyes narrow as he watched the two grapple. Mitsuhide was at least a good four inches taller than Lucy and easily bodywise out massed her. But the way she slid her feet wider in the loose sand, lowering her body's center of gravity, he couldn't help the corner of his mouth twitch upward. He was well aware that she could fight, was oddly stronger than one would think looking at her. Or that her sense of balance was exceptionally good with how large her chest was. No, she was a smart and fierce, tiny human female.

In seconds the flow of the match shifted as Akechi's eyes went wide as Lucy lunged in as she let go of one of his hands and grasped the edge of his mawashi and jabbed her shoulder into his chest. The way her feet spun in the loose sand as she shifted her own body weight, keeping her center of gravity low. It was almost beautiful with the fluidity as she lifted the man up and over her shoulder and then to drop him on his back on the soft ground.

"Match Set!"

Sesshomaru stood from where he had sat on the provided tatami mat, his father beside him rising as well. When Lucy spun and looked directly at him, openly ignoring Nobunaga and all his vassals, he saw the way her brown eyes sparked in open defiance at him alone. He knew it was another challenge, but he just tilted his and earned a small smile from her.

"I concede you are more than capable as a woman and fighter. You may roam my lands freely on your journey. And if you ever get bored, you may come back and warm my bed."

Sesshomaru went still as what seemed to be a dark aura full of killing intent leaked out from Lucy. It was rather impressive and made him suddenly question if she might have demon blood in her before dismissing it. Instead, opting to watch silently as Lucy rounded on Oda Nobunaga and told him to go, fuck himself, with some rather graphic hand signs to make sure he understood her.

TBC!

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