This is a sequel to my original story Present Day Demons - which I honestly never thought I'd write a sequel for. I have to give credit to evolution-500, without who's encouragement it probably never would have been - thank you for the suggestions! If you haven't read the first story (or it's just been way too long ago) you could probably still read this without getting too lost. The story picks up right where the epilogue left off.
Tokyo Japan, Higurashi residence...
Jotting down equations absently on her algebra assignment, Higurashi Kagome took a moment to expel a wistful sigh, once again allowing the day's events to replay in her mind. Her gaze drifted out the window to the space on the lawn where she'd first laid eyes on him. The sun had sank, however, and all her eyes beheld was the distant twinkling of the city in twilight. Her mind could, never-the-less, picture every detail of the massive tour bus skidded haphazardly onto her family's property. The deep ruts from the tire tracks, scarring the soft earth in its wake, would remain for many weeks as a happy reminder of the best day ever.
Lost in reverie, she scarcely noticed a yellow pair of eyes slowly burning a hole in her back.
"I will remember this," vowed a sullen voice, abruptly reminding her that she had company.
Kagome turned to look at the dour hanyou perched across from her on the bed. "Don't be so dramatic, Inuyasha, I'm sure it wasn't that bad."
"As if you care," he retorted, "you were so anxious to throw me to that crazed mercenary so you could meet your precious Ri-ki-what's-his-face - you betrayed me!"
"I did not," she protested, slapping her pencil down on the desk. "I told you it was a surprise because Wade asked me to - how could I know you'd get so riled up about just spending a little time with him?"
"How could you not know; isn't that why he had to bribe you to get me here?"
"He didn't... bribe me," she glanced evasively down at her text book.
"Keh!"
"Look...how do I put this in a way that you'll understand? Meeting Ricky Martin is like meeting a daimyo or - a - a god or something!"
Inuyasha scratched his ear with his foot, "So what? I've met both of those before; I didn't think they were that impressive."
"Well, I'm sorry you had such a bad time-"
"Bad time?! He blew himself and me up! You'd have a 'bad time' too!"
"-Why don't you lay down and sleep, or wait for me to finish my homework on the other side of the well? I can catch up with you tomorrow..."
"I'm not leaving here until you're finished, and then we're outta here," he jerked a clawed thumb over his shoulder for emphasis. "That maniac is still running loose out there - I can smell 'im! Besides, you'd already be finished by now if you didn't stop to sigh all the time!"
"I'm sighing because you're annoying," she responded through gritted teeth.
"Really? Are you sure it isn't because of Riki-Daimyo-samma," he sneered.
"Martin," she spat, "and you leave him out of this - I'd 'sit' you, but I don't want to break my bed!"
The half-demon reflexively flinched, sinking once again into sullen silence. His amber eyes continued to glare accusatorily at her.
Kagome swiveled back around to her awaiting algebra, scowling at the indifferent equations patiently awaiting her attention. It was going to be a long night.
Somewhere else in Tokyo...
"Ooooohhhh the Eastern Sea so bluuueee..." bellowed a very wasted Deadpool who stumbled off the sidewalk into the grass, tripping headlong down a steep hill until he'd rolled harmlessly to the edge of a canal.
"Things are easy when you're big in Japaaaan," he continued singing as he lay staring up at the night sky.
The day had started out amusingly enough with himself and Inuyasha capering through Tokyo, but at some point while Deadpool was distracted by the loss of his second favorite finger in a moped mishap, the sneaky little dickens had gotten away from him and jumped back through the well. No skin off his yellow country teeth if Farfel didn't want to hang out with him, he could still have fun on his own. And so he had: first hitting the karaoke bars and then, after several rounds, stopping by a cat café for a quick bite - only to be notified by management that the cats were not actually part of the menu. This, he'd argued, was false advertising; he was thrown out none-the-less.
Soon afterwards came a little host club visit, immediately followed by a very entertaining row with some yakuza that really brought back memories for the mercenary. After that, more bars, then things got a bit hazy up until now as he gazed blearily around him. Presently spotting a nearby bridge where the local hoodlums met to beat each other up, Wade crawled through the broken glass and cigarette butts until he found a nice, comfortable concrete incline to prop himself against.
With a contented sigh, the merc closed his eyes and didn't open them again until the morning sun seared through his closed lids.
"Uuuughhh," the killer groaned disgustedly as he was bitch-slapped back into consciousness by a brand new day - the pleasant dream of meeting up with his beloved Death while touring Tokyo, roughly batted aside. His dark, sultry, lover had just taken him up on a Ferris wheel ride where they were about to join the Mile High Club while the disembodied, floating heads of Colonel Sanders, Paul Newman, and the Quaker Oats guy, cheered them on.
Squinting against the breaking dawn, he willed himself into a sitting position as he reoriented himself to his surroundings.
"Speaking of disappointing sex fantasies, I wonder how Kag's date with Menudo's favorite son went yesterday," he muttered aloud, dislodging and tossing away someone's rusty jackknife he'd apparently been laying against all night. "Welp, time to kick this day in its sunshiny ass; guess I should mosey on over one last time and say sayonara before I pop out of everyone's lives for good." He got to his feet and set his teleporter to the desired coordinates before vanishing.
Wade frowned, suddenly finding himself on a street corner outside 7-Eleven. "This doesn't seem right...gotta recalibrate this thing!" He gave the device on his belt a hearty punch, "Come on, Betty, does this look like a place I want to go?"
A sharp plaintive ping was its only response.
"Eeek! Sorry, sorry," he stroked the small computer appeasingly, "Shh, shhh... Actually, I do have a sudden erotic craving for some instant oatmeal; I should pick some up while I'm here."
Deadpool glanced around the busy suburban streets, "It can't be too far anyway - I'll just walk the rest of the way."
The merc picked up plenty of eye tracks as he made his way though a maze of subdivisions and side streets, people giving the hulking man plenty of personal space due to his neglect to activate his image inducer - even as he pulled up his mask slightly to pour a packet of dry oatmeal into his mouth with a low moan. At length, he paused, tossing aside yet another empty package, as he stared hard in the direction he'd thought he should be heading and saw nothing familiar. He glanced back down at the teleportation device.
"Well Betty, care to try again?"
He started to re-enter his coordinates, then paused as something grabbed his eye. Just feet away and seemingly immersed in deep conversation with a fountain statue, a teenaged boy with a large knapsack on his back stood holding a paper bag with familiar imagery on it. Wade immediately recognized the souvenir bag from Higurashi Shrine.
"So what I'm trying to say, Akane-san, is that I l-lo-lov -ahem- I mean I'm very fond of -" the kid groaned in frustration, turning away from the engraved cherub only to jump as he came face to face with a large red and black hooded man.
Deadpool placed a hand on the stupidly grinning statue that gurgled water lazily from its mouth, "Excuse me, can I borrow your friend for a sec?" He turned back to the furiously blushing and bewildered youth, "Hi, I don't mean to interrupt your canoodle time, but I couldn't help noticing you have a bag from a local shrine that I've been trying to find all morning."
The kid looked dismayed, but to his credit, didn't immediately bolt in the opposite direction from Wade. "Uh, yeah, I just came from there."
"Could you point me in the right direction by any chance?"
The teenager thought for a second, started to point one way, then paused, looking uncertainly around him. "Sorry," he finally apologized, "I'm just a tourist as well, I'm not familiar with the area." With a curt nod, he adjusted the pack on his shoulders and turned to leave.
Deadpool quirked his head at this, "But you said you just came from there - how far away is it?"
"I - I'm not sure," the other responded without turning around.
"Really?" the mercenary leaned his arm against the statue's head, "You can't even point out the general direction you just came from - how stupid are you?"
The boy wheeled around hotly, "Look I don't remember, okay, so if you have something to say about it, then..." his hand reached for a red umbrella resting atop his backpack.
The masked man looked on, intrigued.
Taking a step forward, the kid suddenly froze as an arc of water flew through the air and hit him squarely in the side of his face, drenching his hair and clothing.
From across the narrow alleyway, a tiny old woman, bent with age, flung water from a ladle, then turned and shuffled slowly back into her house.
When Deadpool turned back to the kid, he was suddenly gone. His clothes lay in a pile on the ground along with his belongings.
"Holy balls! He stripped naked and ran off faster than Pietro Maximoff wearing a fire ant unitard!"
The merc crossed to the mound of personal effects and began to rummage through them, "Whoa - what the hell's this umbrella made of?" He raised and lowered the object one-armed like a dumbbell, "I can barely lift this thing -ooohh!" Abruptly dropping the umbrella, Wade's attention immediately shifted to the pack and what was inside it, "Ramen...and Pop tarts!" He rummaged further, pocketing various items as he went along.
Engrossed in his plundering, he never saw a small, black projectile hurtle out of nowhere, smacking him upside the head. Tiny hooves of fury batted him from all sides. A bemused Wade looked up belatedly at the assault, plucking the piglet off of him by its bright yellow scarf. The little animal let out a wrathful grunt, glaring back.
"Piggy!" cried the mercenary, squeezing the squirming creature to his breast. "I will name him George, and I will love him and pet him and sit on him like a mother hen!"
The pig used its sharp teeth on him, but to no avail. Deadpool only squeezed him tighter.
"Whatever the hell you're doing, Wilson, knock it off," a new voice abruptly interjected.
Wade's spine stiffened at the unexpected, yet familiar voice coming from behind him. He turned slowly around to face the person who spoke, letting out a disbelieving laugh.
"I've got a job for you," declared the other man.
And so concludes chapter one...If you don't recognize the boy with the bag, I suggest you check out Ranma 1/2. Thanks for reading!