The next afternoon, the sextet. . .
"A-HEM!" said Myoga loudly.
Excuse me. The next afternoon, the septet wandered from the hut they had stayed in over to the hut Nekoiya stayed in. Inu-Yasha was first, holding his sword instead of wearing it at his waist. They cautiously opened the door-drapes and peered in.
"You're here!" A clawed hand grabbed the dog-demon's arm and yanked him inside with surprising strength. The others followed. Nekoiya stood near the door, her hand holding onto Inu-Yasha's arm. Standing, she proved herself to be an inch or two taller than him. He held out the Tetsusaiga even as she handed over the Shikon shards.
"Um, what do you want with his sword?" ventured Kagome. Nekoiya whipped around to stare at her.
"None of your business! Now I must be going." She leaped straight up, through the roof, her fist punching an opening in it. Kagome watched as a shadow leaped with her, turning to look at her with slitted eyes. They looked familiar. . .
"Jaken!" she screamed.
"What?" everyone demanded, except Sango, who asked, "Who?"
"Jaken," said Kagome. "He went with Nekoiya. She was working for Sesshomaru all along. It was a trap!"
Inu-Yasha shook himself. "Well, what are we waiting for?" he snarled. "Damn her, she's not getting away with this! Come on!"
Nekoiya hurtled along in the air, humming to herself. Jaken rode on her back, clinging to her sword. She couldn't believe she had gotten the legendary Tetsusaiga this easily! Sesshomaru-sama would be pleased.
Suddenly another shape darted out of the trees and barreled straight into Nekoiya. The demon cat kept her death grip on the sword, while drawing her own sword from her back. Her attacker glared at her, dressed in a tattered, ripped red kimono embroidered with birds. Her shoulder-length auburn hair was done up in a bun on her head, and her light blue eyes had a maddened look to them.
"Tsume!" said Nekoiya and Jaken at the same time.
"Nekoiya!" said the other demon. She flexed her claws. "I've come for the sword."
"Fat chance. I got it, I deliver it, and it was my job to begin with."
Tsume stepped closer. Her hands opened and closed spasmodically, as if she could feel the sword in them already. "Oh, not anymore. The lord, in his delirium, entrusted the job to me, personally. He is expecting the Tetsusaiga delivered in my hands alone. Now give it to me!"
"Bitch!" snarled Nekoiya. "Taking advantage of him while he's ill."
A toss of her head was all Tsume's reply. "You would have done the same," she snapped.
Jaken cowered in the grass as the two prepared to fight.
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Ha-ha! Chapter Five is done now. Kinda short, I'll admit, but the next one will be longer. I think. Anyway, thanks all for reading it!!!
"A-HEM!" said Myoga loudly.
Excuse me. The next afternoon, the septet wandered from the hut they had stayed in over to the hut Nekoiya stayed in. Inu-Yasha was first, holding his sword instead of wearing it at his waist. They cautiously opened the door-drapes and peered in.
"You're here!" A clawed hand grabbed the dog-demon's arm and yanked him inside with surprising strength. The others followed. Nekoiya stood near the door, her hand holding onto Inu-Yasha's arm. Standing, she proved herself to be an inch or two taller than him. He held out the Tetsusaiga even as she handed over the Shikon shards.
"Um, what do you want with his sword?" ventured Kagome. Nekoiya whipped around to stare at her.
"None of your business! Now I must be going." She leaped straight up, through the roof, her fist punching an opening in it. Kagome watched as a shadow leaped with her, turning to look at her with slitted eyes. They looked familiar. . .
"Jaken!" she screamed.
"What?" everyone demanded, except Sango, who asked, "Who?"
"Jaken," said Kagome. "He went with Nekoiya. She was working for Sesshomaru all along. It was a trap!"
Inu-Yasha shook himself. "Well, what are we waiting for?" he snarled. "Damn her, she's not getting away with this! Come on!"
Nekoiya hurtled along in the air, humming to herself. Jaken rode on her back, clinging to her sword. She couldn't believe she had gotten the legendary Tetsusaiga this easily! Sesshomaru-sama would be pleased.
Suddenly another shape darted out of the trees and barreled straight into Nekoiya. The demon cat kept her death grip on the sword, while drawing her own sword from her back. Her attacker glared at her, dressed in a tattered, ripped red kimono embroidered with birds. Her shoulder-length auburn hair was done up in a bun on her head, and her light blue eyes had a maddened look to them.
"Tsume!" said Nekoiya and Jaken at the same time.
"Nekoiya!" said the other demon. She flexed her claws. "I've come for the sword."
"Fat chance. I got it, I deliver it, and it was my job to begin with."
Tsume stepped closer. Her hands opened and closed spasmodically, as if she could feel the sword in them already. "Oh, not anymore. The lord, in his delirium, entrusted the job to me, personally. He is expecting the Tetsusaiga delivered in my hands alone. Now give it to me!"
"Bitch!" snarled Nekoiya. "Taking advantage of him while he's ill."
A toss of her head was all Tsume's reply. "You would have done the same," she snapped.
Jaken cowered in the grass as the two prepared to fight.
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Ha-ha! Chapter Five is done now. Kinda short, I'll admit, but the next one will be longer. I think. Anyway, thanks all for reading it!!!