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Misoa CG: ::gasp gasp:: Glad you are enjoying the fic. But if you suffocate me I can't finish.

The Biker Mice Meet Dog Boy

Chapter 3

Just Kids…

Throttle leaned against the wall and gazed out of one of the removed score panels over looking the playing field. His thoughts were wondering, but kept coming back to that Inu-Yasha kid. The image of him lifting Greasepit up by his throat was still fresh in his mind. What was this kid capable of? If that Kagome girl hadn't stepped in, would Greasepit still be alive? Or Modo for that matter?

"Hey Bro." The aforementioned mouse asked, "You ok?" Throttle turned back to look at his bros. Vinnie was taking his frustrations, probably over Miroku, out on a punching bag and Modo was lying on his bed idly tossing a football up and down.

"Yeah, Just thinkin'." He answered and looked back out at the city.

"Doesn't that hurt your head?" Vinnie teased as he stopped his assault for a breather.

"Not if you used to it." Throttle teased back with a grin. Modo chuckled and Vinnie snorted.

"Naw, Seriously," Modo asked, "What about?"

"That Inu-Yasha kid. Just wondering what he is capable of. I know he's fast and strong, but How fast and How strong?"

"You don't thing Charley is in danger do you." Vinnie asked cautiously, looking ready to run for his bike if Throttle gave the word.

"No. The only times he has shown open aggression was when that Kagome girl was in trouble or he felt threatened." He shook his head and grinned, "I guess we should just be thankful he's on our side."

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Greasepit stood, in a wastebasket, trembling in fear as he explained the events of the night to his boss. He clutched his arm, now in a sling, protectively close to his body and pointed to the bandages around his injured neck when he described being attacked.

Limburger pursed his lips as he took this information in. Had he expected the greasy lackey to succeed in catching one human girl? Not really, but he had had his hopes. He sighed as he turned to look out the window at the dying light and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. He had picked this group for two reasons: 1) to throw off the mice with their age and 2) because they were the best he had heard off in all the myths and legends he had read.

Now he needed to get rid of them before they became too tight with the mice. But if Greasepit's description of events was correct, and judging from the injuries they were, Inu-Yasha was stronger then he had anticipated. He would need… something… the kid couldn't break. Something…

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Charley Davidson woke the next morning to a series of noises that made the mice sound quiet.

"KAGOME! I'm hungry!!!" Inu-Yasha yelled at an ungodly level.

"It's too early to get up!" Shippou whined in response.

"Shut up Brat!!"

"OWW! Kagome, Inu-Yasha hit me!"

"Sit boy!"

CRASH!

"BITCH!"

"Miroku, you pervert!" That was Sango.

SMACK!

Charley groggily rolled over and looked at her clock, 4:30 am. The owner of the Last Chance rolled over and pulled her pillow over her head. Tomorrow the mice got them. No matter the consequences.

At 7:00 Charley made her way down the stairs to the garage bay and the kitchen behind. She entered the kitchen to find her guests and the mice sitting around in various states of mood. Kagome was cheerfully serving stacks of pancakes, blueberry if her nose was right. The mice each accepted their plate gratefully, only Vinnie looked slightly horrified that Kirara was begging food from him. Inu-Yasha was sitting on the floor attacking a bowl of Raman noodles. All the other guests where sitting at the table trying to eat their pancakes by using their knife and fork like chopsticks, with very little success.

"Good Morning!" Kagome chirped, "I made breakfast." She placed a plate of pancakes at the last place setting. Charley slide into her chair next to Vinnie and gave the girl an appreciative smile before Kagome turned to help her friends use their utensils properly.

"You're a very good cook Miss. Kagome-ma'am. These pancakes are as good as my Mama usta' make." Modo complimented. Kagome blushed, and Inu-Yasha growled.

"I must agree Lady Kagome." Miroku add, having finally gotten a bit in his mouth, "These pan-cakes are quit appealing. Just like my dear Sango."

"Don't push your luck, Monk." Sango glared and scooted her chair way from him. That was this moment that Inu-Yasha decided to voice the question that seemed to have been bugging him. Charley suddenly found him right in her face, and he was… sniffing her.

"You smell and look like a bitch, but you dress like a man. Why?" He asked in a totally innocent tone. The mice gave him strange looks, the rest of his friends seemed to be waiting for the answer, and Kagome gave him a patient smile.

"Inu-Yasha," Kagome said pulling him out of Charley's face by one of his long locks, "In my time it is perfectly acceptable for women to wear pants."

"Why?" he asked, again in perfect innocence.

"It's just the way things are now." Kagome replied, "Like how girls can move out on their own even if they are not married." Inu-Yasha's features darkened.

"You will NOT be moving out without a mate!" His choice of words caused a round of blushing.

"No, I'm NOT having this conversation with You." And so an argument commenced. It ended with the customary 'SIT' and 'BITCH'. Charley looked down at the half demon, which was currently kissing her floor, in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Kagome. But, What the Hell?"

"Huh?" Kagome asked, her face still flushed with anger.

"Every time you say 'sit' he goes face first into the ground."

"Oh, the subduing spell. It's the rosary, it's magic. All I have to do is say the s-word and he makes friends with the ground. Originally it was to keep him from killing me, but now it just keeps him in line…most of the time."

"Why would he want to kill you?" Vinnie asked, his brew furrowed in concern.

"I don't want to talk about it." Kagome said flatly.

"You wouldn't happen to have, oh say…three more of those on you, would you?" Charley asked. She couldn't hide the smile as the three mice stiffened.

"No I don't, sorry." Kagome replied her smile matching Charley's. The mice relaxed.

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The two groups passed the day trying to concoct a plan to get Inu-Yasha and Co. back to where they belonged. The fact that none of the kids remembered how they had gotten into Limburger's tower didn't help. The group had taken a break to clear their heads. Charley had gone back to working on a weapon for one of the bikes and the mice were giving the bikes a once over. Kagome was trying to teach Shippou to read one of her books, Miroku was currently unconscious on the floor with an angry Sango looming over him, and Inu-Yasha was sitting on the floor in his classic arms and legs folded, head bowed, eyes closed, don't-talk-to-me-I'm-thinking pose.

"Well," Vinnie thought out loud, "We can always go with the classic rush-in-beat-Limburger-and-Karbunkle-till-they-do-what-we-tell-them routine."

"It's tested and proven." Modo chimed in.

"And you got to love the classics." Throttle added.

"Yeah, but that doesn't solve the problem with Inu-Yasha and Shippou passing out from the smell." Kagome pointed out. Inu-Yasha gave an indignant snort.

"What kind of weakling do you take me for, wench?"

"Oh Inu-Yasha," Kagome said in a placating voice, "You're not a weakling, you just have sensitive nose. Besides, who will protect me if you aren't there?" Inu-Yasha blushed. Throttle gave a light chuckle and shook his head. That girl really knew how to manipulate that poor boy.

"I think I have a solution, though you may have to sacrifice your dignity." She left the room a returned shortly with a pair of swimming nose plugs. The mice all snorted with laughter. Kagome took one and fixed it on to Shippou, who didn't seem too happy about it. Charley handed the other to Inu-Yasha. He quirked an eyebrow at her, but took it and shoved it inside his Kimono.

The conversation trailed off, but the dog demon was no longer listening. He had grown accustomed to the sounds of engines, as Kagome called them. But something about the sounds around him now was unnerving. It was too quiet, and in the distance he could pick up a sound he had never heard before. It was like the engines but deeper and more airy. Lifting his head he looked down the street towards the source of the sound. Something shinny, like a well-polished sword, caught his eye. They looked like vehicles, that was another of Kagome's words, only different some how. He decided it was best to ask.

"Oi, wench. What are those?" He called over the conversation going on around him. Everyone looked out the bay door as he indicated.

"Those look like Limburger's goon, but what is that on their buggies?" Vinnie answered, then squinted, "And where is Grease-brain?"

"Probably still cowering somewhere." Modo offered.

Throttle pulled his helmet on, palmed on the screen, and zoomed in for a closer look. The buggies were definitely covered in some sort of metal domes, with only a rectangle cut out with enough room to see out of in the front, and a seam where the door would open on the sides. He watched as his helmet's computer analyzed it. After a minute the word 'Plutarkian Steel' blinked across his vision, as the goons in the background readied their weapons.

"MOVE!" He yelled. Bikes, humans, mice, and demons all ran for the cover of a side room without question. However, in her hurry to get herself and Shippou, who was in her arms, to safety, Kagome tripped over the book that lay before them. Her and Shippou crashed painfully to the ground as the goons started shooting.

"Kagome!" Inu-Yasha turned and ran back to her. He cupped her body to his own, Shippou between them, and his back towards the approaching danger. If he had planned to just jump to safety, his plan was mistimed. Inu-Yasha just had enough time to shield Shippou and Kagome before the lasers began to hit. Everyone else was helpless but to watch as the three children, along with everything else in the garage, were bombarded with laser fire. Not one of them even cried out.