Misoa CG: I don't mind the hugging, it's the suffocating that gets. By the way Kouga: Yes. Sesshoumaru: No, but gets a metion.
Ayanna Wildfire: I'm glad you are enjoying it. The answer to this question is this chapter. Enjoy! ^_^
The Biker Mice Meet Dog Boy
Chapter 4
…Or More
"Oh mama…" Modo breathed.
"They were just kids…" Charley sounded on the verge of tears. The mice, bikes, and humans where trapped inside a side room of the garage and could only watch as the garage was assaulted by Limburger's goons. Somewhere among the laser fire, dust, and smoke; Inu-Yasha, Kagome, and Shippou were trapped.
"Miroku, we have to do something!" Sango yelled. The priest nodded and, before the mice could stop him, dashed out of the room into the main garage.
"Air Rip!" He pulled the rosary from around his right hand and thrust it out in front of himself. Everything, that wasn't nailed down, with in 100ft in front of him began to gravitate towards and be sucked into his out stretched palm. The dust, smoke, debris, and most importantly, the laser fire were all pulled in. This left the scene of Inu-Yasha, Kagome, and Shippou kneeling, several feet behind him, on the floor in a pool of blood at least three feet in diameter. Most of the blood seemed to belong to Inu-Yasha, who had taken the attack full in the back to protect the two smaller forms wrapped tightly in his arms. The back of his Kimono was a deadly shade of red and even the ends of his long silver-white hair dripped with the life giving liquid.
"Sango, help me!" Miroku screamed, "I can't keep this up much longer!" The huntress rushed out of the room pulling the giant boomerang from her back. With an all mighty throw sent the weapon spinning through the air, bending or snapping any gun it came in contact with. It returned to her and she caught it with one hand, the force causing her to slip back a few feet. With the guns dispatched, Miroku placed the rosary back around his hand, closing the Air Rip.
"You Bastards!" Called a deadly calm voice. All attention was pulled back to Inu-Yasha, who was not only alive, but also standing. Kagome and Shippou sat where he had left them, neither looked hurt. Inu-Yasha's hand went to his sword. The look on his face as he staggered forward was twisted beyond rage. "You fucking bastards are going to pay for that. Miroku, Sango, get out of the way!" He all but growled the command and the two humans had enough sense to do as he said. He drew the sword, which changed from a rusty old katana to the giant fang, and held it in front of him.
"Kaze no Kizu!" Inu-Yasha called out as he swung the sword in a diagonal arch. As he did the blade lit up with a golden light, and released ten or twelve matching flaxen arches. The light blades shot forward slicing through anything and everything in their path. When the blades had faded from existence all that remained of Limburger's goon squad were hunks of metal and smoldering flesh lain on bloodied streets. The scenery that surrounded the massacre was torn beyond repair, ripped and riddled with deep cuts as if some great monster had sunken it's claws deep into the earth.
The demon responsible was still standing; his sword embedded in the asphalt at his feet. His every breath came as nothing more then a chest-vibrating growl. He teeth were bared, his eyes narrowed, his ears back. Every muscle in his body was tense with exertion. Blood was still coming from his back in a steady flow, though slower then before.
"Inu-Yasha…" Kagome's voice was just above a whisper. The demon looked over his shoulder at her, seeming to check her for injuries. Then his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell forward. The sword clattered to the floor as it transformed once again into the rusty katana.
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Throttle stood behind the couch, taking in the scene before him. Charley and Vinnie were helping Sango mix some sort of herbs. Modo was playing with Shippou and Kirara, helping to relax the young child. Miroku was sitting on the floor meditating. Kagome was seated in the couch with Inu-Yasha's head resting in her lap. Tears stained her cheeks as she soothingly ran her fingers through her savior's hair. The top half of the demon's body was covered in bandages, with his Kimono top covering him for warmth. The boy's breath came in slow and shallow, just as it had been for the past few hours.
Throttle marveled at the boy and at the same time felt so sorry for the girl. He had seen enough war and suffering to know that this kid couldn't possibly live through his injuries, it was really only a matter of time. But this boy had willingly sacrificed himself to save Kagome, then with the last of his strength had killed those who sought to hurt her. He looked sympathetically at Kagome as she pulled her hand from Inu-Yasha's hair to wipe her eyes.
"Don't stop…" Inu-Yasha's voice caught every one off guard.
"Inu-Yasha…?" Kagome asked in a shaky, unsure voice.
"What is it wench?" he asked opening one golden eye to gaze up at her.
"Are you…How are you feeling?" she choked out.
"I'd be better if you'd get these damned bandages off me. I haven't taken a good breath in over an hour." He opened the other eye, but still looked rather drowsy.
"I hate to break this to you kid," Throttle said, finally getting over the shock that the kid was awake, "But you've been torn up pretty badly. Those bandages will have to stay on for a while." He kept the part about not thinking the kid would live to himself.
"Feh!" Inu-Yasha replied and to the tune of the protesting mice and Charley, sat up. With a quick swipe of his clawed hands, the bloodied bandages fell to the floor in shreds. The Mice and Charley's jaws hit the floor with a collective clunk. There wasn't a mark on him. The boy's back should have been Swiss Cheese, but instead it was smooth and perfect as if nothing had happened. The only remains of the event were patches of dried blood. He tilted his head towards Charley, "I need a bath." The poor woman could only point him towards the bathroom at the end of the hall.
"Come on," Kagome said taking his hand in hers and leading him in the indicated direction, "I'll show you how to work a shower."
"Modo-chan?" Shippou asked. Modo didn't seem to hear the little child right in front of him. "Modo-chan!?" Shippou called out a little more insistently and pulled on his ear for emphasis.
"Huh? What is it lil' bro?" Modo answered as he came out of his shocked silence.
"What is that beeping sound?" Modo tilted his head to listen. Indeed there was a beeping sound coming up from the garage bay.
"Sounds like Lil' Hoss is callin'."
"Lil' Hoss?" Shippou asked.
"That's my bike. Come on, Ah'll introduce ya." Modo said picking up the tiny fox demon and heading down stairs.
"How the Hell!!!!" Vinnie asked, "He should… He was… We saw… All the…?"
"Inu-Yasha is a demon." Miroku said without opening an eye and sounding as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "His body's ability to take punishment and recover afterwards is much greater then that of a normal human."
"Hey Bros," Modo called up from the garage, "We're gettin' a message from Stoker." The two mice, Charley, and the curious kids from the feudal era quickly joined him around the purple/blue fat-boy. Modo had set Shippou on the seat as the group leaned over to look at the small screen. A slightly aged brown furred, chocolate haired mouse with a rather Vinnie-ish smile grinned up at them.
"Hey Bros." Stoker greeted. This had the effect of causing Shippou, Sango, and Miroku to scramble backwards babbling about moving, talking paintings. Stoker cocked a confused eyebrow.
"I'll explain later." Throttle sighed.
"Ok… any way… I got those supplies you bros requested, mostly anyway. But it was the best we could do."
"We?" Vinnie asked.
"Hi Uncle Modo!" A cream furred skunk striped haired mouse of about 19 said popping into the picture.
"Rimfire!" Modo exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"
"The crates are heavy, and the old man needed help." The young mouse replied in a mocking voice.
"Like I need a hole in my head!" Stoker snapped and pushed Rimfire away from the screen, "Any way, we are about an hour out and need a place to land. Is the field ok?"
"Yeah, it should be empty." Throttle replied.
"What is with the kids?" He asked motioning to Shippou, who leapt to hide behind Modo when the 'painting' looked at him. Modo chuckled softly and gave the kit a tender pat on the head.
"Believe it or not, these kids are Limburger's latest plan to knock us off." Vinnie answered with a bemused smirk. Stoker quirked an eyebrow.
"Getting' a bit desperate is he?" Stoker laughed.
"Not as much as one would think…" Throttle said softly. "Anyway see you in an hour or so." Stoker nodded and the screen blinked off.
