Well, I wonder if the format on chapter 8 will be fixed by the time this is
up. Hopefully, since the formatting issue isn't visible in the word
document format, and I just used the exact same methods as always. Ah
well. I started this on Thursday, but it's Saturday now, as I finish this.
I have to work on chapter 8's formatting some more. Hopefully this one
will work.
Disclaimer: Do you honestly think that if I owned Inu-Yasha or Buffy I'd be sitting in my dad's home office typing up fan fiction? Do ya?
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Inu-Yasha plodded on, slightly discouraged at the fact that people were still freaking out when he tried to talk to them. He reached up to make sure his ears were covered, and they were. He shook his head, bewildered.
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Buffy shouldered her backpack, and headed for home. She'd been assigned yet more homework she would probably never have the time to do, and she felt like she was running out of time. Who knew when the dog demon would attack next?
Willow jogged up beside Buffy.
"Want to go to the Bronze tonight, take your mind off things?" asked Willow.
"Nah, Will, I have a lot to get done tonight, like homework, and battling the forces of darkness. Not much time for the Bronze tonight."
Willow looked disappointed. Buffy looked over at her, and reconsidered.
"Then again, its not like I know where to find this Inu guy. It probably wouldn't hurt to have a good time for once."
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Night fell, and Inu-Yasha was still walking along, asking for directions. He grumbled to himself in Japanese about how stupid this place, and these people, and their language, and pretty much everything in the area was. He managed to frighten three people into crossing to the other side of the street this way, without ever even looking at them.
He sighed, and stopped where he was. These people were obviously completely useless. He'd be better off just going in a random direction, and hoping he got to Japan eventually. So, he started walking again, having just decided to use that method.
Unknown to him, Inu-Yasha was walking west. So, also unknown to him, what happened next was a pretty lucky thing to happen.
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Buffy, Willow, and Xander sat around a little table in the Bronze, each with a soda. It was too bad there were laws about beer.
They had tried to make small talk for a while, but now they sat in what would have been silence, had they not been in a large dark room full of people, drinks, and music. The band was terrible tonight. Buffy hadn't been much in the mood to talk, and it was fairly obvious to both Xander and Willow that she was short on sleep. Her bloodshot eyes stared at them as she rested her chin on her hand.
"I'm going to go get us more drinks," said Xander, desiring to escape for a few minutes. He hopped out of his chair, and headed over to the bar. Willow hesitated a moment, and followed him.
Buffy continued to stare into space, elbow resting on the table in front of her. Three completely full glasses sat on the table, trickling water from their sides.
She shook herself and looked around. Xander and Willow were nowhere to be seen. She sighed, and left the Bronze.
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Inu-Yasha paused in front of a building with a large, bright sign on the front. He did not know that it was the Bronze, but he could suddenly smell the psychotic blonde girl. He rolled his eyes, and started moving again, more quickly now.
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Buffy emerged from the Bronze and sniffed the night air. She shook herself again, trying to become more alert. It was noticeably cooler outside, and she shivered a bit.
Suddenly, she saw a flash of red cloth. She snapped alert, and hurried around the front of the building. Inu-Yasha was walking down the street, his back to her. She half smiled half grimaced, and checked her pocket. To her relief, the whistle was still there. She started walking after Inu- Yasha, staying in the shadows.
Inu-Yasha sensed her presence behind him. His ears popped up, and he swiveled them as far back as her could, to catch the noises Buffy made as she walked. He quickened his pace. Couldn't she just leave him alone? He was, after all, just trying to get home!
Buffy saw Inu-Yasha's ears go up, and realized that he knew she was there. She frowned. It meant that she would have no chance at a surprise attack. She broke into a run, sprinting towards his back, and pulling a stake out of her bag as she went.
Inu-Yasha spun around, and leapt up into the air, looking down as Buffy barreled past underneath him. He oriented himself in midair, so that when he came down, he landed behind Buffy, facing her.
Buffy skidded to a stop and turned. Inu-Yasha had taken up a fighting stance, claws held threateningly. She jumped at him, intending to kick him in the face, but he dodged easily aside, grinning a little. She may have beaten him before, but never in a fair fight. He was confident he would come away as the victor.
Buffy mentally scolded herself as she realized what she was doing. Why was she just trying to beat him in hand-to-hand combat when she had the dog whistle? She reached into her pocket and clasped the little whistle. She pulled it out, and started to lift it to her lips.
Inu-Yasha saw her holding the whistle, and remembered having seen it before. He suddenly realized that it was what had made the noise that hurt his ears so much in the fight he and Spike had fought against the Slayer. He growled, and leapt forward, reaching for her hand.
Buffy twitched to the side, and his claws missed their target, cutting through the left sleeve of her shirt, and drawing blood from her arm. Buffy got the whistle to her lips, but just as she began to blow on it, Inu- Yasha managed to slash her right hand, leaving streaks of blood down her wrist. She cried out and dropped the whistle.
Inu-Yasha dove for the shiny little weapon, but Buffy kicked at him, and scored a hit on his shoulder. It didn't hurt him very much at all, but it slowed him down just long enough for Buffy to reach down and grab the whistle again. Inu-Yasha's hand shot out, and he grabbed her wrist, drawing more blood from her as his claws dug into her skin. Her grip on the whistle loosened, and he snatched it from her fingers.
Buffy swung her left hand wildly toward Inu-Yasha's head. She caught him on the ear, and he was stunned for an instant. His ear rang for a moment with the blow, but he recovered just in time to prevent her from taking the whistle back. He grinned a bit, and tried to step back from her. He had, however, forgotten that he was still holding her wrist, claws digging even more fiercely now into her. He released her hand, but not in time to dodge a kick in the right knee and a punch from her left hand to his shoulder.
"*MY KNEE! STUPID WENCH!*" yelled Inu-Yasha, hopping backwards on one foot, before setting his right foot back down, testing it a moment before putting his weight back on it.
Buffy took this delay to lunge forward again, trying to connect her fist with one of his kidneys. Inu-Yasha dodged the blow, and struck at Buffy with his fists. He hit her a couple of times, and she was stunned. He kept hitting her as much and as hard as he could, and she went down for a moment. He kicked at her, but she somehow managed to grab his ankle, and throw him off balance.
Inu-Yasha landed on the ground beside Buffy. She pushed herself up, and went for his hands, to try to recover the whistle, which he still had. He responded by rolling out of the way and hopping back to his feet.
Buffy was discouraged, to say the least. She was bleeding from wounds on both arms, and her opponent was still jumping around with ease.
Inu-Yasha was a bit worse off than Buffy thought, but he refused to show it, and it hardly mattered. She was obviously hurting enough already that he would win easily. He grinned at her, acting as though he was having the time of his life.
Buffy went for him again, but he caught her on the side of her head, and sent her sprawling. She struggled to recover, but he went over to her and hit her on the back of her head pretty hard, and knocked her unconscious.
He looked at the prize in his hand. The whistle was tiny, and looked worthless, but he knew it had to be what had caused him so much trouble. He knelt, and placed it on the sidewalk. He found a rock, and smashed it.
Inu-Yasha shook his head, and walked off down the street, leaving Buffy with the remains of the whistle beside her.
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Yeah. I just thought Inu-Yasha should win for once.R&R!
Disclaimer: Do you honestly think that if I owned Inu-Yasha or Buffy I'd be sitting in my dad's home office typing up fan fiction? Do ya?
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Inu-Yasha plodded on, slightly discouraged at the fact that people were still freaking out when he tried to talk to them. He reached up to make sure his ears were covered, and they were. He shook his head, bewildered.
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Buffy shouldered her backpack, and headed for home. She'd been assigned yet more homework she would probably never have the time to do, and she felt like she was running out of time. Who knew when the dog demon would attack next?
Willow jogged up beside Buffy.
"Want to go to the Bronze tonight, take your mind off things?" asked Willow.
"Nah, Will, I have a lot to get done tonight, like homework, and battling the forces of darkness. Not much time for the Bronze tonight."
Willow looked disappointed. Buffy looked over at her, and reconsidered.
"Then again, its not like I know where to find this Inu guy. It probably wouldn't hurt to have a good time for once."
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Night fell, and Inu-Yasha was still walking along, asking for directions. He grumbled to himself in Japanese about how stupid this place, and these people, and their language, and pretty much everything in the area was. He managed to frighten three people into crossing to the other side of the street this way, without ever even looking at them.
He sighed, and stopped where he was. These people were obviously completely useless. He'd be better off just going in a random direction, and hoping he got to Japan eventually. So, he started walking again, having just decided to use that method.
Unknown to him, Inu-Yasha was walking west. So, also unknown to him, what happened next was a pretty lucky thing to happen.
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Buffy, Willow, and Xander sat around a little table in the Bronze, each with a soda. It was too bad there were laws about beer.
They had tried to make small talk for a while, but now they sat in what would have been silence, had they not been in a large dark room full of people, drinks, and music. The band was terrible tonight. Buffy hadn't been much in the mood to talk, and it was fairly obvious to both Xander and Willow that she was short on sleep. Her bloodshot eyes stared at them as she rested her chin on her hand.
"I'm going to go get us more drinks," said Xander, desiring to escape for a few minutes. He hopped out of his chair, and headed over to the bar. Willow hesitated a moment, and followed him.
Buffy continued to stare into space, elbow resting on the table in front of her. Three completely full glasses sat on the table, trickling water from their sides.
She shook herself and looked around. Xander and Willow were nowhere to be seen. She sighed, and left the Bronze.
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Inu-Yasha paused in front of a building with a large, bright sign on the front. He did not know that it was the Bronze, but he could suddenly smell the psychotic blonde girl. He rolled his eyes, and started moving again, more quickly now.
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Buffy emerged from the Bronze and sniffed the night air. She shook herself again, trying to become more alert. It was noticeably cooler outside, and she shivered a bit.
Suddenly, she saw a flash of red cloth. She snapped alert, and hurried around the front of the building. Inu-Yasha was walking down the street, his back to her. She half smiled half grimaced, and checked her pocket. To her relief, the whistle was still there. She started walking after Inu- Yasha, staying in the shadows.
Inu-Yasha sensed her presence behind him. His ears popped up, and he swiveled them as far back as her could, to catch the noises Buffy made as she walked. He quickened his pace. Couldn't she just leave him alone? He was, after all, just trying to get home!
Buffy saw Inu-Yasha's ears go up, and realized that he knew she was there. She frowned. It meant that she would have no chance at a surprise attack. She broke into a run, sprinting towards his back, and pulling a stake out of her bag as she went.
Inu-Yasha spun around, and leapt up into the air, looking down as Buffy barreled past underneath him. He oriented himself in midair, so that when he came down, he landed behind Buffy, facing her.
Buffy skidded to a stop and turned. Inu-Yasha had taken up a fighting stance, claws held threateningly. She jumped at him, intending to kick him in the face, but he dodged easily aside, grinning a little. She may have beaten him before, but never in a fair fight. He was confident he would come away as the victor.
Buffy mentally scolded herself as she realized what she was doing. Why was she just trying to beat him in hand-to-hand combat when she had the dog whistle? She reached into her pocket and clasped the little whistle. She pulled it out, and started to lift it to her lips.
Inu-Yasha saw her holding the whistle, and remembered having seen it before. He suddenly realized that it was what had made the noise that hurt his ears so much in the fight he and Spike had fought against the Slayer. He growled, and leapt forward, reaching for her hand.
Buffy twitched to the side, and his claws missed their target, cutting through the left sleeve of her shirt, and drawing blood from her arm. Buffy got the whistle to her lips, but just as she began to blow on it, Inu- Yasha managed to slash her right hand, leaving streaks of blood down her wrist. She cried out and dropped the whistle.
Inu-Yasha dove for the shiny little weapon, but Buffy kicked at him, and scored a hit on his shoulder. It didn't hurt him very much at all, but it slowed him down just long enough for Buffy to reach down and grab the whistle again. Inu-Yasha's hand shot out, and he grabbed her wrist, drawing more blood from her as his claws dug into her skin. Her grip on the whistle loosened, and he snatched it from her fingers.
Buffy swung her left hand wildly toward Inu-Yasha's head. She caught him on the ear, and he was stunned for an instant. His ear rang for a moment with the blow, but he recovered just in time to prevent her from taking the whistle back. He grinned a bit, and tried to step back from her. He had, however, forgotten that he was still holding her wrist, claws digging even more fiercely now into her. He released her hand, but not in time to dodge a kick in the right knee and a punch from her left hand to his shoulder.
"*MY KNEE! STUPID WENCH!*" yelled Inu-Yasha, hopping backwards on one foot, before setting his right foot back down, testing it a moment before putting his weight back on it.
Buffy took this delay to lunge forward again, trying to connect her fist with one of his kidneys. Inu-Yasha dodged the blow, and struck at Buffy with his fists. He hit her a couple of times, and she was stunned. He kept hitting her as much and as hard as he could, and she went down for a moment. He kicked at her, but she somehow managed to grab his ankle, and throw him off balance.
Inu-Yasha landed on the ground beside Buffy. She pushed herself up, and went for his hands, to try to recover the whistle, which he still had. He responded by rolling out of the way and hopping back to his feet.
Buffy was discouraged, to say the least. She was bleeding from wounds on both arms, and her opponent was still jumping around with ease.
Inu-Yasha was a bit worse off than Buffy thought, but he refused to show it, and it hardly mattered. She was obviously hurting enough already that he would win easily. He grinned at her, acting as though he was having the time of his life.
Buffy went for him again, but he caught her on the side of her head, and sent her sprawling. She struggled to recover, but he went over to her and hit her on the back of her head pretty hard, and knocked her unconscious.
He looked at the prize in his hand. The whistle was tiny, and looked worthless, but he knew it had to be what had caused him so much trouble. He knelt, and placed it on the sidewalk. He found a rock, and smashed it.
Inu-Yasha shook his head, and walked off down the street, leaving Buffy with the remains of the whistle beside her.
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Yeah. I just thought Inu-Yasha should win for once.R&R!