DISCLAIMER: See previous chapters~ Yee-up. Iifa-chan belongs t' me, while Nagasaki-san belongs t' mah friend, Adan~ Used wiff permission~
Writin' disclaimers at 2:48 in the mornin' ish a dangerous thing, folks~
Gunpowder
A golden eye glistened in the same light, not too far from where Vash the Stampede's sunglasses shined, surrounded by a pool of sunbathed, dark blue hair.
Legato Bluesummers stared at the small town, contemplating his move. He normally disliked killing unless he was in the mood, or if he was ordered to, but he was feeling unusually restless, and somewhat bored.
"...Nagasaki."
The young man, clad in his white shinobi outfit, only responded with a nod of his head, which Legato was able to see from the corner of his eye.
"I have yet to see your skills."
Nagasaki drew in a quick breath.
"...Or would you rather see the members of your village stained with blood~?"
The white shinobi's heart pounded, though he kept his eyes emotionless, bowed respectively, and then swiftly and skillfully jumped down from the cliff.
The blue-haired menace smiled.
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"Aren't you supposed to be in bed~?"
"I'll-Oh~!"
Inu-Yasha laid his ears back in annoyance as he walked Iifa through town.
"...You're really naive, y'know that~?"
"I think i'll manage, Inu-chan."
"Why do I always have to watch over you~? And don't call me that~!"
"You sure are lookin' better."
Iifa looked up upon hearing the black-haired man's voice.
"There you are, Nicholas."
"Oh... It's Preacher Man."
"Nice to see you, too, Dog Boy."
Inu-Yasha only lay his ears back further, and stalked off up the stairs.
"...I need a drink."
"What's eatin' him~?"
"Could be Myouga... I haven't seen you around much."
The Halfbreed stated, slowly and a tad painfully making her way up the steps to the bench sitting in front of the saloon.
"I've been out a bit. Are you alright~?"
"It's just a little pain. I'll be okay."
Iifa answered, sitting down at the bench, leaning back and sighing with what seemed to be relief.
Wolfwood had followed her up, setting his large 'cross' on the pole and leaning on the wall adjacent from the bench.
"Something doesn't feel right."
"Um, Inu-Yasha, isn't that-"
"I'll say when i've had enough~!"
CRASH.
The white-haired Halfbreed burst from the swinging saloon doors, cup of whine still in hand, and quickly stalked down the steps, ears laid back so far, that, they were unnoticeable.
"Let's get movin', Iifa."
"...Goodness, what a temper. I'd ought to be in bed, either way..."
Iifa sighed, dreading walking, and got up from her seat in a stiff manner.
Wolfwood nodded his head once at her, and was about to enter the saloon with his cross when he saw Iifa trip on the steps.
Just in time to see the black-haired girl fall into the arms of a man dressed in black and white.
