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Sero Hour

Disclaimer: (insert witty opening) I don't own Inuyasha, (insert witty closing.)

Tetsusaiga and the Toilet Monster

NEW YORK CITY, INSIDE ONE OF THE FEW SKYSCRAPERS STILL CAPABLE OF USING ELECTRICITY

Sero led the three of them into the lobby of a building that seemed to still have electricity. Only Sero knew this, but deep underground there was a geothermal generator that powered some of the buildings, and this was one such building. It remained untouched and undamaged. As they rode the elevator to the 53rd floor, Sero kept wondering why he trusted them so much. Maybe it was just the arrogance of when he was in this form, or maybe it was because they warned him of the zombie's attack. Or he was lonely. Nah. They reached floor 53 and stepped off. They went down the hall and entered the room at the end. It was a large apartment, and it seemed that Sero had made this his base camp.

He sat them down in the living room and started to explain about what happened back there. "I guess your wondering what happened to my eyes? Uhh, yeah, I guess so. I don't really know how, but for some reason, when radiation hits me, I absorb it instead of take damage from it. It kind of supercharges me. And the zombie, right. Naraku really doesn't like me for some reason, and he's singled me out to his offspring, and now every week or so they come here to try to kill me. I don't think Naraku knows about my reaction to his radiation, or if he just can't help himself from putting radiation into his offspring, because some are radioactive and some aren't. The zombie was one of Naraku's offspring, and I had been looking for him for two weeks now. It must have been looking for the food reserves." Sero then explained that he had been surviving for all these years on food reserves found underground in a secret bunker in the subway. The food is nearly limitless, and after all these years he had only depleted about 1/16 of it.

"So, then you really are Sero? That's your name?" Sero nodded. Then there was around a ten-minute silence in which everyone noted that his eyes had been slowly fading and now he was back to normal. Then, Miroku remembered something and reached inside his cloak to pull out something wrapped in robes. He got up and removed the robes, revealing a sword in a most elaborate wooden sheath.

"Sero, I present this sword to you as a gift of peace. It belonged to your father." Miroku said, getting on one knee and holding the sword out on both arms.

Sero quickly took it out of Miroku's arms, unsheathed it slightly to stare at it's rusted and damaged edge, snorted, and placed it back in Miroku's arms. "Crap." He said. "It's crap."

Miroku was amazed. Not only did he not want this powerful sword, but he was also refusing an heirloom from his father.

"I'll have you know that this is the Tetsusaiga, the sword capable of slaying 100 deamons in one slice. It belonged to your father, and I witnessed him kill many de- WHAT'S SO GODDAMN FUNNY?"

Sero was laughing his ass off at this. "You must be older than you look, cause my father died fifteen years ago. Besides, you got to be shitting me, killing one hundred deamons with one swipe of that toothpick in a sheath? It's got to be more blunt than your skull!"

With that, Miroku tossed him the sword and said, "The sword has hidden magic powers. You can figure them out for yourself with that attitude. You really are Inuyasha's son."

Seeing as Miroku was unwilling, Sango told Sero their story and of how they knew Inuyasha. Sero was listening much more intently to Sango than Miroku, because he thought she was hot and that Miroku was just some stupid hippie with a cool stick.

They convinced Sero, with much arguing and getting hit with the cool stick, to return to Tokyo, if not for a little while. Miroku didn't tell anyone, but he thought Sero had great potential to destroy Naraku. So, later that night, they returned to the bridge to retrieve the WoLf, only to find that Miroku had left the radio, all the lights, the air conditioner, the heater, and the coffee machine on full power all day. This meant that the WoLf had basically no power. This would be no problem, but the backup energy reserves were empty because Jinenji, the engineer, must have forgot to recharge them.

The WoLf had only enough power for them to fly it to a safer place in a car garage and let it recharge, which would take a week. During that week, they basically wandered around during the day, and sat around and talked at night, because the city was freaky when there was only one building with lights on. Sero didn't tell anyone, but he kind of enjoyed the company after living in the city for eight years without any contact with the outside world. Except for Naraku's spawn, but you had to be really screwed up in the head to make small talk as you fight for your life.

Then, one night they checked the WoLf's power, and decided that the next morning it would have enough power to fly them to Tokyo.

They awoke next morning and exited Sero's home building. "Are you going to miss this place?" Sango asked, as they walked across town to the car garage.

"Probably. I might come back some day, but right now, I just want to get the fuck out of here." Then he smelled something… something close by. 'Oh, god DAMN it all! How did I know I wouldn't make it out of here without this happening!' Sero thought as he stopped and looked around.

Suddenly, a large explosion appeared near a building, and a large, yellow creature crawled out of a hole it just made in the wall. It was about 5 feet tall, and had sharp claws on each hand. On its forehead sat one horn, and its eyes glowed an eerie blue.

"Sero, I have come here to send you to your grave, or die trying." It said.

"Well then, I think I'll take the latter. And while we're on the subject, what rubble do you want for your tombstone? Don't rush yourself to a decision, I'm not gonna run out of it any time soon" Sero shot back.

"Cocky, aren't we?" it said as it leapt at Sero, who spun around and dodged it's attack while taking a swipe at it with his claws.

"OW!" Sero yelled at the top of his lungs. His claws bounced of the creature's skin, and the pressure his claws felt ended up hurting his hands. No, that's an understatement. His hand felt like it was on fire.

"Heh heh heh" the yellow demon chuckled at his pain.

"I'm gonna make you feel the worst pain imaginable. I think I'll tear your ribs out and feed them to you." Sero sayed, more to reassure himself that the pain wasn't there.

He ran at the demon at full speed, and punched it right in the chest. "I think I broke my hand. Ow." He saied before the demon laughed and spun around, whacking Sero with his tail and sending him flying.

"Come on Sero, I don't want to tell my father that you were killed by a giant corn dog! Kick his butt already!" Ashley cheered Sero on. "Use your sword!"

That was right! Miroku had forced Sero to wear a loose belt around his waist and slap the sword to his left side, which in Sero's opinion made him look like a retard, but gave in and wore it anyway.

"Okay, you old, decrepid, rusted pocketknife of a sword," he said as he stood up. "If you really work, then props to the hippie." He unsheathed it. It still looked like it was ready to fall apart if a weak gust of wind was to hit it, but that wasn't his problem. No, his problem was a big yellow… thing in front of him that looked as if it crawled out of someone's toilet.

He ran at it and swiped with the sword. Time stood still as metal met flesh. The sword survived the blow! That's not saying it did any damage whatsoever, but it still survived!

Sero spent the next few minutes darting back and forth, side to side, whacking away at the creature using the most blunt of swords.

And doing nothing in the way of damage the entire time.

Finally, when the yellow thing had finished laughing itself half to death, and just before Sero was almost finished deciding if he shoud just stab it in the eye to shut it up, it hit Sero with it's tail and sent him flying. Again. But this time it was right towards Ashley.

Ashley was scared now. She didn't know what to do. She was afraid that Sero would lose and then everyone would be eaten by this walking turd. She started crying and whispering to herself.

Sero's ears could pick up the whisperings of Ashley. She was the one that never talked. She had cheered him on. Now she was crying and saying to herself that she didn't want to die.

Sero went over and sat next to her. He hated it when girls cried. He had only seen it happen a few times in his life, but he hated it. "Shhhhhh… don't worry, I'll protect you. Just stop crying. Please?"

Ashley looked up. He was comforting her, wasn't he? "Thank you. I'm fine, just don't die, please?" Sero smiled and nodded to her as he stood up and grabbed his sword.

The demon was just standing there. "The end of you…" Sero whispered. "Has come." He ran as fast as he could directly at it. The demon spun around and swung it's tail at Sero, who swung his toothpic- errr… sword! Sero expected to hear another clanking noise as the sword rebounded off of his enemy's flesh. If the clang was there, it was drowned out by the scream of his enemy as he lopped his tail right off.

Sero stared at his sword. If he were to use it as a toothpick now, he'd surely lose his face. It was huge, and it gleamed with the blood of his enemy. And as big as it was, it was weightless.

The demon ran at Sero who merely spun around and separated the demon's legs from his torso.

Sero sheathed the Tetsusaiga- HIS Tetusaiga, and walked past everyone in the direction of the car garage amist his enemy's screams of pain. As they made it to the WoLf, Sero merely said, "Let's just get out of this damned city."

And after gazing upon Lady Liberty in all her undamaged glory, they zoomed away into the mists, heading straight for Japan.

Once again, I apolgize about the lack of recent updates, but hey, I'm tired.