A/N: Welcome to the crazed musings... of I. **blinks** ... My first fic in years. I need reviews... flames welcome.
Disclaimer: Yes!! I own Inu-Yasha! He's in the box over there... not really... I can dream, can't I?
Prologue: And so... it... ??
It was a lovely day, and the sun was just peeking its way through the clouds. And... Inu-Yasha was in a hole. He was just standing there.
"Help," he says blandly.
Most conveniently, yet unfortunate, Naraku just happened to be taking an uncharacteristic stroll far from his humble dump-..castle. Had Inuyasha not spoken, Naraku would have taken a head first fall into the muddy hole. Being the not-so-good samaritan he was, he heftily lifted Inuyasha out of the easily escapable hole.
"You must still prepare to die Inuyasha. Nothing has cha-."
He turned to look at the hanyou, who ceased paying any attention and had been casually cleaning his claws with Tetsusaiga.
"Hmph."
Inuyasha promptly flew off, his red haori fluttering behind him. Reputation injured, Naraku stalked off... and fell into the hole.