Yay! I updated sooner than I thought I would. And I'm getting my interest back. The last chapter was short and sucky, but I'll try to make this one better and longer. ^^
Miroku: The last chapter wasn't THAT horrible..
Me: I thought I chained you up.. Anyway, yes it was. The only thing I *kinda* liked was the description I did for the dragon.
Miroku: You always seem to criticize all of your drawings, poems, and other stories as well.. Ever notice that?
Me: ... Go away!
Miroku: *slinks away*
Me: Thanks to everyone for reviewing! ^___^ *hands out Kit-Kats again*
Well, as I try to figure out how Miroku got un-chained, you can read my fanfic. ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own the anime characters! Yet.. MWA HA HA!
Vash: *sweatdrop*
Me: *continues laughing evilly*
-=[Chapter 7 - Sunnen Sora]=-
The huge crimson-scaled dragon loomed over the friends, ready to strike or emit fire at any moment.
"Ok," InuYasha spoke up just loud enough for the gang to hear, a hint of nervousness in his voice, "Michelle, you find Vash; Deanna and Amy, you help the people get out of the village; Samantha, you stay here and help me fight this thing.."
Everyone nodded in reply as the hanyou drew Tetsuiega, his sword made of his father's fang, from its sheath. (A/N - Let's say that Goshinki didn't bust the sword yet and cause him to get the overly heavy one made of his own fang..) Amy and Deanna gladly dashed down the hill to the village, screaming loudly in fear; Michelle followed along behind, giving one last passing glance as the half-demon and the Elf began their battle. Tetsuiega seemed to bounce harmlessly off the dragon's hide, not even leaving a scratch, and Samantha's arrows and sword did the same..
"Oh, God.. This can't be good." She said quietly to herself as she ran down the hill to the blazing village.
~*~
"Vash! VASH! Hey, needle-noggin, where are you!?"
Michelle raced down the center of the wide, dusty, dirt road, staying clear of the roaring inferno, as she franticly searched for her friend. Amy and Deanna had gotten many people out of the town, but Vash was nowhere to be found. The heat was getting unbearable, and she needed to find him soon.
"Where is he?!" She said to herself, beginning to get nervous.
She dashed past a saloon, and suddenly stopped in her tracks.
"Maybe.. Just maybe.."
She ran back over, and avoiding the blaze as best she could, peeked into the window. Vash was lying near a table on the floor, wearing the orange-and-green tie on his head, obviously drunk, and drooling. The baka was asleep, and had no idea of the danger he was in. Flames danced dangerously near him.
"Ohhh! Vash, you moron!!!" she yelled at the oblivious outlaw.
She backed away from the window, eyed the entrance to the building, and sighed.
"I don't have a choice," she mumbled, "I'm not going to let him fry."
Shielding her face with her arms, she kicked down the weakened, fire-infested door and entered.
~*~
Samantha fell to a kneeling position as she clutched her scorched arm, cringing. Her sword clattered from her hand to the ground.
She glared upwards at the dragon; it watched her intently with yellow, malevolent eyes.
'So,' its emotionless male voice echoed in her mind, 'Give up yet?' The dragon's jaws moved not at all, so it must have been speaking telepathically somehow..
"No.. Way.." she said, struggling to get to her feet. She was bloodied, burned, and bruised, but she knew this was only a small measure of the creature's power. He, as was the gender she had concluded it to be, was obviously toying with them.
InuYasha tried another fierce assault with Tetsuiega, to no avail. It simply sprung back harmlessly off of his scales.
"Damn!" he yelled, "This can't be possible! Why won't it work?!"
The dragon's bone-chilling laugh rang out in their heads.
'Foolish beings. Your simple weapons cannot harm me. Now, tell me and I'll let you sustain your lives. Where is Sunnen Sora?'
"I told you 10 times," Sam yelled, "We don't know who the hell that is!"
'Oh, but you must. I sense that many of your companions are not of this world. Including you, Elf.. Lord Sora is the only individual alive that has the ability to bring forth others from separate dimensions and time periods..'
"Not of this world?" The hanyou looked at his friend, "What the hell are you talking about?"
The dragon ignored him. The creature was getting aggravated, and stomped his clawed right foot firmly on the ground. He beamed at the two with his shining, sinful eyes. 'Now, for the last time. Where is Sunnen Sora?!'
~*~
Michelle struggled to breath as she maneuvered her way into the bar, gradually reaching Vash. The flames licked at her arms and legs, slowly burning her flesh. She cringed and coped with the pain as she approached the sleeping figure, pain shooting through her body. The alcohol was feeding the blaze, causing it to grow larger and larger, and that didn't help the Elf's cause at all.
"Vash, you idiot.. You had to get drunk NOW of all times.."
She finally reached the outlaw, bent down, and pulled him up into a sitting position. She wrapped her arms around his chest from behind him and with a great effort, stood up again, this time with Vash. She dragged his limp figure to the door, as the fire finally set her shirt on fire.
"Oh, crap!" she yelled, quickening her pace to the exit.
Michelle soon burst out of the saloon, and moved back to the center of the road, as far away from the inferno as possible. She fell to the ground, landing on her rear, panting. The Elf coughed as she gently lay the limp Vash beside her, still drooling, and quickly as possible, batted away the flames on her shirt.
"Hey, get up," she said, shaking her intoxicated friend lightly. He moaned and stirred a little, and half a minute later, opened his emerald eyes a bit.
"Huh..? What's going on?" he said, slurring his words.
~Oh, great. He's still a drunken moron. No use talking to him..~ she thought.
He sat up. "Rem?" he said, still slurring, looking at Michelle.
"Whaaat?! No, no, no, no, no, I'm not Rem. I'm Michelle, and you apparently don't remember me."
"Rem.." he said, suddenly embracing her.
She stared, irritated and confused, at the air in front of her. "I'm not Rem, stupid."
He just hugged her tighter. She couldn't help but enjoy the fact that he was hugging her, but the idiot was drunk. If only he wasn't, this would be the perfect moment, she thought.
~Gyah! What the heck am I thinking?! I got to get out of here!~
"Ok, let go of me please, we gotta go. Did you not notice the flames?"
He said nothing. Michelle sighed.
"Let go and.. Uh.. Hm.. I'll give you a cookie!
He said nothing still.
"I'll do whatever you want," she said, knowing she was going to regret those words.
"Will you marry me?!"
She raised an eyebrow and blinked. "Yes, sure, whatever." ~By the time he's normal, he won't remember this anyway..~
"Yay!" he let go of her and stood up.
She also stood up, grabbed his arm, (knowing that in this state, he's stupid enough to wander into the fire) and began to head back to the area in which Amy and Deanna had rounded up the villagers.
~*~
The dragon loomed over the badly injured Elf and hanyou, about to strike the final blow. (A/N - Ok, they probably wouldn't get their butts kicked that bad, but hey, it's my insane fanfic!)
'You weren't even close to being a formidable opponent.' He spoke into their minds. 'Now you shall-'
Suddenly, and cutting off his words, a strange, echoey, howl-like noise that seemed to come from all directions filled their ears. It lasted only a second, but the dragon immediately stood up straight, and looked toward the route opposite the village. He snarled.
'Why now...? Ugh.. Well, I must go. Be grateful. We shall meet again..'
He unfolded and beat his great black wings furiously into the still air, slowly gaining elevation. His red scales shone in the sunlight as he climbed even higher.
'Oh, and it may be a bit late for introductions, but I do have a name. It is Akai Takai. Remember it..'
And with that, he turned, wings outspread, and sailed gracefully towards the horizon.
**********
Yeep! I made that a bit to serious for my own liking.. Oh well. ^^ I hoped you like it. Review please!
And.. How the hell do you spell Tetsuiega?! I've seen a ba-zillion different spellings.. What is right?!
I have no ideas left for Wolfwood and Becky! Help me out here! I'm desperate!
Oh, and I shall say it again, READ ROCKERCHICKIE'S FANFICS! I COMMAND YOU TO! I'm in one! Dreams Come True! ^^ (As you should know by now, I like commanding things.)
.. Does anyone remember Miroku yelling something about 'having his revenge'? Well, he still hasn't- WAH!
Miroku: *comes from behind, ties me up in chains, drags me away* *evil smirk on face*
Me: *yelling, kicking, screaming* Lemme go! LEMME GO! AHHH!
Miroku: The last chapter wasn't THAT horrible..
Me: I thought I chained you up.. Anyway, yes it was. The only thing I *kinda* liked was the description I did for the dragon.
Miroku: You always seem to criticize all of your drawings, poems, and other stories as well.. Ever notice that?
Me: ... Go away!
Miroku: *slinks away*
Me: Thanks to everyone for reviewing! ^___^ *hands out Kit-Kats again*
Well, as I try to figure out how Miroku got un-chained, you can read my fanfic. ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own the anime characters! Yet.. MWA HA HA!
Vash: *sweatdrop*
Me: *continues laughing evilly*
-=[Chapter 7 - Sunnen Sora]=-
The huge crimson-scaled dragon loomed over the friends, ready to strike or emit fire at any moment.
"Ok," InuYasha spoke up just loud enough for the gang to hear, a hint of nervousness in his voice, "Michelle, you find Vash; Deanna and Amy, you help the people get out of the village; Samantha, you stay here and help me fight this thing.."
Everyone nodded in reply as the hanyou drew Tetsuiega, his sword made of his father's fang, from its sheath. (A/N - Let's say that Goshinki didn't bust the sword yet and cause him to get the overly heavy one made of his own fang..) Amy and Deanna gladly dashed down the hill to the village, screaming loudly in fear; Michelle followed along behind, giving one last passing glance as the half-demon and the Elf began their battle. Tetsuiega seemed to bounce harmlessly off the dragon's hide, not even leaving a scratch, and Samantha's arrows and sword did the same..
"Oh, God.. This can't be good." She said quietly to herself as she ran down the hill to the blazing village.
~*~
"Vash! VASH! Hey, needle-noggin, where are you!?"
Michelle raced down the center of the wide, dusty, dirt road, staying clear of the roaring inferno, as she franticly searched for her friend. Amy and Deanna had gotten many people out of the town, but Vash was nowhere to be found. The heat was getting unbearable, and she needed to find him soon.
"Where is he?!" She said to herself, beginning to get nervous.
She dashed past a saloon, and suddenly stopped in her tracks.
"Maybe.. Just maybe.."
She ran back over, and avoiding the blaze as best she could, peeked into the window. Vash was lying near a table on the floor, wearing the orange-and-green tie on his head, obviously drunk, and drooling. The baka was asleep, and had no idea of the danger he was in. Flames danced dangerously near him.
"Ohhh! Vash, you moron!!!" she yelled at the oblivious outlaw.
She backed away from the window, eyed the entrance to the building, and sighed.
"I don't have a choice," she mumbled, "I'm not going to let him fry."
Shielding her face with her arms, she kicked down the weakened, fire-infested door and entered.
~*~
Samantha fell to a kneeling position as she clutched her scorched arm, cringing. Her sword clattered from her hand to the ground.
She glared upwards at the dragon; it watched her intently with yellow, malevolent eyes.
'So,' its emotionless male voice echoed in her mind, 'Give up yet?' The dragon's jaws moved not at all, so it must have been speaking telepathically somehow..
"No.. Way.." she said, struggling to get to her feet. She was bloodied, burned, and bruised, but she knew this was only a small measure of the creature's power. He, as was the gender she had concluded it to be, was obviously toying with them.
InuYasha tried another fierce assault with Tetsuiega, to no avail. It simply sprung back harmlessly off of his scales.
"Damn!" he yelled, "This can't be possible! Why won't it work?!"
The dragon's bone-chilling laugh rang out in their heads.
'Foolish beings. Your simple weapons cannot harm me. Now, tell me and I'll let you sustain your lives. Where is Sunnen Sora?'
"I told you 10 times," Sam yelled, "We don't know who the hell that is!"
'Oh, but you must. I sense that many of your companions are not of this world. Including you, Elf.. Lord Sora is the only individual alive that has the ability to bring forth others from separate dimensions and time periods..'
"Not of this world?" The hanyou looked at his friend, "What the hell are you talking about?"
The dragon ignored him. The creature was getting aggravated, and stomped his clawed right foot firmly on the ground. He beamed at the two with his shining, sinful eyes. 'Now, for the last time. Where is Sunnen Sora?!'
~*~
Michelle struggled to breath as she maneuvered her way into the bar, gradually reaching Vash. The flames licked at her arms and legs, slowly burning her flesh. She cringed and coped with the pain as she approached the sleeping figure, pain shooting through her body. The alcohol was feeding the blaze, causing it to grow larger and larger, and that didn't help the Elf's cause at all.
"Vash, you idiot.. You had to get drunk NOW of all times.."
She finally reached the outlaw, bent down, and pulled him up into a sitting position. She wrapped her arms around his chest from behind him and with a great effort, stood up again, this time with Vash. She dragged his limp figure to the door, as the fire finally set her shirt on fire.
"Oh, crap!" she yelled, quickening her pace to the exit.
Michelle soon burst out of the saloon, and moved back to the center of the road, as far away from the inferno as possible. She fell to the ground, landing on her rear, panting. The Elf coughed as she gently lay the limp Vash beside her, still drooling, and quickly as possible, batted away the flames on her shirt.
"Hey, get up," she said, shaking her intoxicated friend lightly. He moaned and stirred a little, and half a minute later, opened his emerald eyes a bit.
"Huh..? What's going on?" he said, slurring his words.
~Oh, great. He's still a drunken moron. No use talking to him..~ she thought.
He sat up. "Rem?" he said, still slurring, looking at Michelle.
"Whaaat?! No, no, no, no, no, I'm not Rem. I'm Michelle, and you apparently don't remember me."
"Rem.." he said, suddenly embracing her.
She stared, irritated and confused, at the air in front of her. "I'm not Rem, stupid."
He just hugged her tighter. She couldn't help but enjoy the fact that he was hugging her, but the idiot was drunk. If only he wasn't, this would be the perfect moment, she thought.
~Gyah! What the heck am I thinking?! I got to get out of here!~
"Ok, let go of me please, we gotta go. Did you not notice the flames?"
He said nothing. Michelle sighed.
"Let go and.. Uh.. Hm.. I'll give you a cookie!
He said nothing still.
"I'll do whatever you want," she said, knowing she was going to regret those words.
"Will you marry me?!"
She raised an eyebrow and blinked. "Yes, sure, whatever." ~By the time he's normal, he won't remember this anyway..~
"Yay!" he let go of her and stood up.
She also stood up, grabbed his arm, (knowing that in this state, he's stupid enough to wander into the fire) and began to head back to the area in which Amy and Deanna had rounded up the villagers.
~*~
The dragon loomed over the badly injured Elf and hanyou, about to strike the final blow. (A/N - Ok, they probably wouldn't get their butts kicked that bad, but hey, it's my insane fanfic!)
'You weren't even close to being a formidable opponent.' He spoke into their minds. 'Now you shall-'
Suddenly, and cutting off his words, a strange, echoey, howl-like noise that seemed to come from all directions filled their ears. It lasted only a second, but the dragon immediately stood up straight, and looked toward the route opposite the village. He snarled.
'Why now...? Ugh.. Well, I must go. Be grateful. We shall meet again..'
He unfolded and beat his great black wings furiously into the still air, slowly gaining elevation. His red scales shone in the sunlight as he climbed even higher.
'Oh, and it may be a bit late for introductions, but I do have a name. It is Akai Takai. Remember it..'
And with that, he turned, wings outspread, and sailed gracefully towards the horizon.
**********
Yeep! I made that a bit to serious for my own liking.. Oh well. ^^ I hoped you like it. Review please!
And.. How the hell do you spell Tetsuiega?! I've seen a ba-zillion different spellings.. What is right?!
I have no ideas left for Wolfwood and Becky! Help me out here! I'm desperate!
Oh, and I shall say it again, READ ROCKERCHICKIE'S FANFICS! I COMMAND YOU TO! I'm in one! Dreams Come True! ^^ (As you should know by now, I like commanding things.)
.. Does anyone remember Miroku yelling something about 'having his revenge'? Well, he still hasn't- WAH!
Miroku: *comes from behind, ties me up in chains, drags me away* *evil smirk on face*
Me: *yelling, kicking, screaming* Lemme go! LEMME GO! AHHH!