New chapter! Not much to say except enjoy reading it, thanks for the
reviews I got for the first chapter, and sorry for not updating sooner!
Disclaimer: This is the only time I'm gonna say this, because you should already know. I do not own Inu-Yasha or and related characters. They all belong to their creator, Rumiko Takahashi. The only things I own are my OC's.
Onto the story!
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"Yes," a cold voice said from above their heads, "that is a very good question. What would you do if a very powerful demon were to come?"
"Sesshoumaru?"
"Sesshoumaru?"
"What the hell do YOU want, you bastard?"
The full-blooded youkai raised a delicate silver brow at his half-brother. "Did you..." he trailed off, unsure of what to say about the strange situation. "You needn't explain your situation to me," he informed the group. "I shall return when Inu-Yasha is in a more respectable form," he said coldly, turning on his heel.
The now diminutive hanyou stepped forward, muttering something that only Sesshoumaru could discern, making him turn around again. Seeing that he had his half-brother's attention, he gripped his fist and glared at him. "You want to say that to my face, bastard?" Inu-Yasha demanded, not wanting to let the slight on his quickly deflating pride go. "Come on, act like a true demon and fight me! I could beat you any day, any form, any time, anywhere!"
"Is that so?" Sesshoumaru asked quietly, flexing his fingers before resting them on the hilt of Toukijin. "We shall see, Inu-Yasha. Draw your sword."
The hanyou snarled as viciously as he could and placed his hand on the Tetsusaiga's hilt. "You're on!" He yelled, withdrawing the blade. There was a flash of white light followed by a dull thud as the blade transformed into its original form and fell to the ground. Inu-Yasha, as a child now, did not have the strength to even lift the true Tetsusaiga.
"As I thought," Sesshoumaru said glacially, removing his hand from its position on the Toukijin's hilt. "As I stated previously, I shall return when you are in the condition to fight," he mocked, walking back into the woods. A few seconds later, he was seen riding back west on Ah and Un's back.
Releasing a rather foul string of profanities after his brother, he dropped the useless sword and watched discontentedly as it transformed back into the old, rusted blade. He stood, glaring at it, as if to tell it that the whole mess was its fault before stooping to collect and sheath it once more. He then turned to Kagome, Sango, and Miroku. "You had better find some way to change me back quickly, or I'll...I'll..."
"Or you'll what?" Miroku asked, taking a threatening step towards the child.
Inu-Yasha took a nervous step backwards before realizing what he was doing. 'Why in the hell am I shrinking away from a monk?' he wondered furiously.
"I'll not have you threatening to hurt my women," he stated.
"Your women?" Sango and Kagome asked furiously. The disconcerted monk turned to find the two glaring at his maliciously, Sango with her hands on the hiraikotsu, and Kagome, a purifying arrow in her one hand, bow in the other.
"Heh heh heh..." Miroku laughed nervously, "You see..." he trailed off as he saw Kagome put down her weapons and make her way to Inu-Yasha.
Picking him up by the back of his shirt, she watched with a sated grin as her squirmed in her grasp, swinging pudgy hands, attached to short arms, trying unsuccessfully to bat her away.
"Inu-Yasha," She at last sighed, "it's very bad for a child to use such words," she said, referring to his earlier, and very colorful, exclamation as his brother had left. "That, and you shouldn't threaten the people who are going to help change you back. We could just decide that we like you better this way, and that we're going to keep you as such, letting you relive your childhood."
Although his diminishing pride forbade it, he lowered his head in submission, asking quietly, "Can I go now?" more of a whine than anything else.
Kagome stood there, holding him up by his shirt, in mock dispute with herself. Slowly, but surely, she nodded, and set him down, seeing him run off out of her grasp in case she suddenly changed her mind.
Inu-Yasha ran into the forest, towards the clearing where the others had set up camp. A kitsune, the same size as himself appeared before him and he came to a halt. "Hey! Who are you? I'm Shippo!" he said, pointing to himself.
"I know who you are!" Inu-Yasha yelled.
"Really? How?" the kitsune asked, scratching his head in confusion.
The hanyou child growled. "Did Kagome put you up to this?"
Shippo's eyes widened in surprise. "You know Kagome?"
"Of course I do! I'm Inu-Yasha!"
"You can't be! Inu-Yasha is really big and likes to hit me in the head when Kagome isn't looking!" he stopped his incessant yelling for a second as he leaned forward, sniffing Inu-Yasha's shoulder. "But...you DO kinda smell like him..."
"What do you mean, KINDA?!? I'm Inu-Yasha! That means that I smell like myself!"
Shippo shook his head seriously for a second. "You know, Inu-Yasha...that makes no sense."
"What makes no sense?"
"Well, you sat you're Inu-Yasha, and you smell a little like him, but you're a pup like me...so you can't be Inu-Yasha."
"Then why did you just call me Inu-Yasha?"
"Because that was what you were calling yourself, and I have nothing else to call you by," he stated matter-of-factly.
Kagome appeared in the clearing, hands on her hips. "What's with all of the yelling?"
The kitsune bounded towards her, coming to a rest on her shoulder and pointing at the fuming pup before them. "Kagome!" he cried. "He keeps telling me that he's Inu-Yasha!"
Kagome laughed lightly, causing Inu-Yasha to glare at her once again, happy to see that he held his tongue. "That's because it is Inu-Yasha. He fell into the lake and then came out that way."
"Really?" The kit asked in surprise, a grin appearing on his face. He jumped off of Kagome's shoulder. "Well, in that case," he grabbed the reluctant Inu-Yasha's hand, "let's go and play!" he cried.
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End of chapter 2. Likey? No likey? Tell me! Thanks for all of the reviews!
~Densetsu unmei
Disclaimer: This is the only time I'm gonna say this, because you should already know. I do not own Inu-Yasha or and related characters. They all belong to their creator, Rumiko Takahashi. The only things I own are my OC's.
Onto the story!
~*~*~*~
"Yes," a cold voice said from above their heads, "that is a very good question. What would you do if a very powerful demon were to come?"
"Sesshoumaru?"
"Sesshoumaru?"
"What the hell do YOU want, you bastard?"
The full-blooded youkai raised a delicate silver brow at his half-brother. "Did you..." he trailed off, unsure of what to say about the strange situation. "You needn't explain your situation to me," he informed the group. "I shall return when Inu-Yasha is in a more respectable form," he said coldly, turning on his heel.
The now diminutive hanyou stepped forward, muttering something that only Sesshoumaru could discern, making him turn around again. Seeing that he had his half-brother's attention, he gripped his fist and glared at him. "You want to say that to my face, bastard?" Inu-Yasha demanded, not wanting to let the slight on his quickly deflating pride go. "Come on, act like a true demon and fight me! I could beat you any day, any form, any time, anywhere!"
"Is that so?" Sesshoumaru asked quietly, flexing his fingers before resting them on the hilt of Toukijin. "We shall see, Inu-Yasha. Draw your sword."
The hanyou snarled as viciously as he could and placed his hand on the Tetsusaiga's hilt. "You're on!" He yelled, withdrawing the blade. There was a flash of white light followed by a dull thud as the blade transformed into its original form and fell to the ground. Inu-Yasha, as a child now, did not have the strength to even lift the true Tetsusaiga.
"As I thought," Sesshoumaru said glacially, removing his hand from its position on the Toukijin's hilt. "As I stated previously, I shall return when you are in the condition to fight," he mocked, walking back into the woods. A few seconds later, he was seen riding back west on Ah and Un's back.
Releasing a rather foul string of profanities after his brother, he dropped the useless sword and watched discontentedly as it transformed back into the old, rusted blade. He stood, glaring at it, as if to tell it that the whole mess was its fault before stooping to collect and sheath it once more. He then turned to Kagome, Sango, and Miroku. "You had better find some way to change me back quickly, or I'll...I'll..."
"Or you'll what?" Miroku asked, taking a threatening step towards the child.
Inu-Yasha took a nervous step backwards before realizing what he was doing. 'Why in the hell am I shrinking away from a monk?' he wondered furiously.
"I'll not have you threatening to hurt my women," he stated.
"Your women?" Sango and Kagome asked furiously. The disconcerted monk turned to find the two glaring at his maliciously, Sango with her hands on the hiraikotsu, and Kagome, a purifying arrow in her one hand, bow in the other.
"Heh heh heh..." Miroku laughed nervously, "You see..." he trailed off as he saw Kagome put down her weapons and make her way to Inu-Yasha.
Picking him up by the back of his shirt, she watched with a sated grin as her squirmed in her grasp, swinging pudgy hands, attached to short arms, trying unsuccessfully to bat her away.
"Inu-Yasha," She at last sighed, "it's very bad for a child to use such words," she said, referring to his earlier, and very colorful, exclamation as his brother had left. "That, and you shouldn't threaten the people who are going to help change you back. We could just decide that we like you better this way, and that we're going to keep you as such, letting you relive your childhood."
Although his diminishing pride forbade it, he lowered his head in submission, asking quietly, "Can I go now?" more of a whine than anything else.
Kagome stood there, holding him up by his shirt, in mock dispute with herself. Slowly, but surely, she nodded, and set him down, seeing him run off out of her grasp in case she suddenly changed her mind.
Inu-Yasha ran into the forest, towards the clearing where the others had set up camp. A kitsune, the same size as himself appeared before him and he came to a halt. "Hey! Who are you? I'm Shippo!" he said, pointing to himself.
"I know who you are!" Inu-Yasha yelled.
"Really? How?" the kitsune asked, scratching his head in confusion.
The hanyou child growled. "Did Kagome put you up to this?"
Shippo's eyes widened in surprise. "You know Kagome?"
"Of course I do! I'm Inu-Yasha!"
"You can't be! Inu-Yasha is really big and likes to hit me in the head when Kagome isn't looking!" he stopped his incessant yelling for a second as he leaned forward, sniffing Inu-Yasha's shoulder. "But...you DO kinda smell like him..."
"What do you mean, KINDA?!? I'm Inu-Yasha! That means that I smell like myself!"
Shippo shook his head seriously for a second. "You know, Inu-Yasha...that makes no sense."
"What makes no sense?"
"Well, you sat you're Inu-Yasha, and you smell a little like him, but you're a pup like me...so you can't be Inu-Yasha."
"Then why did you just call me Inu-Yasha?"
"Because that was what you were calling yourself, and I have nothing else to call you by," he stated matter-of-factly.
Kagome appeared in the clearing, hands on her hips. "What's with all of the yelling?"
The kitsune bounded towards her, coming to a rest on her shoulder and pointing at the fuming pup before them. "Kagome!" he cried. "He keeps telling me that he's Inu-Yasha!"
Kagome laughed lightly, causing Inu-Yasha to glare at her once again, happy to see that he held his tongue. "That's because it is Inu-Yasha. He fell into the lake and then came out that way."
"Really?" The kit asked in surprise, a grin appearing on his face. He jumped off of Kagome's shoulder. "Well, in that case," he grabbed the reluctant Inu-Yasha's hand, "let's go and play!" he cried.
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End of chapter 2. Likey? No likey? Tell me! Thanks for all of the reviews!
~Densetsu unmei