*Dies from all of the angry reviewer's weapons*

;_; I'm sorry~!! I'll try to make it up to you all with an two-part chapter (more length! ^.^)! (Cow. Haven't updated another story since June, too...)

I'm honestly sorry. I started writing this chapter about two months ago and.. got a severe writer's block. I couldn't work on anything I had written previously, and anything I started to write turned to complete shibby crap. .; BUT, I was inspired! ^.^ Wh00t! We may all rejoice (or, should we? o.o)

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gatogirl1: I am utterly amazed that you like my story. No, really. I reread it, and it sucks! I'm hoping to make up for that in this chapter. Key word in there is
Anyway. ^_^
You may use Inuyasha's mirror whenever you please. After the story. It's going to be needed a bunch... I'm still playing around with ideas, too.
Tenkoo~!

Raining Fire: O_O Oi, OI! I'm doing more! No need to get a hernia.

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*Raises an eyebrow*
Oh well. I'm not prying.

Hiei luvs Coco: *Ducks oncoming onslaught of vegetables* I know, I know! I'm sorry! I'm updating!

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Litwolf689: I'll see how long this chapter'll be. I can't write long chapters, and I envy the people that can. Bah.
Trying, though.

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~*~
Angel and Demon

by Silver Draggon

~*~

Miroku bounced on Inuyasha's smoke bed, propelling himself into the acid-infested air every time his feet connected with the floating object.

he started, when'er we gonna use the mir-roar?

Inuyasha, who was sitting on the floor, rolled his eyes in response. Mir-roar'? Miroku, I never thought it possible, but... you're getting stupider.

Miroku paused in his bouncing and winked at the teenager sitting on the floor. He went toppling to the floor (since the smoke cloud mysteriously made a hole where he was standing)

So, uh.. Miroku started from the floor. He rose from his position, rubbing his bottom, looking injured. Why'd you do that?

Inuyasha, before Miroku had even started the conversation, had been studying the now clear mirror. It had been a gift of his mother's, or... he had guessed. Right after her death, Inuyasha never ate. Or slept. He never did anything but cry. As he was crying on his mother's bed, Inuyasha had discovered the strange glass object. But, his reflection didn't show the first time he looked. His mother's smiling face gazed at him, and faded away.

And after that, he ate and slept and refused to cry again.

As Inuyasha studied the glimmering surface, he wondered why the Angels had chosen a female leader. They weren't any good. Hell never let girls lead in anything but girl crap.

But, Miroku's comment led him out of his thinking stupor.

What the fuck did you just say? Inuyasha hissed angrily, his golden eyes flashing to a frightening dark shade.

Miroku yelped and clambered back onto the bed.

Silence came from Inuyasha's end. His eyes were a golden yellow, spitting and spewing hot, flaming sparks at Miroku like a blacksmith was shaping a slab of metal in the fire. The stench of hell was charred in his anger, giving a nauseous feeling to any who inhaled it.

Inuyasha, in one word, was pissed.

Inuyasha? Buddy? ... Pal? Demon-Prince of the furious Underworld?

Snarl.

Ahh... don't hurt me.

I don't give any guarantees, bastard.

... Well, in that case, I'll be in the kitchens.

Inuyasha stepped easily into Miroku's path, his arms crossed, a seemingly simple annoyed look on his handsome face. But it was so much more...

No, you're not going anywhere. We're going to start a blasted war tonight, kidnap the damn leader of Angels and be back in time for tea.

And with that, he grabbed his overly confused friend by the collar of his black shirt and trudged out of the room and into the throne room of his brother. There, he began speaking.

~*~

Kagome was tired.

She had spent the previous two weeks fixing up her broken country. Laws were made and tossed, jobs were replaced, and everyone was, more-or-less, happy.

But there were still so many tangles and knots and split-ends, she couldn't stop working. There were homes to be built, stars to power, rituals to be made...

The leader sighed, and continued to walk down the residential part of town's paths.

The people here look content enough, she mused. The rich lived closest to the palace, followed by the middle class, followed by the lower class. It was just how things were.

Her pointed ears drooped slightly. Another problem to fix.

Kagome still wore the pale lavender dress she was given. It still held the magnificence it had since the day it was given, even with the many wrinkles it now adorned. The silver-crafted ring was still around her index finger, glimmering and twinkling and winking as the light hit it.

Silvery-white wings rustled slightly in irritation as she passed another cobblestone block, looking exactly like the last. Where the devil was...

Ah. The temple of (Roman something).

Kagome released another breath, straightened her dress as best she could, and floated regally up the many, many, many flights of stairs to the sacred building.

She, unfortunately, never saw the dark figured in the distance close in on the palace.

~*~

The name was said slowly, deliberately. The tone sounded as if it was being spoken to a child.

Aforementioned demon ground his teeth to keep his mouth shut.

the monotone voice repeated, do you realize what you're asking? Waging a war against the Angels is really rather... thick.

Inuyasha flapped his leathery wings harder, willing the Angel's haven to come into sight. He tried to blank his mind, and failed miserably.

Very well. I will not send the full force, as it is not needed.

The silver-haired demon squinted his eyes against the harsh wind, a few droplets escaping his eyes. Graa, curse this wind!



 he muttered under his breath.

Now, what on earth are you blabbering on about to yourself? Miroku dived down to him, swooping around the disgruntled hanyou playfully. Inuyasha halfheartedly swatted at him.

Nothing, monk. I suggest you go back to the ladies before they die of sadness.

At this comment, Miroku blinked and glanced behind him. His brows furrowed when he saw no group of giggling girls in the vicinity. He turned back to the smirking Inuyasha.

Fooled ya'. The 's were drawn out.

Miroku rolled his eyes. His posture froze as he spotted a multicolored cloud gathering.

he shouted in glee at the small army. Every demon turned to the monk's pointing finger. It's the Angel haven... place...!

the command was issued. Nobody asked questions. Everyone angled their wings and swooped down to the naive stronghold, claws and weapons brandished and ready to kill.


~*~

Kagome rubbed her eyes and yawned for what must've been the hundredth time that hour. Bleary-eyed, she glanced around the temple's library, mind resting.

She was there to research exactly what the last Leader had done to the people. Many of them had blank eyes, and only responded to commands. They were like.. zombies. And it was, to say the least, unnerving.

So far, she had accomplished a grand total of: absolutely nothing. And she was falling asleep.

Listening to her body's complaints that she wouldn't have been able to get to the palace in time, let alone out of the comfy chair she currently resided in, Kagome closed her dried eyes, and waited for the blissful darkness to claim her senses.

Lady Kagome! Lady Kagome?

The distressed yell started her out of her almost-sleep, and she blinked rapidly, trying to regain clarity to her thoughts.

Lady Kagome~! The demons are attacking!

Well, so much for sleep.

She was up instantly. Kagome walked briskly towards the frantic messenger boy, preparing herself for the worst.

What are the statistics?

The boy squeaked and turned to face the Queen. He was new; Kagome could tell. Knowing how frightening it was to be in front of royalty when you yourself were a nobody, Kagome spared him a small smile. This seemed to reassure him, and brought him out of his shocked state. He shook his head wildly.

Not good. I'm afraid the palace is under attack. They're stealing women and taking them hostage, and... we don't know the death toll.

Kagome nodded, and wore another small, sad smile. I see. Thank you. I must leave immediately. And she turned and, throwing etiquette to the wind, broke out into a sprint to the staircase of the temple.

Kagome wove through the hallways of the upper level, searching for a specific room. The catacombs did nothing to console her confusion. She needed to find it, needed to get there... If they took the palace, it was over.

And suddenly, she found herself staring into a rippling mass of silvery-white water. It sloshed around, happy to see her. Kagome took a deep breath. She only wished she had paid more attention.

Take me to the palace... please?

~*~

Well, that worked, more or less.

Kagome found herself in the palace, sure, the Well of Kaede hadn't failed at all. There was a slight problem though...

She was looking down at the commotion.

And she was in the rafters of the palace.

And she also had a terrible fear of heights.

Kagome took another deep breath, and shifted on the old, sturdy wood. May as well act than sit up here like a sissy, she told herself.



The order was issued quietly, but the anger wasn't hidden in the soft voice. All activity stopped in the great hall of the Angels, swords pausing in their clash, claws halted from their tearing of flesh; all eyes turning to the young angel clad in the lavender dress hanging in the rafters. Her ocean-blue eyes were dulled with exhaustion, but she still looked imposing to the Demons who had invaded her realm without invitation.

... Stop.

Inuyasha snarled and turned to the interference. The sight of Kagome made him stop in mid-growl.

She looked ethereal, with the moonlight shining down upon her lavender dress and highlighting her raven hair. She wore no crown, but the way she carried herself, the way she held her head, the way she tiredly gazed upon those who disturbed her castle... He knew she was the Queen.

Always one to hide his emotions, since he was brought up that way, Inuyasha covered up his awed look with a deep frown.

Who the fuck are you? Stupid question. He already knew that. And.. what the hell are you doing up there?

Her sleep-deprived orbs came to rest upon his form. I would be Higurashi. Leader of the Angels. And, she gestured around her, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, I am stuck.

Stunned silence followed the bizarre event. All the demons blinked and confusedly looked at him for guidance. But Inuyasha was as surprised as they were. The angels grinned at their brash young leader.

A loud slap of skin echoed through the hall. Kagome blinked slowly and turned to the new noise. One Inuyasha was all-too familiar with.

YOU PERVERT!

~*~

Sango was more than angry. Sango was never one to be angry. She was modest with her temper, she was fair, and she was kind... if you didn't piss her off.

Sango never gave the monk permission to touch her bottom.

There she was, minding her own business, killing a demon or two who happened to come across her path, when the idiotic, purple and black-clad male was thrown into her line of sight. She was about to finish him off, like all the other ones, but his eyes made her pause, hesitate.

And then he touched her ass.

What a moron.

Sango panted as she stared at the downed demon, cracking her knuckles, ready to blow him another one if he so dared move.

~*~

Kagome was roughly pulled from her position by two bulky demons. She was thrown towards another pair of demons with larger-than-normal wings on the floor. She didn't protest, she didn't gurgle, she didn't blink. She just went wherever the demons prodded.

Sango wasn't the same, however. She kicked and punched places where the light didn't shine before they sedated her with venom. After that she was as silent and blank as Kagome.

Miroku watched the scrabble, rubbing his bruised cheek, displeasure clearly in his eyes.

he called to the hanyou, who was also watching from the other side of the platform they stood on. Should we really be taking them so... roughly?

Do you want to be kicked in the balls? Inuyasha turned his head over his shoulder to glance at his friend.

Miroku shifted his eyes back to the hustle in front of him. Not.. not particularly.

Then I suggest you shut up and watch.

~*~

Ugh. @.x; I don't like this chapter tall. Or the way I wrote this story, come to think of it. I think my next project is gonna be to rewrite all my stories. *Nods* Yessir, sounds like a plan!

Anyhow. Comments? Review! ^.^ Special thanks to vasava, who reviewed and renewed my memory of this blasted story and its unfinished chapters. ^_^