Chapter 18
Here I am, out of college until the fall, a little free time on my hands. So what have I decided to do? Write a new chapter for my fanfic, of course! This chapter will feature Inuyasha and Co. in modern times. Since I left them out of the last chapter completely, I've decided to dedicate this entire chapter to them. Enjoy! Tonyf
(Modern Times)
"Inuyasha, what exactly are you doing?" Miroku asked, a sweatdrop adorning his head. Miroku had just walked up to his friend, and the sight he saw wasn't pretty - Inuyasha was standing in the bathroom (almost naked), facing the mirror, spreading shaving cream across his body. "I'm too hairy. All of this extra hair isn't good for battle; and I'm sure my idiot brother will never let me hear the end of it if I get slowed down by extra hair." Inuyasha explained. At this, the sweatdrop on Miroku's head only continued to grow larger. "Uh, Inuyasha? You DO realize that a little extra hair on your body won't slow you down at ALL, right? How in the hell could "hair" slow you down???" Miroku asked, completely perplexed. "What the hell are you talking about? Of course the extra hair will slow me down! It's unnecessary!" Inuyasha growled. "My god. He's lived in this world for almost 20 years now, and Kagome still hasn't beaten the foolishness out of him. I sincerely hope he still remembers how to fight." Miroku thought to himself, walking out of the bathroom with his head shaking. "OWWWW!!!!" Inuyasha yelled, throwing the razor in the sink as blood dripped from his chest. Kagome came running, hearing her husband's yell.
"What happened, Inuyasha? Is everything okay?" Kagome asked frantically as she entered the room. "It's this damn "razor" you gave me! You said it would be safe! Well, look at THIS!" He yelled, pointing at the small cut on his chest. Kagome surveyed the scene, trying her hardest not to bust out laughing. Here was Inuyasha, in nothing but his boxers, covered from head to toe in shaving cream, a tiny cut slowly dripping blood from his chest. Also, the look on his face was absolutely PRICELESS. "What in the world are you DOING, honey?" Kagome asked, trying to muffle her laughter. "I'm TRYING to become more a-row-di-naam-ic." Inuyasha replied simply, trying his damndest to pronounce the word. "You're trying to become more aerodynamic?" Kagome asked, putting emphasis on the word for his benifit. "Yes, I am. I want to be completely ready for this fight; I don't want to give Sesshomaru a reason to think I've been slacking off in the past 20 years." Inuyasha said, trying to hide the apprehension in his voice. "Oh, honey." Kagome said, walking up to her husband. She knew all of her husband's little "quirks", and she loved him because of them. Kagome knew of her husband's tremendous pride, and of his naiveity, even after almost 20 years of living in modern times. She lovingly cleaned his "wound" (which he inevitably would call a "battle-scar" if anyone was to ask ), and she helped him to shave the rest of his shaving-cream- covered body (although she KNEW it was pointless). There were no more words exchanged between the two during this process, but they weren't necessary. This time was all about the love shared by two people; unconditional, never-ending true love. This was something even the pride- stricken Inuyasha could appreciate.
Sango, Miroku, and Sesshomaru all sat at the dining room table (in Sango and Miroku's house; Inuyasha wasn't able to let Sesshomaru stay in HIS house, due to the fact that they had trouble being around one another without fighting ), silence enveloping them. Sesshomaru wasn't the most chatty person in the universe, and Miroku didn't exactly want to start a conversation with the demon lord of the Western Lands. This didn't stop Sango from breaking the silence, though. "How long do you think it'll be until these demons come through the well?" Sango asked, looking over towards Sesshomaru. "I can't say for sure. It will most likely be soon, though. I don't think Kiaku wants to wait very long for our demise." Sesshomaru responded cooly. "Do you think we'll be ready for them? Will we be strong enough to take them down?" Miroku asked, the tension dissipating after his wife's ice-breaker. "We should be able to stop them if we work together. There's no telling if my brother has kept up with his training or not, though. If he hasn't trained hard recently, or if he's let himself go completely soft, we might be in trouble. You'll need Inuyasha and I to both be at full strength in order for victory to be achieved." Sesshomaru replied, bitterness lining his voice. "Inuyasha probably hasn't trained for years. The fool really must have went soft in his time here. This era is too mundane, too 'safe'. My brother hasn't had any true challenges here, so I don't expect him to present much help to me. No matter. I, Sesshomaru, shall take care of these demons myself if necessary. I owe it to my foolish brother." Sesshomaru thought to himself.
(1 day later)
"Well, we've been standing out here for almost an hour now, guys. I thought you said these demons were 'coming'." Miroku said, quickly becoming impatient. "They are coming. I smell them." Inuyasha said with a growl. "I'm impressed, Inuyasha. You're still able to use your senses relatively well." Sesshomaru said, trying to give a compliment (though it came off as sarcasm). "Feh. Of course I can still use my senses well. Just wait, Sesshomaru. You'll see that I can still fight, too." Inuyasha said, cracking his knuckles. Inuyasha was back in his famous red haori, wearing it for the first time in years. He had gone to wearing more traditional clothing, and he had all but forgotten his robe of the fire- rat. Inuyasha figured that if he was going to battle, he might as well wear the robe that had protected him and helped him through so many battles in the past. Sango was in her demon-slayer outfit, which still fit after all of these years. Kagome was wearing a miko outfit similar to the one Kikyo wore, simply because it was free-flowing and easy to move around in. She was armed with her bow and many arrows; over time, she had become a tremendously accurate archer, and her arrows could burst through almost anything. Even Sesshomaru was impressed when he saw her fire an arrow at (and through) a tree the previous day. Sesshomaru was in his traditional garb, strange-looking fluffy thing and all. Still, no one had ANY idea what in the world the fluffy thing was (and no one was about to ask him, either ). Miroku was the only one who DIDN'T wear some sort of traditional clothing (although he did carry his staff). He was in tennis shoes, shorts, and a tank top. When Sango asked her husband why he was wearing these clothes, the monk said simply "They're comfy, and I can't battle if I'm not comfy." Miroku, Sango, and Kagome all stood together silently, staring at the well while awaiting their foes. Inuyasha and Sesshomaru stood next to one another, exchanging cold stares. After 20 years, it's obvious that some things had changed, but some things will always remain the same.
Okay, that's all for this chapter. Kinda a cliff-hanger, since I didn't get to the start of the battle. They're all standing by the well, waiting for the demons to come through (and they WILL come through, in the next chapter ). In the next chapter, I'm going to introduce Sesshomarai's love interest. One way or another, it WILL be an original character. I'm not terrible at making up original characters, but I'm not 'great' either. So next chapter should be interesting! Anyways, (serious face) 'tune in next time to see Sesshomarai's new love interest and the beginning of the battle in modern times!!!' ; Tonyf
Here I am, out of college until the fall, a little free time on my hands. So what have I decided to do? Write a new chapter for my fanfic, of course! This chapter will feature Inuyasha and Co. in modern times. Since I left them out of the last chapter completely, I've decided to dedicate this entire chapter to them. Enjoy! Tonyf
(Modern Times)
"Inuyasha, what exactly are you doing?" Miroku asked, a sweatdrop adorning his head. Miroku had just walked up to his friend, and the sight he saw wasn't pretty - Inuyasha was standing in the bathroom (almost naked), facing the mirror, spreading shaving cream across his body. "I'm too hairy. All of this extra hair isn't good for battle; and I'm sure my idiot brother will never let me hear the end of it if I get slowed down by extra hair." Inuyasha explained. At this, the sweatdrop on Miroku's head only continued to grow larger. "Uh, Inuyasha? You DO realize that a little extra hair on your body won't slow you down at ALL, right? How in the hell could "hair" slow you down???" Miroku asked, completely perplexed. "What the hell are you talking about? Of course the extra hair will slow me down! It's unnecessary!" Inuyasha growled. "My god. He's lived in this world for almost 20 years now, and Kagome still hasn't beaten the foolishness out of him. I sincerely hope he still remembers how to fight." Miroku thought to himself, walking out of the bathroom with his head shaking. "OWWWW!!!!" Inuyasha yelled, throwing the razor in the sink as blood dripped from his chest. Kagome came running, hearing her husband's yell.
"What happened, Inuyasha? Is everything okay?" Kagome asked frantically as she entered the room. "It's this damn "razor" you gave me! You said it would be safe! Well, look at THIS!" He yelled, pointing at the small cut on his chest. Kagome surveyed the scene, trying her hardest not to bust out laughing. Here was Inuyasha, in nothing but his boxers, covered from head to toe in shaving cream, a tiny cut slowly dripping blood from his chest. Also, the look on his face was absolutely PRICELESS. "What in the world are you DOING, honey?" Kagome asked, trying to muffle her laughter. "I'm TRYING to become more a-row-di-naam-ic." Inuyasha replied simply, trying his damndest to pronounce the word. "You're trying to become more aerodynamic?" Kagome asked, putting emphasis on the word for his benifit. "Yes, I am. I want to be completely ready for this fight; I don't want to give Sesshomaru a reason to think I've been slacking off in the past 20 years." Inuyasha said, trying to hide the apprehension in his voice. "Oh, honey." Kagome said, walking up to her husband. She knew all of her husband's little "quirks", and she loved him because of them. Kagome knew of her husband's tremendous pride, and of his naiveity, even after almost 20 years of living in modern times. She lovingly cleaned his "wound" (which he inevitably would call a "battle-scar" if anyone was to ask ), and she helped him to shave the rest of his shaving-cream- covered body (although she KNEW it was pointless). There were no more words exchanged between the two during this process, but they weren't necessary. This time was all about the love shared by two people; unconditional, never-ending true love. This was something even the pride- stricken Inuyasha could appreciate.
Sango, Miroku, and Sesshomaru all sat at the dining room table (in Sango and Miroku's house; Inuyasha wasn't able to let Sesshomaru stay in HIS house, due to the fact that they had trouble being around one another without fighting ), silence enveloping them. Sesshomaru wasn't the most chatty person in the universe, and Miroku didn't exactly want to start a conversation with the demon lord of the Western Lands. This didn't stop Sango from breaking the silence, though. "How long do you think it'll be until these demons come through the well?" Sango asked, looking over towards Sesshomaru. "I can't say for sure. It will most likely be soon, though. I don't think Kiaku wants to wait very long for our demise." Sesshomaru responded cooly. "Do you think we'll be ready for them? Will we be strong enough to take them down?" Miroku asked, the tension dissipating after his wife's ice-breaker. "We should be able to stop them if we work together. There's no telling if my brother has kept up with his training or not, though. If he hasn't trained hard recently, or if he's let himself go completely soft, we might be in trouble. You'll need Inuyasha and I to both be at full strength in order for victory to be achieved." Sesshomaru replied, bitterness lining his voice. "Inuyasha probably hasn't trained for years. The fool really must have went soft in his time here. This era is too mundane, too 'safe'. My brother hasn't had any true challenges here, so I don't expect him to present much help to me. No matter. I, Sesshomaru, shall take care of these demons myself if necessary. I owe it to my foolish brother." Sesshomaru thought to himself.
(1 day later)
"Well, we've been standing out here for almost an hour now, guys. I thought you said these demons were 'coming'." Miroku said, quickly becoming impatient. "They are coming. I smell them." Inuyasha said with a growl. "I'm impressed, Inuyasha. You're still able to use your senses relatively well." Sesshomaru said, trying to give a compliment (though it came off as sarcasm). "Feh. Of course I can still use my senses well. Just wait, Sesshomaru. You'll see that I can still fight, too." Inuyasha said, cracking his knuckles. Inuyasha was back in his famous red haori, wearing it for the first time in years. He had gone to wearing more traditional clothing, and he had all but forgotten his robe of the fire- rat. Inuyasha figured that if he was going to battle, he might as well wear the robe that had protected him and helped him through so many battles in the past. Sango was in her demon-slayer outfit, which still fit after all of these years. Kagome was wearing a miko outfit similar to the one Kikyo wore, simply because it was free-flowing and easy to move around in. She was armed with her bow and many arrows; over time, she had become a tremendously accurate archer, and her arrows could burst through almost anything. Even Sesshomaru was impressed when he saw her fire an arrow at (and through) a tree the previous day. Sesshomaru was in his traditional garb, strange-looking fluffy thing and all. Still, no one had ANY idea what in the world the fluffy thing was (and no one was about to ask him, either ). Miroku was the only one who DIDN'T wear some sort of traditional clothing (although he did carry his staff). He was in tennis shoes, shorts, and a tank top. When Sango asked her husband why he was wearing these clothes, the monk said simply "They're comfy, and I can't battle if I'm not comfy." Miroku, Sango, and Kagome all stood together silently, staring at the well while awaiting their foes. Inuyasha and Sesshomaru stood next to one another, exchanging cold stares. After 20 years, it's obvious that some things had changed, but some things will always remain the same.
Okay, that's all for this chapter. Kinda a cliff-hanger, since I didn't get to the start of the battle. They're all standing by the well, waiting for the demons to come through (and they WILL come through, in the next chapter ). In the next chapter, I'm going to introduce Sesshomarai's love interest. One way or another, it WILL be an original character. I'm not terrible at making up original characters, but I'm not 'great' either. So next chapter should be interesting! Anyways, (serious face) 'tune in next time to see Sesshomarai's new love interest and the beginning of the battle in modern times!!!' ; Tonyf