I know, I know, its been ages, but college! It sucks!
Here's another chap of Welcome to the Fold, hope you all like it!
I don't own inu, you really ought to know that by now, man!
Chap: Halberds, and hands off
Kagome walked slowly down the path to the shrine. Inuyasha was keeping to the trees, deftly leaping from branch to branch. His face had been tense as he'd left her side, betraying his worry. Something felt very off about this from the beginning.
For one thing, Inuyasha had gotten lost.
Of course, he insisted that he'd known where he was going all along, and in truth she thought he had. But they had passed the spot three times before they'd been able to find it. Both of them had smelled the electric aura around the place that easily betrayed holy magic, they just hadn't seen it. "Redirection spell," Inuyasha had muttered. "The whole shrine grounds are covered by it. What the hell are they thinking?" Kagome agreed. From the looks of the place, it was obviously a tourist spot. So why would they try to hide it during the middle of summer, high tourist season?
Something was very, very wrong.
The sound of a staff jingling reached her ears, and she picked up her pace. As she came to the shrine entrace, she spotted dozens on dozens of torn and burned strips of paper with old kanji written on them. She recognized them from her training. Holy seals and charms to ward off demons. Four of the creatures had succumbed to the monk's spells and were nothing but black crisps. She couldn't tell if they'd been werewolves or something else.
Kagome suddenly heard shouts, like rough fighting. She started to run through the temple, and could suddenly see it. Magics of two very different types were almost splattered on the walls, along with traces of fresh blood.
'Human male, healthy, late teens/early twenties, with very strong holy magic' the scent told her. The other magics present were werewolves. Their scents were acrid and strange, almost burning her nose. 'Enemies, foreign clan,' the scent practically screamed at her. 'Older werewolves, smarter, more magical knowledge and cunning. Definitely something to avoid.' She would be more than happy to oblige.
As she rounded the corner to the main hall, she sensed it. Incredibly powerful magic, old and serene. It spoke of quiet winds and waves lapping on the shore. Kagome didn't have to see it to know it. The Amokoi halberd.
She followed its trail to a small room, ignoring the sounds of battle for now. As she opened the door, she thought that a Hollywood movie set couldn't have done it better. The halberd was set in a small boulder like the Sword in the Stone, the room dark accept for the object, lit by a bright ray of sunshine from the skylight above.
The miko girl swallowed as she walked towards it, wooden floor boards creaking softly. No noise reached this room, enhancing the stillness of it. The entire place practically screamed sacred. She wasn't supposed to be here, she wasn't supposed to touch this----
SPPLLLAAASSSHHH!!!
"Blaugh!" Kagome spluttered water out her mouth. She looked up angrily at the bucket now hanging loose above her head. The girl stared. Buckets were all over the ceiling, hung up by wires that seemed to sink into the wall and–she groaned as she looked at the floor. No trip wires, so that meant--- Oh great. The whole floor was pressure sensitive. She'd get soaked every step of the way.
She frowned up at the buckets in puzzlement. Why would someone set up something this elaborate and not make it something deadly? If they were trying to protect it from demons, why just wat—Oh. It suddenly hit her what she was getting soaked in. The perfect vampire and werewolf killer. Water would easily erase the smell of pure magic, making it seem harmless until it touched their skin, when it would burn like sulphuric acid.
Holy water. Every bucket was filled to the brim with holy water. Kagome silently thanked god that she wasn't demonic or she'd be a walking advertisement for plastic surgery right about now.
She resolutely marched forward, seven buckets dumping water all over her, and yanked the halberd free. Just as she was about to turn, she sighed. The girl knelt down before the stone. "I'm sorry, to disturb your rest, but I have need of this. I promise to return it as soon as I can." She then rose and walked out to the hall.
The noise suddenly seemed dozens of times louder now. She was about to slip back out to find Inuyasha when----"Goddammit, you rotten sons of bitches!!! This was our claim!!!!" 'Huh? Was that–' she sprinted down the hall. Finding the main antechamber, she gasped. Inuyasha and three other werewolves were fighting literally tooth and claw. The three others wore black pants and shirts, and their hair (or in the big one's case, fur) was bright obnoxious orange. 'What sort of clan are they?' she wondered. From what she could see, (they were moving so fast she could barely make it out), Inuyasha had some light cuts, and only one bigger slash down his left arm.
The other three were not faring so well. They had burn marks all over them, and multiple cuts and bruises. Inuyasha was kicking their ass! A soft groan caught her attention. A man in black was crumpled to the side of the room. She put the halberd by the wall and hurried over to him. It was the monk! "Are you okay?!"
He looked at her with mild panic, "You have to get out of here! Those things will kill you!" He gasped in pain as she checked one of his wounds, a large slash down his side. She sighed in relief, "Its okay, they missed anything serious. Lets get you out of this room, Inuyasha can handle those guys."
He looked at the girl in confusion. "You know that thing?"
She gave the monk a hard look. "You ask a thing what it is, you ask a person who. His name is Inuyasha. Can you stand?"
"I think so." She helped the man rise and together they limped out of the room to the quieter hall. He leaned against the wall and studied this odd woman–no, girl. She couldn't be more than 16. He flinched as a loud crash sounded and chanced a look around the door. One of the orange ones was dangling half out of a wall, and the other two were starting to look worried. The white one–Inuyasha, she'd said–was actually looking happy. "You know, I ought to be thanking you guys. I haven't had a decent workout in a while!" He launched an attack and the monk pulled back around to his side of the wall. He sank down so that he was sitting with his back to the wall. Why oh why did this have to be one of those days?
"Here, this should help your wound," the girl said. She knelt down and began to treat him as he moved the cloth away. Looking more closely at her, he noticed something odd. She was soaked. Completely soaked. She could catch a cold like that. (Although, he had to admit it did wonderful things to her chest.)
It hit him hard what he was really seeing. There wasn't a pool or lake or pond for three miles. And the spell on the temple hadn't been lifted yet. The halberd leaning on the wall beside her was the most obvious clue. She was in on the whole thing!! He started to rise, try and do something---No, wait. If she was in on this, why was she bothering to patch him up? Why not just finish the job the others had started? Unless they needed him to use the halberd for them.
He glared at her as he spoke. "What are you doing here?"
She looked startled at his tone. "Huh? Oh." Her eyes flashed guiltily. "Um, pretty much, we're here for the same reason they are," she pointed out the door.
"I knew it. How the hell did you get past the water?" He asked with icy calm.
She suddenly glared at him. "Hey! Why are you getting so mad?"
"Why? You have the nerve to ask me that while four werewolves are tearing my home apart?"
"Oh! I'm sorry," she flushed, "that was thoughtless of me."
He stared. What was up with this girl? Could it be that they were using her? "Are you human?"
"I used to be," she said softly. "Hey, I just realized, we haven't been introduced. I'm Kagome Higurashi."
"Miroku Kujoni," he replied absently. "You said you used to be? What are you now?"
"I'm a vampire."
He suddenly lunged forward and grabbed her jaw. "Hey!" She shouted, unknowingly letting him see her fangs. All the proof he needed to see, but he could barely believe it. "That's not possible," Miroku said dazzedly. "You would have been burned alive by the holy water!"
"Get.
Your.
Fucking.
Hands.
Off.
My.
Woman."
Inuyasha's voice sounded like shotgun blasts. The boy stood framed in the doorway like an avenging god and looked like he would gladly rip the monk's hand off.
***&&&^^&^
The sh*t's about to hit the fan for everyone's fav monk. Please review!!
Here's another chap of Welcome to the Fold, hope you all like it!
I don't own inu, you really ought to know that by now, man!
Chap: Halberds, and hands off
Kagome walked slowly down the path to the shrine. Inuyasha was keeping to the trees, deftly leaping from branch to branch. His face had been tense as he'd left her side, betraying his worry. Something felt very off about this from the beginning.
For one thing, Inuyasha had gotten lost.
Of course, he insisted that he'd known where he was going all along, and in truth she thought he had. But they had passed the spot three times before they'd been able to find it. Both of them had smelled the electric aura around the place that easily betrayed holy magic, they just hadn't seen it. "Redirection spell," Inuyasha had muttered. "The whole shrine grounds are covered by it. What the hell are they thinking?" Kagome agreed. From the looks of the place, it was obviously a tourist spot. So why would they try to hide it during the middle of summer, high tourist season?
Something was very, very wrong.
The sound of a staff jingling reached her ears, and she picked up her pace. As she came to the shrine entrace, she spotted dozens on dozens of torn and burned strips of paper with old kanji written on them. She recognized them from her training. Holy seals and charms to ward off demons. Four of the creatures had succumbed to the monk's spells and were nothing but black crisps. She couldn't tell if they'd been werewolves or something else.
Kagome suddenly heard shouts, like rough fighting. She started to run through the temple, and could suddenly see it. Magics of two very different types were almost splattered on the walls, along with traces of fresh blood.
'Human male, healthy, late teens/early twenties, with very strong holy magic' the scent told her. The other magics present were werewolves. Their scents were acrid and strange, almost burning her nose. 'Enemies, foreign clan,' the scent practically screamed at her. 'Older werewolves, smarter, more magical knowledge and cunning. Definitely something to avoid.' She would be more than happy to oblige.
As she rounded the corner to the main hall, she sensed it. Incredibly powerful magic, old and serene. It spoke of quiet winds and waves lapping on the shore. Kagome didn't have to see it to know it. The Amokoi halberd.
She followed its trail to a small room, ignoring the sounds of battle for now. As she opened the door, she thought that a Hollywood movie set couldn't have done it better. The halberd was set in a small boulder like the Sword in the Stone, the room dark accept for the object, lit by a bright ray of sunshine from the skylight above.
The miko girl swallowed as she walked towards it, wooden floor boards creaking softly. No noise reached this room, enhancing the stillness of it. The entire place practically screamed sacred. She wasn't supposed to be here, she wasn't supposed to touch this----
SPPLLLAAASSSHHH!!!
"Blaugh!" Kagome spluttered water out her mouth. She looked up angrily at the bucket now hanging loose above her head. The girl stared. Buckets were all over the ceiling, hung up by wires that seemed to sink into the wall and–she groaned as she looked at the floor. No trip wires, so that meant--- Oh great. The whole floor was pressure sensitive. She'd get soaked every step of the way.
She frowned up at the buckets in puzzlement. Why would someone set up something this elaborate and not make it something deadly? If they were trying to protect it from demons, why just wat—Oh. It suddenly hit her what she was getting soaked in. The perfect vampire and werewolf killer. Water would easily erase the smell of pure magic, making it seem harmless until it touched their skin, when it would burn like sulphuric acid.
Holy water. Every bucket was filled to the brim with holy water. Kagome silently thanked god that she wasn't demonic or she'd be a walking advertisement for plastic surgery right about now.
She resolutely marched forward, seven buckets dumping water all over her, and yanked the halberd free. Just as she was about to turn, she sighed. The girl knelt down before the stone. "I'm sorry, to disturb your rest, but I have need of this. I promise to return it as soon as I can." She then rose and walked out to the hall.
The noise suddenly seemed dozens of times louder now. She was about to slip back out to find Inuyasha when----"Goddammit, you rotten sons of bitches!!! This was our claim!!!!" 'Huh? Was that–' she sprinted down the hall. Finding the main antechamber, she gasped. Inuyasha and three other werewolves were fighting literally tooth and claw. The three others wore black pants and shirts, and their hair (or in the big one's case, fur) was bright obnoxious orange. 'What sort of clan are they?' she wondered. From what she could see, (they were moving so fast she could barely make it out), Inuyasha had some light cuts, and only one bigger slash down his left arm.
The other three were not faring so well. They had burn marks all over them, and multiple cuts and bruises. Inuyasha was kicking their ass! A soft groan caught her attention. A man in black was crumpled to the side of the room. She put the halberd by the wall and hurried over to him. It was the monk! "Are you okay?!"
He looked at her with mild panic, "You have to get out of here! Those things will kill you!" He gasped in pain as she checked one of his wounds, a large slash down his side. She sighed in relief, "Its okay, they missed anything serious. Lets get you out of this room, Inuyasha can handle those guys."
He looked at the girl in confusion. "You know that thing?"
She gave the monk a hard look. "You ask a thing what it is, you ask a person who. His name is Inuyasha. Can you stand?"
"I think so." She helped the man rise and together they limped out of the room to the quieter hall. He leaned against the wall and studied this odd woman–no, girl. She couldn't be more than 16. He flinched as a loud crash sounded and chanced a look around the door. One of the orange ones was dangling half out of a wall, and the other two were starting to look worried. The white one–Inuyasha, she'd said–was actually looking happy. "You know, I ought to be thanking you guys. I haven't had a decent workout in a while!" He launched an attack and the monk pulled back around to his side of the wall. He sank down so that he was sitting with his back to the wall. Why oh why did this have to be one of those days?
"Here, this should help your wound," the girl said. She knelt down and began to treat him as he moved the cloth away. Looking more closely at her, he noticed something odd. She was soaked. Completely soaked. She could catch a cold like that. (Although, he had to admit it did wonderful things to her chest.)
It hit him hard what he was really seeing. There wasn't a pool or lake or pond for three miles. And the spell on the temple hadn't been lifted yet. The halberd leaning on the wall beside her was the most obvious clue. She was in on the whole thing!! He started to rise, try and do something---No, wait. If she was in on this, why was she bothering to patch him up? Why not just finish the job the others had started? Unless they needed him to use the halberd for them.
He glared at her as he spoke. "What are you doing here?"
She looked startled at his tone. "Huh? Oh." Her eyes flashed guiltily. "Um, pretty much, we're here for the same reason they are," she pointed out the door.
"I knew it. How the hell did you get past the water?" He asked with icy calm.
She suddenly glared at him. "Hey! Why are you getting so mad?"
"Why? You have the nerve to ask me that while four werewolves are tearing my home apart?"
"Oh! I'm sorry," she flushed, "that was thoughtless of me."
He stared. What was up with this girl? Could it be that they were using her? "Are you human?"
"I used to be," she said softly. "Hey, I just realized, we haven't been introduced. I'm Kagome Higurashi."
"Miroku Kujoni," he replied absently. "You said you used to be? What are you now?"
"I'm a vampire."
He suddenly lunged forward and grabbed her jaw. "Hey!" She shouted, unknowingly letting him see her fangs. All the proof he needed to see, but he could barely believe it. "That's not possible," Miroku said dazzedly. "You would have been burned alive by the holy water!"
"Get.
Your.
Fucking.
Hands.
Off.
My.
Woman."
Inuyasha's voice sounded like shotgun blasts. The boy stood framed in the doorway like an avenging god and looked like he would gladly rip the monk's hand off.
***&&&^^&^
The sh*t's about to hit the fan for everyone's fav monk. Please review!!