Myriadragon: [dodges cyberfruit from angry readers] WAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!!! I'm SORRY!!!!!! Really I am!!!!!! Just stop it!!!!!!!!! [is hit in the face with a large cyberapple] Ow…Who threw that? I can't write if I'm out cold! [stares around at amassed readers, then notices a pair of golden dragonfly wings behind Kokuei's shoulder] Damn you, Puck! Get your sorry fae behind out here!
Puck: [sheepishly flittering over to author] Sorry…
Myriadragon: No you're not
Puck: [thinks] No, I'm not
Myriadragon: [to readers] Why do I keep him around again?
Readers: BECAUSE HE IS YOUR MUSE!!!! AND WE WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS, SO GET ON WITH THE STORY ALREADY!!!!!
Myriadragon: Sorry…and actually he's not exactly MY muse. Emania (wonderful author, you should all read Breaking the Habit) has a prior claim to him. I don't want anyone to think I'm a Muse thief! But technically Puck is a species, not an individual, so who says there can't be two of him? And A Midsummer Night's Dream is done so many times that many Faeries have played Puck…besides, he's famous, and people tend to name their children after famous people, so there's probably a lot of Pucks running around Heartwood (which is where MY Puck comes from. It's a big old oak tree.) Oh and he's not my only muse. There's Archie, the communal Plot Llama (I share him with Celia Telphanra and my BFF), and Ariel (The Tempest) (Incidentally, he is NOT from Heartwood, as he's not an Earth Faerie. He's an Air Faerie, and thus from…ahh, I dunno. Someone help me name the place), as well as the Sundry Tech Sprites (from YSP's production of The Tempest).
Readers: Do we look like we care? Get on with the story already!!!!
Ariel: [Bows floridly (fun word!) while hovering over author's shoulder] Apologies, frequenters of FanFiction.Net
Archie: [attempts to dive at author]
Myriadragon: [dodging flying Plot Llama] NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! You've given me too many ideas already!!! Hold off until I finish DOD! And 10Y! And TAM! And RR! And EdC! And—
Oh dear I've forgotten about the story again. I am so sorry my dear wonderful readers! [Curtseys] I left you on an evil evil evil cliffy! But I had memorizing and rehearsal and we had to clean out my grandfather's office (he died about a year ago) and Ooie wouldn't let me on the CPU and I had dress rehearsal and a performance and still rehearsals and memorizing and we were in Toledo (Ohio) and…
Disclaimer: NO. (there, I made it short, so we could get on with the story. Aren't you happy? Ahh! Not the cyberfruit!)
Evil Thing O' The Day: Me, obviously. But also Inu-Yasha/Yu Yu Hakusho crossovers (waaaaaaaaaaaaay too many of the darn things), and my CPU, and Ooie, and…
Review responses at the end, I know you all want to get on with it!
On with the insanity…
Double O Demon
Chapter 12: What We're Trying to Say
"Let's go," Miroku said quickly, pulling Sango and Inu-Yasha to the door.
"Miroku, wha—"
"Call Kirara," he ordered once they were out on the sidewalk.
Sango frowned but whistled anyway. "All right, she's coming. What do we do now, sir?" she spat.
Miroku sighed. "Don't be like that. We need to get out of here, now, before he goes demon." He nodded at Inu-Yasha, whose eyes had already begun to orange around his pupils. They would soon turn to crimson. "If we don't get him to K soon, if she doesn't calm him down—"
"We'll have a big problem," Sango finished, nodding. "You're right."
"We just have to keep an eye on him until Kirara comes," Miroku said, watching Inu-Yasha's fevered pacing along the sidewalk. "Hey…about…about what you said before…"
"Kirara's here," Sango said quickly, turning away so he wouldn't see her blush.
Miroku saw it anyway but made no comment. He tugged the distracted hanyou to Kirara, then clambered up to sit astride the fire cat, behind Sango. He put an arm around her waist (more to help him stay on than anything else) and she jumped. Oh boy… Miroku thought with a sigh. He put his other arm around her waist and she jumped again. "We need to talk," he whispered.
"Not now," she replied, concentrating very hard on directing Kirara southward.
"You're blushing."
"And why do you think that is?" she snapped.
"All right, I'll drop it…for now."
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"K! K! Get your ancient behind out here, damnit!" Miroku cried, seizing Inu-Yasha's arm. "Sango, get his other side. Damnit, K, get out here!"
"What be the—Step away from him," Kaede commanded, coming out onto the pier (A/N they're back in Chicago). Miroku and Sango stepped back hastily.
"You've gone far into the madness this time, Inu-kun," she said calmly, taking his head between her hands. He snarled and lunged at her, but K, with more strength than she seemed to possess, held him off. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Now now, Agent Enkou, that wasn't very nice. Let me see your eyes…Mm, almost fully red. They'll be a splendid shade of crimson before long." She closed her eyes and thought the incantation. Her lips moved, tracing the words in the air between them, but no sound came out. White light shone from between her palms and Inu-Yasha's face. He snarled again, trying to flee her power, but she held him fast. Slowly his eyes faded through orange back to amber, and the purple (A/N red? Can't remember…) stripes faded from his cheeks. The muscles of his face relaxed and he blinked. ([winces] man that's a long paragraph…)
"K…?" he said uncertainly. "What…"
"Ye were turning full demon."
"You had us worried for a moment there, Inu-kun," Miroku said, coming up with Sango at his side.
"What about Kagome?" Inu-Yasha asked. "We have to find her! We need to—"
"Calm down," K said sharply. "Sango, Miroku, take him inside. 'Tis almost nightfall—I'll not have you out tonight. Tomorrow we'll form a plan."
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"Inu-Yasha, stop pacing," Sango demanded. "You're giving me a headache."
"Well then let's go!" he snapped. "I can't stand all this waiting!" He began to pace again.
"Oh for the love of—Why do I even bother?" Sango cried, throwing up her hands in disgust.
"Because you're persistent, my dear," Miroku said, coming up behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist.
Sango jumped and pulled away. He shrugged. "Here's your tea," he said, handing a mug to K, who didn't fail to notice the disappointed look he wore.
She sighed. "All of you, calm down. We're not getting anything useful done."
They had woken the morning after Kagome was taken to bright skies and warm sun. Confident the weather would hold, they spent the day planning and running a computer search—aided by Kaede- and Inu-Yasha's miko and demon powers, of course—to find Kagome. Towards sunset they finally had a hit, in a port town in Door County ([hands around maps]). Leaving the computer to do a more detailed search overnight, the four went to bed sure they would be able to leave in the morning.
Nature, however, had other ideas. Actually, I suspect Puck had a hand in it. He and Ariel were determined to have Kagome hanging by her wrists for at least 48 hours, so I think Puck went to Her and asked for some assistance. Then again, maybe She was just mad at Wisconsin.
Whatever the reason, they were stuck. No less than seven tornadoes had descended upon Wisconsin, leaving them stranded in Illinois. (I'm not entirely making this up. About two weeks ago we did get seven tornadoes. But they only lasted for a few minutes each, not the whole day (they were small tornadoes). And then there was the earthquake…er, back to the story.)
So they were spending the day being snippy together in the briefing room (if you watch Stargate it's a bit like that). Inu-Yasha, being both the most worried and the one with the shortest fuse, alternated between pacing and arguing with Shippo, their techie. Miroku spent his time trying to talk to Sango. Her nervousness seemed to have magnified tenfold, for she was doing every possible chore imaginable in an attempt to avoid him. K was seated at the long table trying (unsuccessfully) not to develop a headache.
"Look, I know ye all be worried about Kagome," she continued (from waaaaaayy back four paragraphs ago). "But this is getting us nowhere. Shippo and I will continue to search for Kagome. Sango, Miroku, get the gear together. Inu-Yasha…go work out. I have a feeling if you don't punch something soon, you'll explode."
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"How goes it?" asked K, coming into the room where Sango and Miroku were working.
"I think we have everything, except—Miroku, what is this? I can't read your handwriting," Sango said, peering at a piece of paper. "Wei shei?" she guessed.
"What—oh, that," he said, coming to stand behind her chair and reading over her shoulder. "'Well spell'…except I've forgotten what that is."
Sango turned to look at him. "You are an idiot."
"But of course, Sango dear," he said with a grin. "That's why you keep me around," he added in mock seriousness, ducking his head to press his nose against hers.
Sango, of course, turned red and moved away as Miroku and Kaede sighed.
"I, fortunately, remember what a well spell is, and I'll go prepare one," K said. "But this is getting ridiculous, ye two." She winced as a loud thud came from the next room, where Inu-Yasha was sharing his tension with the gym equipment. "I'd better go see what he's broken…fortunately the weather has cleared up, so the three of ye can leave soon."
Sango made for the door, but Kaede caught her, "No. Ye two need to work this out, now. We can't have ye distracted on this mission. I'll go see to Inu-Yasha, and when the two of ye come out of this room I expect this to be resolved."
"She makes it seem like such a big deal," said Sango, fiddling with something on the work counter.
"I thought it was a big deal," said Miroku, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"I don't think so," she replied, moving to fiddle with something else several feet away.
Miroku let out an exasperated sigh. "Sango, stop it!" he exploded. "Look, I'm sorry, all right? I was eavesdropping and I shouldn't have been. But that doesn't change what I heard, and I'd like some answers."
"I know. I—it's just so…hard," she said weakly.
"Then let me try." He pulled her around to face him and kissed her gently. Sango relaxed and closed her eyes, shivering with delight as he ran his hands along her arms.
"Now I could be wrong," he said a little shakily, pulling back, "but I think that's what we're trying to say."
"Why does it have to be so hard?" she asked, burying her face in his chest.
"I guess the harder it is the more worthwhile it is," he replied into her hair. Sango let him kiss her again, but couldn't find the courage to kiss him back.
"Damnit Sango, are you going to kiss me or no? I thought you wanted me to do this. Or am I completely misreading the signs?"
"That's not what I'm saying at all!" Sango cried. It's just—rrgh!" she growled, burying her face in his chest again. He's trembling…she thought. "You're shaking." Her voice was distant, oddly calm.
"I'm a little nervous," he replied in a similar tone, as though he was commenting about the weather.
They stood like that for several minutes, leaning against each other but not speaking, neither having the courage to break the awkward silence. In fact, it seemed they would be stuck like that forever until Inu-Yasha called.
"Hey, you two, hurry it up," he shouted from the briefing room.
"Please, before he kills me!" came another, smaller voice they recognized as Shippo.
"We should go…" Miroku said, pulling away.
Damn, damn, and double damn. Sango caught his wrist and pulled him into a fierce kiss.
When they broke for air (funny how you never seem to have a large enough supply…not that I would know…sniff…=P) Miroku gaped at her. "Sango…"
She rolled her eyes. "Come on, monk, before we have a kitsune corpse on our hands," she said, pulling him out the door
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Myriadragon: [to STS] [whispers] quick, while they're distracted by the fluffy…get the fruit! All of it!
Hee hee hee…
Well, anyway, there you go. My first major fluff scene…I've had it planned for about a month, but I don't think it's good enough. Feh, if you all like it I guess it'll do.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We got expanded cable so I can now watch Inu-Yasha (I've been reading the manga)! If somebody could tell me when it's on (and your time zone so I can convert to CST), I would be forever in your debt!
I OWE AN APOLOGY TO PRINCESSKITTY, THE AUTHOR OF ONCE IN A LEAP YEAR. SHE HAS POSTED NOW, SO, GOMEN!
Kokuei: Well, I did miss you for ch. 9, but you're forgiven =D. Yes, the world is evil, as am I…but hopefully the fluff this chappie has decreased my evilness. More to come! Oh and in your last review you put the url of a jap/eng dictionary, muchos gracias (many thanks), it is very useful!
Jojodacrow: O.O wow, five reviews in a row! I officially love you. I'm glad you have enjoyed my insanity thus far, and hope the fluff was to your liking? Thank you for the many compliments!
Myinuyasha04: NOOOOOOOO!!!!! You can't kill Koga yet, I need him in ch. 13!!!!!!!!!!--!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ah well, I guess Ariel's evil plans for his OOCness will never be fufilled…oh wait, he's still breathing. Good. And yes, he is a rather cuddly monk, isn't he? Much cuddling in this chapter…muahaha…
Inuyashas girl: Er, here is your more. But Inu and Kag get to stay apart for one more chapter before…muahaha
Inuchick06: glad you like it, sorry about the cliffie. But you know I just had to do it…and yes, I did have a happy Bday, thank you for your well wishes!
Lalalalalalala: Oh dear lord and lady preserve us…YOU ARE A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE PERV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you have no idea how to spell kiss…hey, how many Mulvihills does it take to wire a lightbulb?
Tieve Turiel: no, Micki (that's how you spell it!) didn't invent him. And as to your semi-new philosophy…but of course. Fate absolutely ADORES irony. Sounds similar to Murphy's Law. Actually, I thought of Naraku in a suit as opposed to a baboon…but you have given me ideas…muahaha…And Trouble doesn't need to bother himself with the faeries, they actually are quite useful (just don't tell them or their egos will be too big to fit through the door…)
Next Chapter: Koga is horribly OOC, and the author discusses a character she knows nothing about --;; (this is written, so look for it tomorrow or Thurs!)
Love, friends, and Ramen,
--Myriadragon