Disclaimer: Inuyasha, YYH and Harry Potter characters all belong to their respective owners, which do not include me.
This chapter was co-written by myself and LordPixel (Taiven). The anime muses are mine. The Harry Potter muses are hers. The barely existent plotlines are a result of our twisted minds and way too much time walking on the beach with nothing to do.
Miroku walks down the hall, whistling.
"Hello, Miroku!" says Dark Harry. The priest replies happily.
"Hello!" Dark Harry scowls, as he had been trying to intimidate the weird man and had failed miserably. Miroku continues walking down the hallway as Dark Harry follows him, still scowling. As Harry begins to catch up, they near a window, where the curtain is waving in the breeze. An evil idea of Taiven's occurs to Harry. His emerald eyes narrow as he looks from Miroku to the window and back. Dark Harry clasps his hands together behind his backs and whistles, the tune clashing horribly with Miroku's already present one. Not for long! Dark Harry thinks gleefully. Unclasping his hands, he swiftly pushes the priest out of the open, fourth story window. Replacing his hands behind his back, Harry continues down the hall. His whistling sounds much better now that the inferior tune of the monk's has been dealt with.
I push the letters in the alphabet cereal around with my spoon, wondering how many curse words one can find in a single serving of "Alphabits". (Which is copyrighted and I have nobody's permission to be using) So far, fourteen. As I spot another "S", I wonder if making a word plural should count. My thoughts are interrupted by a blood curdling scream. I look up from the cereal, and out the window above the sink a purple blur can be seen falling. I hold my breath as I wait for it….wait for it…. "THUD!" I wince as the sound I was waiting for arrives. A soft moan can be heard. Picking up the forgotten breakfast cereal I carry it to the sink and throw open the window. I lean my head out and look down, only to see a robed figure lying still on the ground below. In Kurama's rosebushes! On one hand, I think that the bushes may have softened the priest's landing, but on the other, landing in Kurama's roses may be more painful in the long run.
Hiei looks up from his bowl, scratch that, vat of ice cream. "Whatcha looking at?" He asks. I reply nonchalantly. "Miroku just fell out a window, and landed in Kurama's rosebushes. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost." Hiei has gone back to the ice cream, but looks up again as a cloaked figure enters the room. "He didn't fall. I pushed him!" Dark Harry states proudly. I look at him, my eyes wide. "Nani?!" I roll my eyes. Quickly devising a plan, which even I can tell from his shifty eyes darting around the room, he pulls back a sleeve, revealing a phoenix tattoo. He attempts to make it look accidental, but the logic is lost on Hiei, who eyes it excitedly. Dark Harry starts towards the door. Calling after him, he yells just a bit too loud for it to be unintentional. "If anyone's looking for me, I'll be in my room. Upstairs."
Abandoning his ice cream, which takes me completely by surprise, Hiei leaps up and follows the teenage wizard. I should have known. Sticking my head back out the window, I note that Miroku is still lying comatose in the roses. Oh, well. I think, at the very least this will be interesting. I consider asking Harry not to kill Hiei, as he is a most fascinating muse, but remember just in time that only my muses can kill each other. At the worst, Taiven's Dark Harry could seriously injure him. Oh, no. The voices in my head can only kill each other. Otherwise, they're indestructible.
Harry grins wickedly as he hears Hiei's footsteps echoing his own. He rubs his hands together, obviously excited. Dark Harry settles down in an armchair next to the wide, open window. Hiei stands in front of him, and shows the boy his tattoo. "Canyoumakeitglow? Canyoupleasemakeitglow? Puhleeeese?" Dark Harry takes out his wand in one hand, and holds up the other, bringing it level with Hiei's shoulders. Distracting him by making random movements with the wand, Dark Harry swiftly pushes the fire-demon out the window. He looks out of it and watches the confused muse descend.
While his head and shoulders are still conveniently out of the window, I sneak up behind him and kick him sharply in the ribs. He doubles over in pain, but looses his shaky footing and follows his two victims out the window. I smirk as I watch, but I know everyone here's tricks, and I am not about to stick my entire upper body out the window anytime soon. The double sets of screams come to an abrupt halt. As I walk out of Dark Harry's room, Kurama walks by. I spot the open window, but before I can formulate a plan his voice interrupts me.
"What were you doing in Dark Harry's room? And how did you get in there without being hexed into next year? When I tried to get in there last week-" He is interrupted as I drag him over to the window and shove his head outside it.
"Look." I command sharply.
"I'll kill them!" Shouts Kurama.
"Go ahead!" I say and push him out the window. I smile evilly. Four down, an infinite number to go. His rosebushes, affected by his ki, cushion his fall. "Have fun!" I walk away happily. I hear voices downstairs and turn to follow the sound.