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Chapter 2- The Rivers Run Red
In the morning, Dumbledore, looking no less freshly pressed after the hassle of the night before, stood in front of the Room of Requirement. He could see directly in, because there was no door. Shards of wood still hung on to the hinges, but the door lay in shreds on the floor.
He poked his head in, to see a still-sleeping Sango, Shippo, and Miroku. No Inuyasha.
Eri, beside him, gaped in shock at what remained of the door. Sango, sleepy-eyed and befuddled, woke up and came over to the entrance.
What happened here? Dumbledore asked, Eri translating.
After a few minutes, Sango realized that the door was not like that for decoration, and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
She sighed.
Where did he go?To see Kagome, probably. Here, I'll come with you to find them. She turned back into the room.
A few thumps, smacks, and screams later, a po'd Sango, a blissfully dazed Miroku, and a perky Shippo followed the Headmaster and Eri to the hospital wing.
They found Inuyasha slumped against Kagome's bed, said girl just waking up. Dumbledore stalked up to the crouched red figure, and boomed menacingly above him.
What did you do to the door! I will not tolerate destruction of school property! I let you stay in my school, and this is how you thank me! Destroying my door!
Eri, piping up from the back of the group, translated.
It wouldn't let me out. He mumbled, shrinking under the old man's glare.
At that, his menacing air faded.
Ah, well, no harm done. He said cheerfully, And how is the young lady doing? He said, addressing the now fully awake Kagome.
After Eri repeated this in Japanese, she pushed forward to the front, curious to see her.
She stood staring at the prone figure on the bed for some time.
She said flatly.
Even in her awkward position on the infirmary bed, Kagome could assume an air of cold hatred. Miroku shivered, in the back of the room. He had been the receiving end of the womanly wrath many a time. It was not something he like to think about.
Stalking to the bedside, Eri looked down at her, simply staring at the pale girl for a few moments. Reaching down as if to caress her face, she pulled back suddenly and slapped her. The sound of flesh-on-flesh felt flat in the room, but echoing in the ears of all there. The loud snap of bone that followed echoed too, for real this time.
Inuyasha stood menacingly before the cowering girl, gripping her slim wrist tightly, as it hung uselessly in his hand.
How dare you, he hissed, his face dark with hatred. A weak tug on his hakama stopped him from doing some thing more drastic
Stop, Inu... She whispered weakly, her delicately bandaged hand falling back to rest on the covers beside her.
No one else heard it, but he twitched an ear and slowly backed off, his face still dark with anger.
Eri sobbed in pain, clutching her arm to her as tears poured down her face.
As Madame Pomfrey fussed over Eri, Inuyasha simmered with loathing in the corner. How dare anyone touch his Kagome!
He didn't even notice his subconscious usage of the possessive.
Soon, the now-composed but pale Eri was bustled off to her room, clutching a bandaged arm to her chest.
A bewildered Sango, Miroku, and Shippo, were left behind as Dumbledore hauled Inuyasha's endangered ass of to his office. Kagome was shaken but resolute, an angry red handprint standing out starkly against her pale face.
They all whipped around at the sound of a cough, having completely forgotten about the room's other occupant.
Have I died and gone to Japan? He mumbled, laughing slightly and running a weary hand over his flushed face.
Very funny. Kagome replied dryly, turning over to look at him.
Shippo scampered over to the Harry, pouncing on top of him. Looming over Harry, he stared wide-eyed at him.
Grunting, Harry stared right back. Who-and what- are you?
Never missing a chance to show off, which he rarely got among the inu-gumi, Shippo rustled up a swirl of blue kitsune-bi, doing a little dance on the sheets. Executing an adorable bow, Shippo sprang up with a cocky grin, reminiscent of Inuyasha, a fang peeking slightly over his bottom lip.
Shippo, kitsune youkai extroardinaire! With a final flourish, he threw some confetti into the air, cheering loudly.
Although he gave the youkai a strange look, Harry still clapped for the impromptu performance.
And the rest of you? He directed the question in the general area of the others.
Sango struck Vanna White pose, her voice unusually high and preppy- loud, too.
Drum roll please- I'mmmmmmmmmm SANGO! She shouted, throwing her hands in the air.
Sliding to his knees, Miroku struck a pose as well. Cocking and eyebrow and flipping his hair, his voice was low and Elvis-like.
Miroku, baby.
Kagome sprang form the bed, throwing her arms wide, a blindingly bright smile on her face.
I'm Kagome! She giggled.
Then they turned to each other, identical looks of shock and confusion on their faces.
What was that? Miroku asked in Japanese, still holding his Elvis pose.
They all dropped the poses, Kagome even more pale as she lay back down, panting from the exertion.
I have no idea.
Mumbling darkly, the three Feudal-agers walked from the room.
Harry stared after them.
Why were they doing that? The world will never know. But for now, I shall have to end the chapter.
A Sneak Peak' at chapter 3!
The entire school stared at them, hundreds of flickering faces in the candlelight. They were drenched in blood, and the only sound in the huge hall was the drip of blood, echoing back a thousand fold.
Then the screaming started, and all hell broke loose.
Tune in next time to find out what happens!
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ps-I'm gonna be changing my pen name soon, look out for FicheCeist!