Rotten Fangirls

Authors Interlude: (AKA Authors Note AKA Why Qem Takes So Freaking Long)

To skip, press ctrl F and go to "On with the actual story." (Qem thinks this is actually better than the story, at this point and freely admits that's. Really... Really... Sad. )

A tired looking girl sits in front of her computer. She is staring at a blank word document. Behind herself a giant flying angel like creature who looks like Yue from Card Captors Sakura is hovering. Annoyingly.

"What are you doing" Yue drawls out slowly.

"Trying to figure out what suppose to happen in Rotten Fangirls." Replies the mousey brown girl, who's wearing a warm golden brown shirt and patterned with blue flowers and a black design, golden brown skirt. The next part is said in a horrified whisper, "people are waiting for me to update." As if she finds the concept incomprehensible.

Yue snorts and rises up a few feet in the air, a pure white feather drifting down. "Come on. Being a rotten fangirl is your speciality, Qem."

Qem (pronounced "Kwem") wails "But I have writers block!"

Yue seems to find this incredibly hilarious and flies off laughing. Before Qem can leap up into the air and tackle hug him.

Qem sinks back into her black computer chair. "Dammit. I shouldn't of rescued him from the demon temple."

A smooth, dark, silky and seductive voice murmurs in the background. "Oh, are you positive about that, I mean he does have his uses, after all."

Qem wheels around in the chair slowly.

What she sees is is an incredibly sexy hunk of youkai. It looks like Sesshoumaru. Though a few things seem off. Perhaps its the face. With the larger and more wide open eyes. Or it could be the smile. After all Sesshoumaru would never wear a goofy grin as such.

Then again, it could be the clothes. After all, name the last time you saw Sesshoumaru wearing nothing but a towel. A straining set of muscles framing his body upwards.

Qem stays very still for a moment. Not one peep is released from her mouth.

And then...

"FLUFFY!" she screeches. "For goodness sake, get some freaking clothes on. Are you trying to get me in trouble with my mother."

'Fluffy' sulks but waves a hand, to reveal himself in long flowing white robes and armour, much more traditional clothing for a InuYoukai Lord.

"Any ways" He continues, "aren't you glad you rescued us from the demon temple? After all. You wouldn't want to." He walks forward in a cool, slow, seductive manner, his voice low and silky. "Lose us, after all."

Qem sighs. "Yeah, you lot are my favourite clones after all. You make good eye-candy."

Fluffy smirks at this, and continues speaking, raising one arm, to place a hand on Qem's right shoulder and gently claw at it. "Any ways, its really quite simple, all you have to do is get one of the brothers to declare, right lets shag our way out of here. And then proceed to write, thoroughly good shagging scenes for all."

Qem's mouth is wide open.

Fluffy goes defensive. "What, if you have fangirls that are on your tail, is it not better to have happy ones? And if you can get a jolly good shagging while its all about, then good times for all, right?" Mutters lowly, "better than risking what happened to the other one..." At this a cupboard in the background begins to rumble.

Qem turns the chair abruptly to break Fluffy's touch, ignoring the cupboard and she proceeds to scream "AZARIOUS!"

Fluffy mutters lowly "She never lets me have any fun."

A small, boy, with porcelain white skin, dressed in white pants, white cloak, long white sleeved shirt and a big white (what else would it be?) floppy white hat.

"Wotcher Qem." He said, in a soft serious tone, his incredibly bright green eyes

"I have told you! Stop corrupting the clones!"

Azarious blinks, his luminous green eyes, blocked by thick black eyelashes and smooth porcelain white eyelids, "I don't know what your talking about." You may all note that the boys accent is decidedly British. Rather prim and proper.

Qem hisses. "The clones are eyecandy, their suppose to behave themselves. And help serve as inspiration."

Azarious blinks.

Fluffy speaks out, flamboyantly, "But I can inspire you, while shagging!"

Qem is mortified and covers her hands with her face.

Azarious, laughs and tells Qem, "See, problem solved."

Qem, grits teeth. "Not funny."

Rumbling occurs in the cupboard. Qem eyes it warily.

"You still haven't let him out?" Azarious asks, politely.

"He's a little tempremental." Qem replies.

"As, so that would be the mouse."

Fluffy. Slowly edges away.

"I like keeping my skin intact. What!" She adds on defensively. "I put food in there for him and I ungag him... Sometimes..." Then a little gear clicks. "Thats why your going on about the shagging, your trying to distract me!" she declares at Fluffy. "Look relax, I'm not going to mousify you!"

"I'd still feel better if you let him out." Fluffy looks down at his feet reluctantly.

Azarious, sweeps his large floppy hat of his head, bows, revealing a shock of short messy white hair, "I shall work on calming him down then. Toodles."

Fluffy, "Look with the story, aren't you suppose to not call it writers block and go work on something else?"

Qem laughs uneasily. "Yeah but then I get carried away."

Fluffy, "Well why not have a look at the reviews."

Qem (making a v.v; face) "the reviewers unnerve me. More than a few are asking for updates... but how do they know when I update? Am I suppose to follow some ediquette and go off and email them or what?"

Fluffy remains silent but looks at Qem.

Qem throws her hands up in the air. "Ack. I know. I know. I love the reviews, so thankyou, Pyromaniacgirl, JustaJester, Jarjayes, HelKatz, Nem, Youkai N me, Ilikeyoai, Gaarasama and demmaj, but they make me feel guilty, cause this was just meant to be my fun random, to work on inbetween other stuff. And one person asked if they're going to have sex... And I'm wondering if they've really misunderstood me, since its suppose to be an in cannon like, or at least similar to, Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru, thrown into an exceptionally fannon situation."

"Says the girl that wrote 'Brotherly Love'" Says Fluffy.

Qem replies easily, "Yeah, but thats about the swords" Fluffy coughs in the background.

Qem continues on what she was saying before "Thats why the other chapters were written in a bold, itallicy kind of style, to emphasise the tone, who's speaking and what not, to make it look more like... A chat room kind of thing, online, a group connection... But... It is, like one of the reviewers pointed out, Nem, it is kind of annoying" adds in on a muted tone "not to mention ff doesn't like it since it keeps fucking it up."

Fluffy, in a tone of shock and outrage. "Qem watch your language!"

Qem, blinks at Fluffy owlishly. "What, its an R rated fic, I doubt people are going to care... And FF is fucking it up, why can't they make up their minds as to whether tilda and stars work or not. Why does it make the entire paragraph bold instead of just the one line?"

Fluffy remains silent for a moment. Then shrugs. "Well are you going to get to work now?"

To sum.Qem is very easily distracted, rather confused and really doesn't know what she's talking about and does not own the Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru. Just two Sesshoumaru clones (one brain damaged, the other mousified), a vindictive Yue clone and as far as you all know, Azarious. And if you want Qem to contact you when this story is updated please leave a note in your review. And finally Qem has lost the freaking plot. She has no clue what she had planned. Other than asking whether Sesshoumaru was going to propose to Sango anytime soon.

On with the actual story.

Inuyasha sat up in his corner, his back and left side to the wall, the Tessaiga held loosely in his hands, the tip dug into the ground. If Sesshoumaru tired anything he would leap up and rip out a Kaze No Kizu. His face lowered. He had been chasing Naraku for the past three days as well as trying to keep the camp safe. He rarely slept around Kagome, Miroku and the others, preferring to try and keep watch so that they would all stay safe.

Sesshoumaru, stood staring at the wall, he couldn't care less about the hanyou. Well actually he did 'care' about the hanyou. He cared about the fact that he was still alive and in this room. 'Care' referring to the meaning 'A cause for feeling concern', concern being 'Something that interests you because it is important or affects you'. Important being that it was important that Inuyasha die sometime soon to restore honour to the InuYoukai line. Or get out of this room.

As in why the fucking hell were they locked up in a room like this.

Though Sesshoumaru would never, ever openly swear, it just wasn't done, it would bring you down to the crass and crude level of, well, Inuyasha, in the privacy of his mind, he could have strong thoughts indeed. Thoughts like, how good it would feel to hear the cracking sounds as his hand tightened around certain necks.

Inuyasha pondered on how he had gotten here... He guessed correctly Sesshoumaru was doing the same thing. Though each brother did not know the others story, they were surprisingly similar.

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Inuyasha sniffed the air suspiciously. He was currently perched on a tree branch, crouched position, golden eyes sharply surveyed the area around him. A smell, that reminded him slightly of Kagome's world was in the air. Weird. He commented silently to himself. It carried trace amouts of pollution, from Kagome's world... Though not quite as toxic as Tokyo could be. They're seemed to be some weird flower scents immersed this "scent" as well.

oOo

Else where, a set of eyes, also golden but belonging to a very different face were also surveying the area. A curious scent marked the air around him. It was slightly unpleasent. He moved to leave the scent behind him when, white misty clouds drifted up from the ground – and the world changed before him.

oOo

'What the hell!' Inuyasha yelled out angrily. As white misty clouds began to drift from the ground, up along the tree branch. Inuyasha leapt of his tree, and onto another, watching as the clouds began to follow him along. 'Keh!'was Inuyasha's response. He easily leapt away again. Landing on the ground. That was a mistake. On the ground the mist more easily reached him – and he found himself in a strange place indeed.

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A fangirl in the background muttered "this is boring."

Sesshoumaru flickered his fawn like ears and gazed with his cool gold eyes at the wall ahead.

"Maybe we should bring in Miroku? I bet he could get the party started." Said another one of the fangirls. Inuyasha perked up at this and then sagged down. While it would be good to have someone who was actually on his side, Miroku would probably swallow them all into the void to get them out.

"Don't be silly" Replied YoukaiRose, "Lets bring in Naraku, and get some groovy tentacle action in."

"Ewww" chorused the other three fangirls. Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru had to agree with that. Naraku was just slime. Not to mention wanted to absorb them.

Sesshoumaru wanted to face Naraku in safe, neutral or his own turf. Not where there be the weirdest girls in the world, who's motivations were mysterious and decidedly disturbing.

Sesshoumaru didn't think he could stand it any longer.

"What exactly do we have to do to get out of here?" He coldly asked.

Fangirl, the one that had spoken to them first squealed. Too late Sesshoumaru remembered his own advice to Inuyasha about shutting up.

The third voice interceded "Well its like this, you have to go up to Inuyasha, pull him up onto his feet, have one hand around his face, bend your head down slowly pulling his up and"

What she said next was completely lost as Inuyasha had leapt to his feet and was trying to blast the walls. Sesshoumaru dodged the odd Kaze no Kizu that came his way and whipped the walls with his youki, his demonic energy.

"Oh, baby" The third fangirl was definitely sounding hot and flustered.

"Wow. Just wow." was what the first fangirl, Fan-girl had to say.

"If only they teamed up like that a little more often. Such a waste though of all that energy. It could be put to so much better use."

However the fangirls were not so impressed when two whole hours later neither one of the stubborn brothers would give up on trying to blast through the walls. Or each other. Or didn't want to stop in case that meant dealing with what happens now. The blast was directed at the other brother, were somewhat half hearted, easy to block or dodge, it seemed that both brothers had a silent agreement – kill the fangirls first, each other later.

oOo

"They must condense the show."

"Yeah."

"This is worse than Dragon Balls!"

"Bah."

"What are you guys complaining about? Look at that sweat, that sheen, mmmm, yummy!"

Sesshoumaru wondered at the strange terms. Had they been spying on previous fights? Then why had Sesshoumaru never smelled them around? What were the dragon balls? And was it as bad as it just sounded in his head? With what had happened this day the answer was probably yes.

Wait! Why hadn't he thought of it before. With his idiotic brother distracting him, he hadn't thought of his other sword. The useless one. Though Sesshoumaru would polish this sword greatly if it could cut through this awkward situation.

He pulled the Tensaiga from its sheath.