I stared at my new home in hatred and disgust.

"Rosemary, I'll—"Will began.

"OK, kid. First of all, I ain't Rosemary! The name's Akela! A—ke—la! Second, I didn't even want to do this. My mom forged my signature on that form! And—"

"SLOW DOWN!" Ashley cried. To my highly-trained eye, she had black hair and she was four years old. "The truth is Perry renames everyone he brings here. Heck, I was Rin before he named me Ashley."

My eyes widened. "You're Rin? Why'd you leave Sesshomaru?"

"I became able to handle myself. I knew, sooner or later, that our paths would separate. When they did, I was captured and sent here," Rin explained.

"I was Miroku before all this. We eventually defeated Naraku and my wind tunnel disappeared. That's why I couldn't defend myself," the nineteen-year-old said.

"HELLO! YOU'RE A FRIGGIN MONK! WHY DIDN'T YOU USE YER FRIGGIN POWERS?"

"Somehow, I lost them." Miroku heaved a sigh.

"So what's your story?" I turned to the last child. He looked familiar as well, but he was wearing a suit and tie with cut, red hair.

"I'm Shippo. They stole all my fox sorcery tools, and I can never stay shape-changed for too long. Grrrr."

"And you're Akela: Inu-Yasha's mate's friends and Harry Potter's wife. You're a mother of six leopard demon children," Rin said.

"Speaking of which," said a voice from the shadows, "where are my manners?"

A hand appeared out of nowhere and groped empty air—or so it seemed. A boy of fifteen with jet black hair, glasses, and bright green eyes appeared with six three-year-olds with long, skinny, spotted tails and round ears on the tops of their heads. "Allow me to introduce myself: I'm the husband in question, Harry Potter, and these are our children." He counted them off and named them. "Oh, Rin," he said to the girl, "I'm also a leopard Animagus."

"Sorry."

"But Shippo," he addressed the fox demon, "where's your tail?"

Shippo rubbed his ass with irritation. That was an apparent answer.

"They cut it off!" I cried.

Everyone stared at me like I was a slug or something.

"NO! I'm forced to tuck it into my shudder underwear!" He rubbed his ass again with longing.

I stroked my own ass.

"I'm a'goin' on strike," someone yelled outside.

Then a commotion was started outside. Yells deafened the insiders, with doubled pain for the demons. Finally Miroku managed to straggle out the door to see what was happening. Everyone watched from windows to make sure he wouldn't try to "flirt" with the teenage women.

People were circled around three people: one ten, another eighteen, and a third nineteen. Two were going on a row while the third was trying to separate them.

"If you go on strike you'll get caught, and we'll be blamed for not stopping you," yelled the ten-year-old on the right.

"That was Lyra Silvertongue before she was named Gabriella," Shippo said.

"We outnumber those so-called counselors fifteen to one!" yelled the eighteen-year-old on the left.

"That was Erutis before Perry got to her," Rin pointed out.

"What about Lord Krayon? Doesn't he love her?" I asked.

"They got into a fight and Lord Krayon moved to the south," Harry said.

"Why wasn't I told?" I asked.

"Don't you remember?" Harry asked tauntingly. "She's allergic to cats."

I scowled, staring at the commotion with unseeing eyes. But finally, I came back to the living. "Who's trying to shut 'em up?"

Whoever it was didn't know when to quit. He kept going back to the defense after being pushed to the ground. We finally discovered it was Miroku.

I gaped at him disgustedly, hoping he wasn't trying to…shudder He's still asking? HENTAI ALERT, HENTAI ALERT!

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped out the window and pushed my way through the crowd of spectators. When I found the heart of the dispute I conjured my adamantium claws and yelled, "ENOUGH OF THIS ALREADY!"

Miroku, Lyra, and Erutis, not to mention the entire crowd, all stared, some at my claws, the others at me in general.

"Akela, you're the last person I'd expect to see here," Erutis commented.

"Nice to see you, too, Erutis," I greeted her sarcastically.

"Who are you?" Lyra inquired suspiciously.

"My wife."

Harry had fought his way through the crowd and grabbed hold of my hand, careful of the adamantium claws. A gasp came from the horde as they realized who they were dealing with. To them this was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, and all that jazz. They didn't know he had a love side…especially for a part mutant, part demon.

Lyra gasped and knelt at my husband's feet. "My Lord, Sir Potter."

Everyone around us attempted to stifle a laugh, failed, and burst out hysterically. Some doubled over, others reared their heads back, but mostly they collapsed to the ground and rolled over and over, unable to contain themselves.

Harry took out his wand. "Silencio!" Immediately, the laughter subsided and I, Harry, Lyra, Erutis, and Miroku could talk peacefully.

"Lyra and Erutis and both correct in their assumptions. But Erutis is less correct in this debate. Although we do outnumber them, to go on strike would be most unwise," Miroku explained. "We have no strategy, we are not organized."

"Forget strategy and all that shit. Let the sword girl talk," said a voice in the crowd.

We were all puzzled: hadn't Harry put a Silencing Charm on the laughing figures? Apparently, this speaker hadn't been present at the time the charm had been cast. We all turned to see Inu-Yasha. We were all too stunned to speak. Then, Shahara came from behind him.

"Shahara, you're stuck here, too?" I asked glumly.

"Yup, and I'm staying with you even if I have to sleep on the floor…"

"…Or in a tree," Inu-Yasha finished for her.

Shahara chuckled…no…more like laughed her butt off.

"Anyway, if it's bad enough for Erutis—"

"HEY!"

"—then it's bad enough for anyone, except for those incredibly retarded demons who want to be human."

"Who the hell are you?" Lyra snarled.

Inu-Yasha drew the Tetsusaiga.

"Does this ring a bell? Or do I have to refresh your memory?" he snarled right back.

I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Calm down. She's a friend: she's just frightened of being here."

"Feh." He shook me off but sheathed the demonic blade anyway.

"However, I'm afraid I'll have to agree with Inu-Yasha the Violent on this one. I admit, I've only been here," I checked my watch, "forty-five minutes, and I hate it."

"Same here," Shahara concurred.

"So let's get plotting," Miroku agreed.

"I just have one question: how the hell did you, Rin, Shippo, and Erutis get here?" Inu-Yasha yelled with forceful inquiry.