INUYASHA
I love this one! I've reread it fifty times! I truly adore it! I rewrote the ending, though, cause it sucked. Thank me, because the one you get is cool. Isn't really an ending, though, like usual. Maybe someday I'll turn this into a real story.
Yeah, right, when my flying pig gets back from the market with my chocolate chip cookies.
The Rogue Sentinel
"Commander! We're under attack by the ParaAvis again! They're convinced we're in their sector, and don't even want to give us time to move out!" a skinny boy with a blue mo-hawk said to the man seated in the Captain's chair in the center of the ship. "We need help, Commander!"
"Ginta, that won't be necessary! We'll take care of this!" the Captain wailed, gripping the arms of his chair tightly. As the lights began to flicker, a frown hit the Captain's face, and he thought, 'The lasers draw energy from the main power core. If we barely have enough to keep the lights on, how will we be able to attack the ParaAvis? '
"Perhaps we do need assistance." he muttered as a red warning light began to flash. "Warning, warning, ship's energy depleting!" a metallic voice called out into every sector. Everyone stopped momentarily to listen. Those in the main room with the Captain paled and turned to their leader. He turned to another of the engineers at a control panel. "Hokaku!" he cried. "Who's within enough distance to assist!"
The youth turned to face his screen again. He scowled. "Only one ship, sir."
"Who's is it!" the leader shrieked in desperation.
"The Rogue Sentinel." Hokaku proclaimed.
The Captain's eye's narrowed. "Inuyasha." he hissed.
"Captain Kouga! The ship's fighters have been launched to space! They'll be within the range to defend our ship in a matter of moments!" one of the attendants cried.
After a few minutes, the fight was over. And Captain Kouga never got the chance to initiate the signal to ask for the Rogue Sentinel's help. Or to refuse it.
Kouga was scowling, and there was a blip sound, and a screen popped up in front of his face from his chair. On it was a young man wearing a goldish-red helmet that matched his outfit, sitting in a black cockpit. He pulled off the helmet to reveal short, spiked silver hair and bright golden eyes.
"Why, hello, Kouga. Nice to see you were under attack again. If Miroku hadn't kicked me out of the ship at the last minute, maybe you would've died this time." He sighed. "I guess I can only wait until the next time, now . . . " He smirked, and the screen blipped off, pulling back into the Captain's chair.
Kouga let out a growl. "That Inuyasha . . . he is so dead!"
Inuyasha hit the button to cancel the connection, and then flipped open the one to the other fighter craft's cockpit.
The girl pilot still had her helmet on, and her red out fit and matching helmet were a stark contrast to the black of the cockpit interior. He could only imagine what his gold-on-black looked like.
She pulled off her helmet and flashed him a warning look that barely hid her smile. "That wasn't nice." she said. "But that bastard did deserve it."
"You know it." he replied, and turned around to head back to the ship, sliding his helmet on again. "Let's get on to our next destination. Miroku!" A second screen popped up, this one with a young man's face, with a ship's interior in the background. "Open the hangar. We're coming in."
"Roger, Inuyasha." the man replied, clicking a few buttons, but not flipping off the screen before him.
"So, Miroku, where are we headed next?" Inuyasha asked.
"Well," the young man said, looking up. "We don't exactly have anywhere specific to be, so I guess a little R&R is in order. Where do you want to go?"
Two matching black fighters flew into the hangar. They both stopped, and two figures leapt out. One was Sango's, clad in the bright, skin-tight red outfit, and the other Inuyasha, wearing his gold one. A technician wearing a blue uniform strode into the hangar as the two put their helmets into the closets along the side. There were three. One had red lettering, 'Sango Taiji'; one had gold lettering, 'Inuyasha Taisho'; and the third had purple letters, 'Miroku Houshi'. In Miroku's cubicle was a purple outfit much like the ones Sango and Inuyasha still wore, and a purple helmet like theirs, as well. There were still two other empty ones.
"Come on; I've got some coffee for you." Miroku proclaimed, and walked back out with the two still fighter-pilot-clad people trailing behind him.
"So, Inuyasha, now that you've had your coffee, where are we going to go?" Miroku asked, watching Inuyasha (now wearing baggy black pants and a loose white tank top) sip his coffee with a blank, almost content face.
The young man looked up from his steaming cup of caffeine into the face of the person before him. Glancing at Sango, who was relaxing on a nearby tan couch (wearing a red mini skirt and black T-shirt) with her eyes closed, he shrugged. "Why don't we go to Sengoku Jidai?" he offered casually. "We haven't be home in a while."
Sango, who's eyes remained closed, said, "No, I haven't seen my family in a while." She opened her eyes and turned to look at Inuyasha. "But we should probably go somewhere more like a vacation spot for a vacation, don't you think?"
"I know the place!" Miroku said suddenly. "It's a little moon called Japan. It's mostly a bunch of islands and vacation spots, but there's this big city on the largest island, called Tokyo. It's the capital city. How would you guys like to vacation there?"
Sango looked up. "I've never heard of Japan before." she said. "Are you sure it's a nice spot?"
"Yeah!" Miroku said. "I have relatives that way. We could visit them. I've gone to Tokyo since I was a kid, even though it's pretty far away from Sengoku Jidai."
"All right then," Inuyasha said, turning to his friends. "Let's head to Japan!"
"Hey, sleeping beauty, it's time to get up! We'll be on Japan in an hour, so get ready, get packed, and let's go!" someone hollered to Inuyasha from the doorway to his room. Rolling over, he thought he heard himself mutter, "Five more minutes . . . "
Hearing the jangle of beads that meant Miroku was about to whack him awake (and he knows the sound from experience), he rolled over and said, "I'm up, I'm up, hold your horses . . . "
He turned to Miroku. "I hope you're happy, priest. You die today."
"You said that yesterday, so what else is new?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.
"Yeah, well, today you'd better say your prayers and come up with a death wish within the next five seconds." Inuyasha said, hoisting himself up to glare at the offender.
"And what are we celebrating, Oh Angered One?"
"Your Deathday..." Inuyasha murmured as he tugged on a pair of black jeans.
"Sorry, Inuyasha, I called dibs," Sango called from the hall on her way to the common room. "He walked in on me while I was in the shower," she added, as though that explained everything.
Actually, it did.
"Ooh, I get to die twice today! What a treat!" Miroku cried, grinning and jumping up and down in an immitation of 'giddy school girl.' "Or else I get to have you two fight over me! Even better!"
Inuyasha threw a black sweater at him as he rummaged through his closet, pulling out a loose red shirt and a black coat.
"But serriously, Inuyasha. We're almost there. Sango's making bacon for breakfast, but we'll probably have an early lunch when we get there. I reserved our hotel last night. Everything's set up."
"Cool" was Inuyasha's response as he ran a hand through his silver-blonde hair, always the perfectionist. He shrugged on his jacket and through some clothes in a brown travel bag, carrying it out of the room. He whacked Miroku in passing, then went to join Sango in the kitchen.
