Disclaimer: Ha. My spell check says InuYasha should be Natasha. Maybe I should do a whole chapter with spell-check words instead of the real ones. Ah, amusement. Huh? Oh, the disclaimer. I don't own anything, not InuYasha, who is owned by some rich Japanese woman, nor Natasha, who is probably going to sue me for using her name. Crap...

Author's notes: Woo! I got a review. Bask with me in my moment of triumph! Bask, I say! Thank you sooo much vipper902! I loves you now! So, I bequeath to you my crazy chapter devoted to Sesshoumaru and his wanderings! And I'll review your fic again just to show my gratitude! Woo! Review!

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Chapter II: Sessy vs. Modern Tokyo: The Beginning.

Meanwhile, our favorite demon with a boa, the sickeningly cute Rin, and the talking punching bag known as Jaken were wandering in some random forest somewhere. It may very well be the same forest InuYasha is wandering in. I have no clue; it's not like they put signs in the forests. Just like all the villages are identical with the middle-aged men fixing the roofs of their huts, the grandpa and the little kid, and the wizened old village pervert...uh...elder, all the forests are identical. How are authors supposed to write under these conditions?! THUNK! (and that's about when I fell off my soapbox and got on with the story.)

Anyway, lo and behold the gang stumbles upon one of the most important aspects of the InuYasha plotline. No, not the Shikon Jewel or InuYasha's parachute pants, but the Bone-Eater's Well. 'Big deal,' you say, 'only InuYasha and Kagome can travel through time in that well.' True, oh shrewd one, but there's one detail you forgot: plot contrivance. You see, as Sessy and Jaken continued forward, Rin lingered near the well, curious of its contents. She leaned over the edge of the well (not a smart idea with me as author), expecting to see chocolate bunnies, more parachute pants, or, in the least, a half-eaten doughnut. Of course, in accordance to Murphy's laws, my muse fluttered over the well with my monthly shipment of plot contrivances while on her way to my lair of doom, located in your closet. Ha! You looked, didn't you? Anyway, one of the contrivances happened to fall upon poor unfortunate Rin, causing her to tumble headfirst into the well. Upon hearing Rin's squeak of alarm, that inner-softie Sesshoumaru sauntered over to the well and jumped in, intent upon bringing Rin back up.

"Master Sesshoumaru! What are you doing?!" cried the oh-so- stompable Jaken. He was silenced by Sesshoumaru grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down into the well. Hey, if you're going down, might as well bring the completely useless henchman, right?

After a couple of seconds, Sessy and Jaken began seeing all these spiffy lights and pink orb thingies and everything was glowing. Of course, Jaken was thinking exactly what any of us would think in his situation.

'I want a sandwich. Without lettuce, mayo, cheese, or jellybeans. Actually, I kinda want a jelly bean and three-day- old tuna casserole sandwich.'

...

Okay, maybe you weren't thinking that. I sure wasn't. Maybe Sesshoumaru's ponderings reflect our thoughts more.

'What the-?'

Exactly.

Anyway, the random twinkling and odd glowing of the well went on for a few more seconds before the three travelers slammed headfirst into the dirt floor of the well's bottom. Well, except Sesshoumaru, who landed gracefully, as usual, because, well, he's Sesshoumaru. Rin had somehow landed on Jaken despite the fact that she fell through the well first. Not pondering this defiance of physics, Sessy seized the screaming Rin by the waist and jumped out of the well. Jaken, of course, was left to crawl out on his own.

Sesshoumaru set Rin down and walked up the stairs and out of the mini- shrine. He stopped slightly in his mellow stride as the dazzling sunlight, dare I say, hurt his eyes and that lovely carbon dioxide flooded his nose. Yeah, we all know the lovely smell of car exhaust and unwashed socks. Let's not forget the old fart-in-a-crowded-elevator smell. Ahem...Anyway, after a nanosecond's pause in his stride, he continued on his way to discovering America, which was unfortunately "discovered" in 1492 with the arrival of Columbus. Poor naïve Sessy, he thought America was still out for the taking... What? Well, I have to get some studying in since you people work me like a slave! Speaking of slaves, the Haitian slave rebel- ow! Crap, what'd you hit me like that for?!

Editors: Get back to work, fanfiction slave! You've use all your tangent time for this chapter!

Sigh...

Moving on, Sessy kept walking into the concrete jungle. That is, until Kagome's grandpa spotted him.

"Hey there!" he called, waving to Sessy (Rin waved back). "You must be one of Kagome's friends from feudal Japan! Quite a pretty one if I do say so myself. Perhaps Sango?"

Eww...now that was essence of old perv.

Sessy barely inclined his head toward Grandpa.

"We're not friends. And I am a man as a matter of fact."

Sighing softly, Sessy continued his nonchalant sauntering into the heart of Tokyo.

'It's the boa. It must be the boa.'

You see, being hit on by old men and slightly drunk people, heck, even perfectly sober people, was not uncommon for Sesshoumaru. In fact, this was the eightieth time this happened this week. He didn't know why he was constantly hit on. The boa? The hair? Sessy was stumped. Maybe if he wore red parachute pants like Inu-kun instead of white, he wouldn't get so many desperate and drunk men pursuing him. But, we may never know why they pursue him in the first place.

"At least tell me you're gay! I'm flexible!" cried Grandpa to Sessy's retreating back. "I'm so lonely. He looked down at Buyo the cat, who looked back up at him.

"Sigh...I guess it's just the two of us, eh, Buyo?"

"Meow."

...Agh! Agh! Bad mental image! Agh!

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Mweheheh...I didn't take my sedatives today. Mweheheh...I'm gonna get sued for using Kaiba's laugh. Mweheheh...

Anyway, I'm gonna give you a taste of the next chapter, which I'll promptly type up, even though it's not totally finished. Basically, something...interesting...happens to Miroku during bath time. Mweheheh. Just so you know, I laughed a lot (evilly, of course, because I'm an author) while writing this chapter. ENJOY AND REVIEW, DAG NABBIT!

Mweheheheh...