AN: Kon'nichiwa minna! (Hello, all!). I've finally updated. I got summer school blocking my time, but I was able to write snatches of it. Yay me! Oh, you guys made me so happy with your reviews! . I'm the happiest person alive! Not literally. No comment...
Reviews:
KIKYO HATER: Ooh! That's so kind of you! Domo arigatou! (Thank you very much!)
shangxiang10: Yup, they did getthat as punishment. It's cruel considering. Kind considering that Kagome back-sassed the a youkai prince. Kind considering Sango's head wasn't rolling when she insulted her betters. Yet, I still think it was harsh.
BlueMoonDog: Arigatou! (Thank you!) But don't hate Kouga! He's just an arrogant jerk at that young age. He'll be sweeter later, maybe. I'm not sure how to refit him in... But here's more on our loveable hanyou (Half-breed. In Inuyasha's case, half human and half demon.) and our perverted houshi (monk)!
Inume88: Really? Arigatou! (Thank you!) You're too kind.
BbyFlipghurl: Arigatou! (Thank you!)
Snoochie: I'll try as often as I can! D
Thank you for the reviews! I should start using more English words. All thosethings in parenthesus are the translations of some of my favorite--and only-known--Japanese words. I know some of you know what it means and it's annoying. But others don't understand. I repeat some words 'cuz some might skim through. "
Oh yeah, have any of you realized how the scenes take place in a...well, modern English castle... And then the dressing is mostly kimono from Japan. To tell you, this was supposed to be in Japan... ")
Disclaimer: None of the Inuyasha characters are or will ever be mine. Wah...
Runaway
The Girl Behind the Silver Mist
"Inuyasha!"
The hanyou twitched his ears at the sound. It felt as sweet as honey.
He looked up. It was awfully foggy. He saw something move. Running to his destination, he froze. Inuyasha couldn't move a muscle. It was as if he moved, he'd slit his neck on an unforeseen scythe.
Up ahead was a rather feminine figure, her back to the hanyou. Black hair rushed down the maiden's sides. Her clothes were that of a long wedding kimono. White with lightly imprinted silver leaves descended on her attire. A winding, pure white obi flowed down. She wore a thin white veil over her face.
The mysterious lady turned around. The scenery seemed to change. From the fogginess of nowhere to the moonlit forest. Her face was hard to see. But enough for him to sight those beautiful limpid pools of blue-gray on her face.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she called out. Silver, bubbly tears spilled down her cheeks. "Inuyasha, onegai...save me. Onegai!"
Her eyes flashed open and stared into his amber gaze. Inuyasha was still stunned as he watched the girl sob.
She looked fearfully into his eyes, searching for an answer. Then, the beauty let out a heart-wrenching screech as she evaporated into a shiny mist. Which, in turn, dissolved.
Inuyasha reached out for her. She needed his help and all he could do was stare. "No!"
"No!" Inuyasha jolted up, knocking over a lamp. The lamp crashed, bringing him to reality.
He looked around. The room was flourished with little pink bouquets of flowers. The bed was a light pink, much to Inuyasha's disgust. And on top of that, the whole room was thwarted into darkness.
It...it was just a dream? Inuyasha let out the breath he never thought he was holding. "No...it was too realistic. It...yeah, it was a dream."
She...she looks awfully familiar... He sighed heavily. He didn't know what to believe anymore. He shook his head. This overnight stay was becoming a fantasy...
Oh no! It's another dream. I'm really not stuck in a pink, frilly room at a queen's palace. Inuyasha let his hands roam up and down his body in a feeble attempt to lie to himself. Frustrated, he voiced his thoughts. "Nope, it's real."
Well, the morning would be better. He rolled over to sleep. Who cared about the broken fragments by the bed? Who cared that they were washing his clothes? Who cared about his dream-girl?
Obviously, he did.
With a yawn and a stretch, Inuyasha hopped off of his bedding. But he forgot about the broken lamp and crunched the shards.
"Yahhhh!" Hopping around like a wounded bird, he let out a line of curses.
His door slammed open, and there stood Miroku. He held his shakujo close, a look of fierce battle etched on his face. "Nani, Inuyasha!"
Inuyasha looked up, a look of pure puppy confusion. "Whatda mean!"
Miroku stood straight, knowing that nothing was wrong. Scratching his cheek, he watched his friend. "But that was what I would have figured your scream of help would be like. What could possibly be wrong?"
Angrily, the hanyou raised his right foot. Peels of blood trickled down and dripped on the creamy pinkness of the carpet. "Ie...it's the sound of pain, baka!"
"Is that all?" Miroku shook his head. "You're such a drama queen, Inuyasha..."
Shaking with irritation and overwhelming anger, he balled his fists. "Nani! What, you want me to show you who the drama queen is?" He cracked his knuckles. "'Cause I can handle that."
Sweating a little under peer pressure, he shook his head and held his hands up in defense, a nervous smile plastered on. "No, Inuyasha, that won't be necessary."
Sitting on the bed, Inuyasha examined his foot. "Oi, houshi! Go get someone to bandage my foot!"
Miroku beamed. "I would be glad to!"
He dashed out, leaving Inuyasha alone. Damned houshi. Why's he so happy?
Minutes ticked by. "Houshi! Come back here now!"
Miroku came running back, a girl in tow. He smiled at her and fitted her hands in his. "What is your name, fair maiden?"
She blushed, a shade resembling her red hair which done up in two pigtails with an iris inserted in her hair, the rest flowing down. She was dressed as all servants were—in rags and an apron. "Niji Ayame, sir."
Nodding, the perverted houshi grasped her hands, "Ayame, will you please bear my children?"
She flushed deeper. "Ano..."
Inuyasha bellowed from his front row seat, "You heard her, houshi! She said no! Now, wench, bandage my foot!"
Ayame bit her lip out of anger. She let out a weak answer. "Y-yes, sir."
She exited quickly. Remember, Ayame, they're going to find Kagome. Treat him with respect.
So quickly, that Ayame bumped into someone. She looked up and could feel herself turn red again.
There stood the most handsome guy her emerald eyes have ever laid on. His black, long hair was pulled up into a ponytail. He wore a fur sweatband and matching fur bands on his wrists. On him, he wore armor as if a shirt, showing off his muscles. So he wore a fur skirt, so what? Protruding out from the kilt was a brown, gorgeous tail.
Ayame realized that she must have been staring and blushed for what seemed to be the millionth time that day. "Gomen."
Kouga walked past her, oblivious. His face was one of worry. Is Kagome safe out there?
Looking back once, Ayame went off to retrieve the bandages for the injured visitor.
But back in Inuyasha's room, trouble was being caused...
"Mutt-face! Stop whining and go find my mate!" The wolf growled through his fangs.
"Baka! I'm bleedin'! How do you suppose I find that lil' bitch of your's when I'm bleedin' to death!"
Kouga glared. "You bastard... How dare you call her that!"
Inuyasha gave a harrumph of indignation.
"Ano..." Ayame peeked in, her hands clutching a wooden bowl filled with hot, steaming water and bandages.
They looked at her. She walked in and started working on the foot. It's so dirty! When was the last time he wore sandals? Actually, when was the last time he wore shoes!
Ayame dared not look up for fear of embarrassing herself. She could hear Kouga. "Ha! You're such a baby. You need a woman to fix up your foot! How pathetic."
As the subject of their topic, her face heated up.
"Keh! You can't even get home by yourself! You need some people to come escort you," Inuyasha sneered. "You'd be nothing without Ginta and Hakkaku."
Ayame quite harshly rubbed his wound. Inuyasha gave a yelp of pain. The she-wolf grabbed the cloth bandage and wound it around his foot. Nice and easy. He'd suffered enough.
The door banged open once again. A servant stood there. As a manservant's uniform, he wore a white shirt and raggedy black pants. On his face, he wore an irritatingly cheery grin. "Tetsaiga-sama! Your clothes are still drying, so we have some clothes for you."
Moments later, Inuyasha stood in his temporary clothes. He wore a pair of pants that were too wide for him, the legs too short in comparison with his legs. His shirt seemed to match with a wider stomach and short, cropped sleeves. Worst of all, it was all pink...
Inuyasha stared down at his clothes, his eyebrow twitching. Whose clothes were these? He thought dryly, It's a gay fat midget's...
Miroku stepped out from behind the changing screen, changed from his night garb. He wore a long pair of blue pants that reached the ground, covering his sandals. His shirt was cobalt and hung over his hands.
He took one look at his companion and burst out laughing. Wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, he interrogated the young hanyou. "Inuyasha, how'd you get stuck with—with—with that!"
With that said, he fell to the floor, a bad case of the giggles in his lungs.
Growling, Inuyasha dragged the monk away, muttering something about his fist and a certain houshi.
They followed the samurai they had met the previous day. He hung onto every word like a forlorn puppy. It was quite sickening.
"Ano...do you need water!"
The samurai was going crazy around the two soon-to-be heroes. It was like paparazzi to celebrities. Girls to rock stars. Flies to poo...
"Shut the hell up, would ya!"
"Hai, sir." He imitated buttoning his upper lip to his bottom lip.
They had been led to the queen's meeting room in a matter of ten minutes. Of course, it was decorated with tulips and posies—flowers.
The guard bowed low to the two.
Inuyasha walked up. "Well, we won't be needin' you no more. Off you go." Inuyasha flung the adoring fan out of the way and onto the cold, hard marble where he shortly fainted.
Miroku sighed. "Can't you have the courtesy to be polite to the man?"
Inuyasha grumbled, "No!"
They walked in to where the queen sat. She had placed herself neatly on a cushion, folding her delicate feet beneath. Yoko Higurashi held a box close to her pillow. She serenely motioned for them to sit on the opposite cushions.
Quietly, they took their seats. Yoko began, "T-this was my daughter's sock. Can you track her?" She began shaking Inuyasha. "Can you? Can you!"
Miroku said, "Calm down, Higurashi-sama. Do you have any other scent...that's easier to track?"
"Well, I do have her baby blankie..." She blinked at Miroku with her long lashes.
Miroku wiped the back of his head, befuddled. "Ano...closer to her current age?"
She rummaged in the bow before taking out a brush, particles of hair sticking out. "Will this do?"
As she and Miroku discussed what items were more likely for Inuyasha to pick up, the discussed topic rummaged through the box, curious as a puppy.
He pulled out an album, pictures leafing out. He opened it up, the curiosity too tempting to respect the lady's privacy. Not that he had any for her...
The first hundred pages were sprinkled with pictures of a younger version of Higurashi holding a baby. Man, she really loved that daughter...
Then, there were two or three pictures of Higurashi, a little girl, and a man with a bushy mustache. After that, the young man was replaced with an aged old man with white hair and white facial hair holding ofuda. Inuyasha mumbled under his breath. "Strange."
As more pictures were taken, it was clearly showing as they grew older and older. Soon, the old man completely vanished from the pictures, leaving just the lone mother and a young teen. On the last page sat a picture Inuyasha's eyes glued to immediately.
What the—!
There stood a girl wrapped in her kimono smiling at the camera. Her black hair swayed just pass her shoulders. Her smile was easygoing and her eyes were warm. Her eyes...they were a mixture of blue and brown.
"Nani!" Inuyasha pulled his face away from observing the picture.
The two discussing looked up at the startled hanyou. Inuyasha dropped the book. "M-Miroku! It's the girl!"
Miroku took a look, "What girl? The girl we met at the last village? Oh, there she—oh my Buddha! That's the girl we bumped into yesterday morning!"
Yoko peered over. "Nani! You saw my Kagome!"
Miroku nodded. "Now we know what she looks like. We have a lead. Let's go, Inuyasha."
They got up, striking powerful poses and left the room where the queen resided. A minute later, the lovable companions dashed back in. The houshi spoke again, a bit embarrassed, "Ano...can we have our clothes first?"
As she pulled herself up, she bobbed her head pleasantly. "Hai." Then she cocked and screamed, causing the two to flinch with fear. "Houjo! Get my detectives their clothes!"
Houjo came dashing happily. "Hai, Higurashi-sama! They can't be comfortable in another's clothes. Plus, with thin clothes like that, it is very possible of infection. You know—,"
"Yeah, yeah. Shut your yap!" Inuyasha eagerly grabbed his clothes and ripped his alternative dress off right on the spot.
Though he still wore a loincloth, the obedient, loyal servant hopped to shield his master's eyes from the perversity. They fell in a heap. "Ahh!"
Miroku shook his head sadly. He'll never change... But might as well save time and change while the mistress's eyes are shielded from landing on something unwanted. After all, I'm too much for her to take!
After both had stripped their kimono off and covered their near nudity with their own clothes, they stood ready. Their fierce gaze could have brought a tree to bend. An ocean to dry up. A burly gangster to cry...
"Well, Inuyasha, we're off! We will find that princess and return for our prizes! Banzai!" Miroku shouted, triumphant.
"Ano...b-banzai!" Inuyasha imitated his best and only friend.
The dynamic two—as Higurashi had said, brawn and spiritual power—walked out the castle gates, without another glance.
The young half-breed youkai gazed at the skies as they carried on their quest. Wonder what this adventure will bring. Anyhow, we'll find her. The wench that fled from home. The cross dresser of a woman. The girl of my dreams...
"Ano...gomen for questioning your greatness but...shouldn't you have given them a picture of your daughter?" Houjo looked worried as he gazed at the queen.
The queen shifted. Her eyes stared into the young servant's, a fiery blaze of aggression washing over the coffee eyes. "I'm sure they wouldn't need it, my dear Hojou..."
Then, she sat up to face Houjo completely. Houjo stared at her. What wisdom could the queen hold?
"Plus, I don't think they would have kept it safe. Might even lose it."
Houjo fell to the ground, even though his density. "Ite..."
AN: Hey! Um...I would like to ask you to review what other couples than InuyashaxKagome and MirokuxSango should there be. Please tell me your opinion!
Here's the definitions:
Words:
hanyou - half-bred demon
onegai - please
shakujo - the unbreakable stick Miroku has (But it broke in Movie 2. )
nani? - what?
ie - no
baka - stupid, idiot
houshi - monk
niji - rainbow
gomen - sorry
ano - um...
Yoko - positive one
hai - yes
Woah! Why haven't I used baka? Maybe I did, but I'll never know... Correct me if you want.
So review a couple besides InuyashaxKagome or MirokuxSango. Reminder: No made-up characters and I'll think about it. If it is reasonable, yes. If it was like ShippouxJakken, that would probably be no...
Ja ne! (See you later!)