(A/N: WOOOT! Thanx for all your support guys! Sowwy that this chappie so short, but oh well! In this Chappie, Ayane and Ayato's "infomant" source is revealed! Not ta mention a visit from "Lil' boy blue"! Heh heh! Enjoy!)
-"Eeee"- - represents telepathy
Renkotsu had taken off for the nearest hot spring to wash off the paint (he could scrub for hours and never get the ink off his face, seeing as it was permanent and would last for weeks). Ayane and Ayato had taken to lounging on Ginkotsu's substantial frame, chatting it up with the underappreciated member of the Shichinintai. "Really? So ya like lil' baby birds an' butterflies huh?" Ayato asked, completely serious (-rolls eyes-...for once...). "Gesh!" Ginkotsu clanked happily, his eyes becoming cheerful horseshoes. "Neato! I like birdies too! They're so lucky! They can fly where they want when they want! They always look so happy that it makes me happy too!" Ayane said with a grin. "Same here!" Ayato smiled. It had taken them a minute or two to fully decipher what they had dubbed, "Ginkotsu Speak" but once they had gotten the hang of it, it was easy to tell what the mecha man was saying. Bankotsu and a now conscious Jakotsu were witnessing this with amazement (Suikotsu was taking a nap; biiiiiiiiiiiig mistake. heh heh!). Only members of the Shichinintai understood "Ginkotsu Speak" and it had taken them over half a year to get it down. The Nakamura Twins were now discussing the importance of sugar with the tin man, when Renkotsu stormed over to them, dripping wet, hopping mad, and rainbow wig still on his head. He grabbed Ayane by her yukata front, "YOUUUU!" he growled, "Why the HELLS wont this…this THING come OFF!" Ayane calmly grabbed Renkotsu's wrist and twisted until he released his grip, "Because…I filled it with glue!" she said brightly, grinning in an evil fashion. Ayato pulled out a live snake (garden variety) and stuffed it down Renkotsu's yukata front. Renkotsu screamed and began running around in circles, tearing off his armor (koff-barrel!-koff) in a futile attempt to rid himself of the snake.
After purging himself of the serpent, Renkotsu agreed (after twenty minutes of reasoning) to sit still long enough to allow Ayato to apply a solvent to his scalp and after several sharp tugs the wig was removed. The poor second-in-command! His bahld heyahd was as red as a baboons ass! the solvent and wrenching having taken their toll, not to mention the fact that now his scalp both itched…AND burned (oh the humanity!). Jakotsu, Bankotsu and Ginkotsu snorted uncontrollably as Renkotsu alternated scratching his pate (a fancy word fer scalp) frantically and dumping buckets of water over his head every few seconds. Suikotsu opened one eye, yawned and sat up, "What I miss?" Ayato snickered, "Sleep well, Little Boy Blue?" "Huh!" Suikotsu dashed over to check his reflection inGinkotsu's wheelsand screamed. Ayane and Ayato had dyed his hair a glittery (yes, glittery!) baby blue while he slept. He streaked over to the Nakamura's, claws at the ready, "PREPARE TO DIEEEE!" Ayato merely laughed and dodged the man, "Ya know it's SOOO hard to take ya seriously with yer hair like that! HAHAHA!" He looped one tonfa around Suikotsu's left arm and sent him flying into the earth and spun himself around so he was sitting on the mentally unstable man's back. Suikotsu flailed his arms uselessly as Ayato began to eat an apple Ayane tossed to him. "Ya know-krnch, krnch-if ya shuddap-krnch-an' lishten fer more'n-krnch, krnch-five shecondsh, you'd know tha'-krnch-tha' shtuff washes out-krnch, krnch, krnch-." Suikotsu stopped thrashing about, "Oh." Ayato smirked and got off the schitzo, allowing him to go off to the hot spring Renkotsu had departed to earlier in this chapter, to wash his hair.
"Sooo, what's on yer agenda fer the day?" Ayane asked. She and Ayato were sitting comfortably on Ginkotsu's shoulders (hey, what can I say? Ayane's two inches shorter than her brother and her brother's and inch shorter than Banpyon. The two tagther don't weigh much more than two hundred pounds wet. What I'm tryin' ta say is…they're short, skinny little nymphs!) "Well, we are supposda be lookin' for this Inuyasha guy…" Bankotsu began. "Oh! The hanyou?" Ayato interrupted. "Alright. That's it. We're not takin' another step until you two tell us how you know all these things." Renkotsu snarled, still a little irked by the whole "wig" thing. Ayane and Ayato exchanged a glance, -"Whaddya think? Should we tell'm?"- -"May as well. Got nothing ta lose."- The two nodded together and looked back at the Shichinintai. Ayane riffled through the bag and found the thing she was looking for andpulled it out. "Boys? Say hello ta our tenth grade history book!" Ayato said gleefully. Shichinintai got looks of skepticism on their faces, "History book? Are you serious?" Jakotsu snorted. "What reason would we have to lie? So far, despite everything we've done, we've stuck to the truth." Ayane said pointedly, flipping through the pages. "AH-HA! Here it is! The Sengoku-Jidai section!" she cried triumphantly, jabbing her index finger at the aforementioned page. "Blah-blah-blah…wars…bloodshed…famine…ah! Here he is! Inuyasha, the hanyou, is one of Japan's more famous legends." "Legend…pfft! Yeah right!" Renkotsu snorted. "Sha-addup, cueball! Anyway, like I was sayin', he is noted for his incessant clashes with the youkai, Naraku, who was in contest with the hanyou for the treasure known as the Shikon no Tama." Ayane continued. "Okayeee…movin' on." Ayato, interrupted, snatching the book from his twin, "…nope, nope, nope, AH! Here you guys are! The Shichinintai! The most ruthless group of mercenaries ever recorded in Japanese history." "Awww…stop it! Yer makin' me flush!" Jakotsu squealed, clasping his hands to his cheeks (yes, I mean his face! Get yer mind outta the gutter!). "They were known for their total and complete disregard for life and horrific methods of killing." Bankotsu's chest puffed out with pride. "Which is why…" Ayane interjected, ending her brother's orientation, "…I felt compelled to warn the headman of what I felt was more th'n likely your intentions of looting an' pillagin' that village." The history book was then shut with a snap and tossed haphazardly into the bag again.
(A/N: Oh yeah, I know it was a short one. Next chapter, hot springs galore and whatever else my twisted mind (and my loyal reader's) can come up with! Ideas are welcome (and wanted)! R&R! Flames, as always, are STILL accepted!)