Doo- be- doop de doooop….

Okaydoke, to the less observent members of the audience who may not have picked this up/things in slashes/ are spoken in Japanese. Things in /"slashes and quotations"/ are said and then translated. (I don't feel like typing them twice.)

This chapter is dedicated to The Anti- Kikyo. Cheers, waaaii! No, I wasn't high, sorry to disappoint you. (The scary thing is I don't even need to be.)

To Kitsune Ryune: Yeah, a lot of that happens in the Jhonen Vasquez section. Oh, and the kanji or whatever shows up on the review board but not on my email. Kewl.

/So now what do we do/

/How the hell should I know/

"Geez," Sam said, looking over her shoulder at the two who were talking, "I don't even speak the language and I can figure out what they're talking about."

"Aw, leave them alone," Molly said. "It's really our fault they're in such a mess."

"Yes, it is," Kagome agreed. She was looking jealously at where the other Kagome was sitting with Inuyasha. At least when he was ignoring her for Kikyo there was something there.

"Oh, be quiet, you."

"I made popcorn!" Kiki said, emerging from the kitchen. The faint smell of smoke wafted out with her. "Apparently you can't make the microwave kind on the stove, so… yeah, that didn't work well."

She looked around the room. Kagome and Inuyasha were sitting away from the rest, talking softly. Well, Kagome was talking softly. Inuyasha was talking a bit louder, with the occasional blunt remark aimed at the other three. Sam, Molly, and Kagome were crowded around the computer screen, searching fruitlessly for the counter- spell.

If you tried to cut the tension with a knife, the knife would probably… well, it wouldn't work.

"Geez, how many bags did you make?" Sam said, staring at the three huge bowls of white snacks.

"Five," Kiki said matter- of- factly. She handed one of the bowls to Inuyasha and carried the other two to the computer. "So what's up?"

"Well, we found the website where I found the spell."

"Howdja do dat?" Kiki asked, her mouth full of popcorn.

"It's printed on the spell page I made."

"Cool."

"Anyway, it's still there, only it's blank. The host page is dead, too. Just, totally dead."

"We ran a google for the spell words,"

"Plently of hits,"

"All of which are dead, moved, or nonexistent."

"So it's gone," Kiki summed up.

"Yes."

"But I have good news."

"What?"

"My movie still works."

"What?" Kagome screeched. "How can you even care about that?"

"Well, it means that you're kind of like branch- offs from your real selves."

"Rehh?"

"Like copying a computer program to a floppy disk. It can go out and do stuff on it's own, and the parent program still does it's job," Molly explained. The other three stared uncomprehendingly. She sighed. "The story line is not altered."

"I knew it!" Sam announced. "The only thing that can use (or abuse) characters and not alter the story line is fanfiction!"

"Yes, yes, you're very smart," Molly mumbled.

"So we're in a fanfiction?" Kagome said, wide- eyed.

"What fanfiction?" The other asked, suddenly joining the conversation.

"Doujinshi, only written instead of drawn," Molly explained.

"Ah."

"That's really weird!"

"But we have a bigger problem," Kiki put in.

"What? What could possibly be worse than this?" Kagome asked. She was feeling rather unhappy just then, which kind of accounted for the sudden snappyness.

"I'm getting yelled at in my voice by a face that looks like mine," Kiki mused. "That does not happen very often."

"So what's our problem?" Sam asked. Kiki was getting on her nerves.

"Oh, yeah. Your parents are gonna be home in like, two minutes."

"WHAA?"

"So?" Kagome asked.

"My mom'll make all you guys leave!"

"So? Anywhere's better than this nuthouse."

"You don't have anywhere."

"So we'll sleep outside. It's not like we don't do it every day."

Kiki walked slowly to the door and pushed it open. This being Canada and all, three feet of snow covered the ground. In their front yard, moose sat in the darkness, eating the grass they could find under the snow.

"Um… we stay here," Kagome said. Inuyasha nodded, looking at the snow with something like abject horror.

"Thought you might," Kiki said. "Come on, we have to get you guys somewhere to sleep."

"I think there's space in my room," Molly said.

The six of them walked up the stairs and into Molly's room- just in time to hear the front door open.

"We're home!"

"Ah! Crap, crap, hide, you guys!"

"/Where/"

"Anywhere!"

The two Kagome's dove under the bed. Kiki pushed Inuyasha into the closet, and had barely got the door closed when the bedroom door opened slowly.

"Are you three still watching that movie?" Molly's mother asked.

"Nope."

"We're watching it again."

"Kids," her mother said, closing the door again. There was silence for a few seconds, and then the sound of the parent's door shutting.

"Phew," Sam and Kiki said together. There were scuffling sounds as the Kagome's tried to work their way out from under the bed. Molly alone was staring at the closet door in horror.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, noticing.

"Kiki… you put him in the bishie closet," Molly choked out.

"Hey, there's an actual bishounen in the bishie closet!" Kiki squealed.

"Let's just hope he didn't find the plushies," Sam said hoarsely as she inched toward the door. Kiki beat her to it.

"Bishie in the bishie closet!" She squealed. There was a flash as she took a photo.

"Um… where'd you get the camera from?"

"Bishies!"

"/I think I'm gonna be sick/" Inuyasha said, holding out a certain red- clad plushie.

"Aren't they cute? Oh! I know the word for cute! Kawaii!"

"KAWAII!"

Kiki inspected the outheld plushie.

"Nah, that's not as cute as the Sesshie one," Kiki said, producing another familiar figure from within the shrine- filled depths of the bishie closet.

"S- Sesshoumaru?" Inuyasha managed. Then he cracked up laughing, pointing at the ridiculously chibi-fied plushie.

"Yeah, I know, isn't it cute!" Kiki hugged the plushie to her chest. Inuyasha laughed even harder.

"Um, I think he's choking," Kagome said.

"Oh, there's one of you, too!" Kiki said, ignoring Molly's slice- across- the- throat gesture. "But I think Molly sewed it to the Koga one."

"Wha?"

"Nani!"

"Yeah, you guys are her favorite-"

Molly clapped her hand over Kiki's mouth, almost pushing the other girl over in the process.

Inuyasha managed to get a few syllables out between the lingering chuckles.

"/Oh, man… the look on that bastard's face if he… giggle… ever saw that thing./"

"I'll give it to you," Molly offered. "But…"

"/But what? You aren't gonna say something freakishly fangirly, are you/"

The look on Molly's face made the hanyou seriously wonder exactly how badly he wanted to see his brother's expression.

Romiko stared at the lettering in the latest panel.

/She wants WHAT? Oh, no way does he want anything THAT bad. No way in-/

Grudgingly, but looking hopefully at the plushie, Inuyasha nodded. There was short sketched sequence showing every character in the comic stare in awe and admiration at Molly. Sam and Kiki looked incredibly jealous, while the Kagome's looked closer to murderous.

"Ooooh! They're all fuzzy!" Molly exclaimed, tweaking furiously.

/I meant once/

"He says you stop now," Kagome said icily.

"Ah, I can die happy." Molly fell back on her bed, a dreamy expression covering her face.

'I get to actually tweak the infamous puppy ears…'

"Well, with her parents in the house," Kagome stated, "there's nothing else we can do tonight. We might as well get some sleep. Because tomorrow… we're GOING BACK HOME!"

"H- hai…" Kiki whimpered.

/Just when you thought you knew a guy/ Romiko said, re- reading the last page. As she watched, her hand, unbidden, traced out the last panel on the page. The two Kagome's had commandeered the bed, and the three hellfans had sectioned up the floor. Inuyasha, as always, was sitting Indian- style in the corner, facing the door. In the manner of anime characters, they were already asleep.

The pencil dropped.

/What, that's it? Is this fanfiction in real time, or what/

Romiko briefly pondered whether it was actually fanfiction or not. In either case, it was apparently over for the night. She glanced at the clock. It was almost four in the morning.

/Well, the night's shot. I might as well do some more of this…/

This time she controlled the pencil herself as she sketched out the next panel

Oooh! Rumiko's taking the story into her own hands. So where does this leave ME?

It's my fanficiton, dammit!

No offense to Canada, and it's not really like that. But for humor purposes, it is here.

Anyway, all joking aside, this being the fangirly story, I need some input from any and all fangirls who read this! Here's what I need: Every girl's got their Favorite Inuyasha, Some of us like the human one, some like the demon, some just like the ears. Personally, I just like that white shirt of his. (This is probably from looking too much at fanart from ear- tweak) anywho, let's hear it!