Author's notes: Moo.

The noble rolled his (eye) for emphasis.

Black exchanged glances with the miko beside her.

Black looked up at the noble. "What happened to you, anyways?"

"I died and went to Feudal Japan. What about you?"

"We wrote ourselves in here." She gestured to herself and Plushie.

"Ah. Well then..." Darcia said, walking off.

Plushie just stood there, a dumb look on her face.

"Whatever."

Kikyou, who'd remained characteristically silent, "Well, I suppose he didn't take you somewhere, that's a good thing, isn't it?"

Black was currently patting Plushie's shoulder, mock sympathetically, "With her...no, it's not."

Plushie threw her face in her hands and began to sob 'he LEFT me!' rather loudly.

"There, there...You still have Gackt..." She looked around, "and...uh...maybe he's just playing hard to get."

Plushie sighed. "Gaku owns me,"

The woman holds up a contract. "See?"

"Paper." She smiled.

"No. Plastic."

"Ah."

"Yes."

"Very well then..."

Plushie grinned. "Gaku-sama foresaw any pyromaniacs that wanted to burn his contract."

"Oh, I see. Does that mean...?"

Plushie raised an eyebrow. "I don't understand where you're going with this."

Black laughed menacingly, having retrieved various hard and blunt objects, along with a lighter, matches, and a flamethrower. "Hehehe..."

After a few hours of a cackling shadow mistress and loud noises, the contract looks even...shinier.

"I can't believe it...not possible..." The woman looked at a loss, her lower lip trembling slightly. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS PLASTIC!"

Plushie shrugged, "I...well, think about it. It's GAKU contract."

"Yes, and?"

"Well, he's cool like plastic. And he's gonna take over the world. So his contracts can't just...MELT, damnit."

"...I hate you."

They glanced around: Kikyou had gone off somewhere; Koga and Kagome had left long before Black's advances on the offending contract had ceased.
Plushie sighed. "Now what?

The other looked at her blankly. "..."

Thunder clapped in the distance.

"Don't you DARE start that up again, Blackeh..."

"..." The rain never came. "Happy?"

"Eh."

They sat for a while, on the hard ground until it started raining.

"You asked for it, black." Plushie said, and the other woman, out of the corner of her eye, saw a small black wolf take off running in the direction of a landed lightning strike.

"Oh what's that over there?"

"No, you're not getting me with that..."

"...Seriously, I think that's like Blue or something over there."

"What?"

Plushie stared limply at the ground.

Really limply.

"Plushie...you're a...a-alive, right?"

She looked up a little, dazed somewhat.

"What?" she said, and she picked up a plush wolf arm.

"Oh my gods. You're a plushie."

"No shit, sherlock."

Black paused, putting a finger to her chin, "hmmm...hmmm...interesting..."

She looked up with a bright smile. "Are you a fireproof plushie?"

Plushie nodded. "Yep. It's my werewolf side-affect. I'm a plushie, owned by Gackt. Of course I'm fricken fireproof."

"...Damn."

"Excuse me...?"

"Nah, it's just that I was having this weird mental image of raggedy Ann and the scarecrow... involving coffee..."

(Literally) Plushie raised a brow. "Uuuh-huuuh." she said, fluffing her own plushie arms like pillows.

Speaking of which, "You know, I'm in some serious need of some coffee...Wait...do plushies get exhausted?"

"...Nice."

A whirlwind appeared, "Was that your doing?"

"No..." Plushie replied, pointing to Kagura. "That was her."

Black turned to face her. "...I thought you died."

"I thought you were alive." Kagura said, raising an eyebrow.

Black grinned. "I was."

Plushie turned to her, "Ew."

The grin faded. "What?"

"That...ain't right."

Plushie pointed to a pile of decaying human flesh increasing beside Black.

"Huh. What do ya know..."

"That...it smells like..."

Author's notes: So… What's Plushie smelling? You'll all have to find out next time; whenever we feel like posting it! (Next week, it's all up, we're just evil…)