Ochita: Don't own the cast of Inu-yasha very muchly soo. But I can make Sessho-maru do whatever the hell I want.

Sessho-maru: Die creature!

Timing Old Faithful

Marisol began to lift at the hardened lava rock before her knees, grunting softly and the exertion it took to haul it up. After doing so she stared happily down at the dirt beneath it, the stink of which was amazing. Coughing a bit at its potent stench she began to rub the sulfur deposited soil up and down her body, noting the way the demon picked up his pace, apprehensive as to what she might have in mind this time. Marisol Jumped to her feet and counted down in her mind.

5…4…3…2…1…Huston we have lift off.

Grinning stupidly she jumped backwards and rolled on the ground, right before the geyser in front of her shot up, sending a spray of putrid steam into the air. Her plan was slowly working, she realized, as she took off in a random direction, timing the lava and steam geyser's in her mind.

Jump that one next, it'll go off in 2…1…now!

She leapt one off to her right, smiling happily, turning about to find that the demon was nowhere to be seen.

Back with Sessho-maru…

The Taiyokai was cursing colorfully within him mind, screaming at his inaptness to take a hint. If the girl was smart, why couldn't he just accept the damn fact and stop underestimating her. He now couldn't smell her, couldn't see her, and hell if he'd be able to hear her over the defining sound of the lava fountains; so snarling he ran in the direction he last saw her go. Once inside the miserable, stink pit, he began breathing through his mouth to get rid of the reek but found it then, very difficult to inhale.

He thought he saw her on the ground, putting something on her feet and something else on her face, and ran for her, just as she turned her head up but, as was his luck, lava came shooting up out of no where, right in front of him as he stumbled backwards and fell. He sat there for a moment, waiting for the geyser to stop, and when it did, slammed his fist into the dirt because the girl was gone.

He got to his feet, dusting himself off, feeling absolutely humiliated even though there was no one around to see him. The demon lord saw something to his right so he ran, only to catch a glimpse of black flying hair to his left. Following that more steam shot up in front of him of which he couldn't pass through lest he burn himself. He wasn't an idiot; even his armor and clothing wouldn't protect him from the fire in which Toto-sai forged his swords.

Growling, Sessho-maru realized he did not know the trail back to the edge of this place. He sniffed the air to follow his scent but he couldn't. Choking and coughing, he staggered off in one direction, wondering why his breath came in such short gasps. It was sweltering and to his horror he realized he was inhaling poison, and the object he'd seen the girl putting on her face was a mask to protect herself.

Fuck it! That stupid creature is always eight steps ahead of me! Why the hell is this Sessho-maru being outwitted by this…thing?

He couldn't stand the fact that the being that so resembled a human, and contained no other attributes that pointed to any supernatural ancestry, besides her strange scent, was beating him in this chase, of which she was to be falling victim to. His blood beast almost over took his senses but he knew that if he tried to catch her via brute strength he'd end up losing and burning himself badly.

The dark rocks beneath his feet were hot, and many were flying into the air after one of the lava fountains let off, sending bits of dirt into his stinging eyes. Head beginning to feel light he tottered off in the opposite direction, the world seeming to spin all around him.

What is happening?

He tripped and fell into the dirt, the harsh smell of it wafting into his nose, causing him to cough and choke again. Obsidian was flying around and Sessho-maru felt one of the sharp black rocks but his face. He rolled onto his back and tried keeping his eyes open, staring at the ash filled sky. He'd barely registered the fact that he'd stopped breathing, his heart beat slowing.

What the hell is going on?

After these thoughts, the great lord of the west, passed out cold on the ground.

Marisol watched the man, and something struck at her heart. She'd at least should've left behind one of her cleaning masks for him. It wasn't fair that she had all these advantages of futuristic protection and he had nothing but feudal war antics to go on. Feeling like a cheater, staring as the demon man's eyes shut for good, she stumbled over in his direction. Once there she began to curse, knowing that hauling his ass around was going to be harder than she thought. It wasn't like he looked heavy, quite the contrary, but his armor looked like it could make a pro weightlifter cringe.

Minding the sharp spikes on his left, she tottered over to his right and, grabbing his arm and waist, grunted loudly as she raised him upright. Turning around she squatted down, knees bent outwards, gripping his right arm over her left right shoulder, arm wrapped securely around his waist, down by his hip, and lifted for all she was worth.

Thankfully, the man was only around 5-6 inches taller than her so it wasn't to difficult to drag him around. Perhaps one of her most valuable traits happened to be a photographic memory, so finding her way back to the spot in which they'd come from wasn't as hard as it could've been. Her eyes darted back to his face, appearing so gentle in his unconscious sleep, hoping to the Kami-sama that he wouldn't wake and tear her to shreds. Fortunately he didn't, and she continued dragging him along, cursing at the burning heat that ripped at her exposed feet, in spite of the leather sandals she wore.

These things are gonna rip and I won't be able to call the Rainbow factory from medieval Japan to get free repairs here.

Rolling her eyes, for that was perhaps the least of her problems, she shifted the yokai up further onto her shoulder and began to take up a jerking jog. The heat and gasses were getting to her too now. After a little while she came back to the spot where she'd hopped her first geyser, dragging him across the threshold and breaking out into a stumbling run, trying to regain her balance. Unfortunately she couldn't and the unconscious male went crashing down on top of her.

"Owie." She grumbled, sliding out from beneath him and panting.

I just lugged a guy whose weight in total, counting his damn armor, was around 280 lbs, for a clear conscious? Kami-sama what am I gonna do to repent for that kitty I skewered a few days ago? Screw it I'm outta here.

Muttering a few curses she got out took off her pack and got out a pen and some paper. She'd write him a note and set this whole cat and mouse game to rest…but if she couldn't she'd at least make it fair.

And here is the note: (written in Japanese peoples)

Hint: Think starfish demon for the left; if ya want it back.

Feeling better about sending the guy on a wild goose chase she ran back into the geyser pit to throw him from any trail she could've left, running out in some random direction and into a lush green forest. Finding a spring and taking off her pack, she dove in head first, desperate to get the stench cleaned from her, halfway gagging at the horrible reek. Her mind was cleared of a lot of guilt, especially at tricking a handicap dude.

Humming girlishly she began to scrub off wondering what her 'friend' back there was going to do about the note she'd left him.

Prawly rip it up, snarl, and come to do the same with me.

Laughing happily Marisol splashed around then ducked beneath the surface, swimming around, wishing she were back at swim or water polo practice.

Thank you for all the reviews peoples! Someone tell me what Sue-ish means onegai shimasu. Domo again! Next time words will be exchanged between the two...though how many I'm not sure.