Dreadful Garden

Inuyasha dreaded the future as he was walking through a strange garden hidden in a valley. The smell of flowers was intoxicating and he felt a bit dizzy just breathing. Yet he had no choice, he had to save everyone. Luckily for him the smell had no bigger effect on him, in contraast to the rest of his pack, who had no youkai blood to protect them from the magical influence of this damned smell. Well, Shippou technically was a youkai, but he was very young. Who knew what was happening to his friends when he was walking around, looking for them?

The first person he found was Shippou, curled in a ball, his cheeks flushed and a little too hot. The hanyou picked his limp body up and carried him out the garden to the place where Kirara was waiting outside of the garden wall. The cat was the one who had brought Inuyasha here to save the others.

Then he found Miroku. The monk wasn't asleep, but he was not in his right mind either. He grasped Inuyasha's clawed hand as soon as the hanyou crouched beside him under a plum tree. His eyes were fogged and looking at Inuyasha with a strange light in them. A wide, stupid grin appeared on his lips.

"Would you consider bea-" the other fist of the inu hanyou hit his head hard enough to knock him out. Scowling fiercely Inuyasha dragged his friend to join the fox. Kirara mewled and licked Miroku's cheek, but Inuyasha didn't wait for the man to wake up. He had to find the rest of his pack.

He had to push his nose in his sleeve, the scent was growing thicker the closer he was to the center of the garden. His eyes were scanning the area in search of two women. Suddenly he heard a girlish squeal. The next second he was on the ground, Sango straddling his waist and grinning happily as she grabbed his ears and rubbed them. Inuyasha let out a strange mix of a yelp and a growl.

"Puppy!" Sango rubbed his ears a little too hard for it to be enjoyable. It was painful and annoying. He looked into her eyes, fogged and unfocused as she was babbling to him about how a good puppy he was. With a growl he pushed her off himself and quickly picked her up to throw over his shoulder and carry out of the garden.

It appeared to be his greater mistake so far.

'Note to myself; never throw Miroku's wife over your shoulder,' he thought when he felt the woman's hands grasp his behind and squeeze it. Immediately he dropped her to the grassy ground, now not only annoyed, but also embaressed. The slayer giggled and reached her hands towards him when he clenched his fist and knocked her out before grabbing her and taking off the garden. Kirara gave him an unpleased look when she saw him lay the woman beside her husband.

"I had to," he stated and turned to the gate of the garden. Then he took a deep breath. "Kagome! I'm coming for you!"

He dreaded the near future...

A/N: Mwahahaha, the second part of this may happen to be posted... If I feel like it