An Otaku's Wish

A story by SkyDragon2083

Disclaimer: None of the characters of Inu Yasha belong to me. They are the property of Rumiko Takahashi and Viz and whatever company handles Inu Yasha over in Japan. Moon Fry/Rosutsu is based loosely around a friend of mine, and Sky Dragon, of course, is based loosely around myself.

Chapter 1: Strange Encounters

Moon groaned as she woke up to a huge headache, along with several other aches and pains in her body. Cautiously opening one eye, she groaned again as the light proved to be too much for her eyes at the moment. "I think she's awake again, old man," a sarcastic voice rang out, telling her that sound wasn't too good for her at the moment, either. She made a face as she groaned yet again at the boy's voice.

"Yes, I can tell that. Now hush up and quit your jabbering so I can take a good look at her," a second voice, somewhat more clownish, yet older, than the first, spoke up. Moon frowned as she vaguely realized that those two voices sounded strangely familiar.

"Yeah, Inu Yasha," a third voice, this time a girl's voice, said. "Let Grandpa look her over, there's no telling what that Noh Mask might have done to her!" Moon frowned again as a bad feeling washed over her. Noticing that there was a shadow looming over her, Moon tried opening one of her eyes again. The sight that greeted her confirmed her worst fears, sending that bad feeling right to the pit of her stomach.

The man standing over her had a sunken face that still showed signs of youthful energy. His white hair was tied back into a sharp ponytail jutting out the side of his head. His intense look caused her to frown.

Glancing elsewhere, Moon spotted a boy in red robes with long silver hair. The dog ears on his head and the auburn eyes were dead giveaways that he wasn't fully human. The girl next to him was wearing a white and green school uniform that had a short, green skirt. She had waist-length, raven hair and soft brown eyes.

"Well, Grandpa, how is she?" the girl asked impatiently. Moon just stared as the old man examined her face carefully.

"I have no idea." Inu Yasha hit the floor. The girl slapped her forehead. Moon just stared, too shocked to do much else at the moment.

"Let me have a look at her," a new voice, much softer than the others and carrying a maternal air, spoke as an older woman walked in with a first aid kit. Her features were similar enough to the girl's for Moon to determine that she was the girl's mother, though her hair was much shorter.

The woman knelt next to the bed that a shocked Moon realized she was laying on, and opened the first aid kit. She then proceeded to perform a well-practiced routine for examining children that all mothers seem to inherently know. When she was finished she sighed.

"Well, it seems that the poor dear has suffered a concussion on top of these other minor wounds that she has…" Moon took a moment to look down at herself, confirming that she was indeed covered in cuts and bruises, then glanced back at the woman as she went on. "…And she appears to be in a state of shock. Maybe the poor dear has amnesia?" Moon decided that silence was golden as she realized that they were talking in Japanese. "At least her delirium seems to have gone away..."

After a moment, Inu Yasha spoke up. "Amnesia? Concussion? Shock? What's that supposed to mean?" His irritation clearly shone through any façade he might've tried to use.

"Amnesia means that she has forgotten certain things, or maybe everything. And a concussion is a severe hit to the head." The girl's voice had taken on an explanatory tone. "And shock is something that generally happens when a person's mind just can't handle what's happening around it… Their mind just sort of lock's up." The girl glanced at Moon, an odd look in her eye, as Inu Yasha mulled that over in his head.

"Hello, my name's Higurashi Kagome." She bowed, bringing Moon out of her shock as she realized that Kagome was addressing her. She blinked, unsure of what to do or say. "What's you name?"

Moon blinked again, still unsure of herself. She cocked her head to the side, deciding that playing dumb would probably be a better idea than telling them the truth. After all, she didn't need any anime characters to label her as insane. "Um… I don't know…" She frowned, as did Kagome.

"Well, we're gonna have'ta call her something, aren't we?" Inu Yasha interrupted as Kagome was about to speak. "How 'bout Sakura?" Several people blinked as Moon learned how to sweat drop.

"Why Sakura?" Kagome inquired.

"Well, she's really unusual, like sakura blossoms. And she's pretty frail too, getting all this damage just from being thrown by that Noh Mask…" Moon and Kagome glared at him.
"How about Rosutsu?" Several blinks went around the room at Mrs. Higurashi's suggestion.

"'Lost?'" Kagome asked. Moon blushed as Kagome smiled. "Oddly enough, it seems perfect."

"I guess…" Moon trailed off. She'd prefer a name more reminiscent of water.

"It'll do for now, at least until your memories return to you," Kagome's mother put in. Moon nodded gratefully, then winced at the wave of nausea that hit her. She quickly found a bucket in her hands, courtesy of Kagome's mother. Moon, or rather, Rosutsu, restrained herself to a simple smile before she found herself dry heaving at the bucket.


Kagome's mother turned towards her daughter as she shut the door to Kagome's room, where they'd put the strange girl after Inu Yasha had returned with her after the fight with the Noh Mask. It had been two days since the fight, and the girl clearly showed signs of being a quick healer; that was the only reason they hadn't taken her to a hospital.

"Kagome, I'd like you to help her get herself cleaned up, okay?" Kagome nodded.

"Okay, Mom," Kagome said thoughtfully. "If you don't mind me asking, why?"

Kagome's mother smiled. "She must be aching for a bath, she just suffered a concussion two days ago, and we can't afford to have her falling over and hurting herself more, now can we?"

"Oh," Kagome said meekly.

"Don't worry, Kagome, just make sure that she's good and ready before you decide to help her take a bath." Kagome nodded.

"Okay."

"Now I'm just going to go get her some clothes, since we don't seem to have any that would fit her properly. Not to mention that she seems to prefer Chinese clothing if what she is wearing now is any indication…" Kagome blushed in embarrassment as her mother went on.


Moon, now Rosutsu, sighed as she finished dressing in the clothes that Kagome's mother had provided for her. She didn't really want to be a burden to them, but they didn't seem to mind. It had taken her another half-day to recover well enough to get to the bathroom, but she had desperately needed it. She was glad to have gotten herself cleaned up. That Kagome hadn't been around to help her out as her mother had obviously intended only served to heighten Rosutsu's mood. Though she had noticed some things had changed about herself when she finally found the bathroom. The most noticeable of which was that she had either aged a year or two or that her form had… matured… a great deal without her knowing it. She almost hadn't recognized herself when she saw herself in the mirror.

She was at least a half foot taller than she remembered. And her dark brown hair, normally only shoulder length, was now down to her waist and smooth as silk. Her facial features, influenced by her unusual mix of African, Native American, and Irish blood, had taken on an oddly refined air. She still had her dark golden complexion, though, which relieved her somewhat.

Carefully tying her long hair back into a loose ponytail, Rosutsu continued reflecting on the odd changes to her personage. She had been startled to realize that she was talking as fluently in Japanese as she had English, but was grateful that she did since she wouldn't be able to communicate with Kagome's family otherwise. The fact that she didn't need glasses hadn't escaped her notice either, though she wondered why she didn't need them anymore.

Her quick recovery, though, was scaring her. Just how much about her had changed? Sighing, Rosutsu decided that she couldn't really do anything about it and dismissed it altogether.

Slipping on her silver and obsidian ring as she left the changing room, Rosutsu quickly spotted Kagome peeking confusedly into her room. "What are you looking at?" Rosutsu inquired as she tapped the other girl on the shoulder. Kagome jumped.

"I was looking at where I expected you to be," she nearly shouted, covering her mouth and blushing in embarrassment at having been caught so unaware. Sighing, Kagome continued on at with a more concerned tone. "Where were you?"

Rosutsu pointed at the bathroom she'd just finished with. "Taking a bath." She grimaced. "I really needed one." Kagome nodded in understanding.

"You shouldn't be walking around, yet." Rosutsu blinked. Kagome sighed. "You took a hard hit to the head, you know. I'm surprised you haven't fainted and hurt yourself worse than you already are..." She glanced over her shoulder before turning back to Rosutsu. "Well, if what my mom says is right, anyway. And she usually is, I guess..."

Rosutsu smiled ruefully, knowing that Kagome had just hit upon a huge understatement. "I don't feel like laying around all day. You don't mind if I look around a little, do you?" Kagome shook her head.

"Just don't go outside. I don't know what Mom would do if she found out that you were even out of bed by yourself." Rosutsu smiled as Kagome headed into her room.

"Thanks for the warning," Rosutsu said before the door to the room slid shut of its own accord.

A loud grumbling noise alerted her to the fact the she hadn't eaten since early that morning. Grimacing, Rosutsu headed off in a random direction, peeking into rooms as she passed them by. A pair of hands placed on her shoulders after the fourth door nearly made her jump out of her skin, but when she turned around, she found Mrs. Higurashi smiling down at her.

"Hungry, dear?" Rosutsu blushed as her stomach growled again. Mrs. Higurashi smiled knowingly. "The kitchen is right this way." Rosutsu followed behind the older woman, too embarrassed to speak. Mrs. Higurashi quickly led her to a dining area, where she was told to sit as Mrs. Higurashi fetched something to eat.

When Mrs. Higurashi returned, she set a bowl of ramen before Rosutsu. "Thank you, Mrs. Higurashi." She sketched an awkward bow, nearly falling over as the nausea returned, though a great deal weaker than the day before. Mrs. Hirugashi smiled.

"It was not a problem, Rosutsu." That said, Mrs. Hirugashi left Rosutsu to her food.

She glanced at the chopsticks, unsure. She'd never really used them before. Just as she started trying to use them, Kagome walked past the open door. "Oh, hey, Rosutsu! Getting something to eat?" Rosutsu laughed weakly as the chopsticks fell out of her hand. "I'm trying..." Kagome blinked at her.

"You don't know how to use chopsticks?"

"Not very well, apparently. I thought I might, but, well, nope." Kagome walked into the room, dropping her heavily laden backpack on the ground next to her. Kagome quickly showed her the correct way to hold her chopsticks, and watched as Rosutsu slowly started eating. After a moment, Rosutsu decided that silence wasn't very good company.

"So where are you going?" she asked, knowing full well where Kagome was heading. Kagome blinked in confusion, then realized her backpack was sitting on the ground next to her.

"Um… I was just…" She trailed off, not knowing what to say. After a moment, Kagome sighed and glanced at the ceiling. "I'm going to Feudal Era Japan." Rosutsu blinked, not having expected Kagome to admit the truth so quickly.

"How are you going to do that?" She knew the answer to this question, too. But how much was Kagome willing to tell her? Kagome glanced around nervously, realizing that Rosutsu wasn't going to stop asking questions.

"Um, well, it's kind of a long story…" Rosutsu shrugged.

"I'm not going anywhere." Noticing that all the noodles were gone from the Chinese soup she had been eating, she lifted the bowl up and sipped the liquid within.

"Well, it kind of goes like this…" Kagome started, pushing her pointer fingers together in an embarrassed manor. Rosutsu nearly choked on the soup as Kagome began telling the story. Kagome exaggerated some things, but it was unnerving how quickly she had caved in and told the truth.

Kagome left quickly after that, after asking Rosutsu not to tell anyone about the outlandish tale. Rosutsu hadn't responded. Then again, she hadn't responded for most of the second half of the tale.


Rosutsu glanced around to make sure nobody was looking. She'd spent the past week with the Higurashi family, and she had found it pretty boring. There had been the Soul Piper incident, but that hadn't taken place at the Higurashi home.

Aside from the incident when she pried the whole tale of how the fight with the Noh Mask had gone from Kagome's little brother, Souta, it had been utterly boring. From what he had told her, Rosutsu had pieced together that the battle had gone pretty much as it had in the TV series until the Noh Mask sucked Inu Yasha in.

Then things went haywire. The Noh Mask's melting form had stopped moving, almost as if it had swallowed something that it couldn't quite stomach. A bright light had flashed before both Inu Yasha and herself came flying out of the gunk that made up its body, and she had fallen over the edge of the construction area. She remembered how high up that had been in the anime, and was surprised that she had survived such a fall.

Inu Yasha had defeated the Noh Mask the same way he did in the anime, then he had rushed down to check on her at Kagome's bidding. They had been surprised, too, when they found she was still alive. After that, they had brought her back to the Higurashi residence, where they had treated her for several days as she quickly healed up.

Rosutsu also learned that she had woken up once that she couldn't remember. They had been reluctant to tell her about it, and she almost wished they hadn't. She had made a fool of herself claiming that she was in anime, but couldn't for the life of her remember what it was called. Now she better understood Mrs. Higurashi's comment about her having been delirious.

Moving quickly down the hall with a bag full of clothes slung over her shoulder, Rosutsu brought herself back to reality… or some semblance of it. Kagome had just gone down the well, so the family had gone off as usual to pray for her safe return. Rosutsu dropped a note she had written earlier in the day on the table, then quickly headed outside. Glancing around to make sure that none of the Higurashis were around, she went to the building that hid the well.

If Rosutsu was going to be in the world of Inu Yasha, she was going to get the full experience. She entered the building and looked down at the well. 'If you're going to go, now's your chance,' she reminded herself. Stealing herself against the unknown, Rosutsu jumped down into the well.

An explosion of light enveloped her as she passed the halfway point in the well's depth. Moments later, the light faded, leaving her at the bottom of the well. She glanced up and was greeted with sunlight.

"I made it through…" she whispered to herself, a silly grin plastering itself across her face.


A girl sighed as she woke up with a ringing headache. Opening her eyes, she found herself grateful that someone was standing over her. Until she saw him, anyway.

"Ack!" She shoved herself away from the little frog-man holding a tall staff with two wooden heads carved into its top end. A wave of nausea hit her at the sudden motion, making her lose her handholds on the ground and fall back onto her back.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to block out the pain in her head, subconsciously raising a hand to her forehead as she groaned.

"Step back, Jaken, as your presence does not seem to please her," a soft, masculine voice spoke out. She opened her eyes again and looked towards its source.

The man had long, silvery hair and only one arm, which was currently busy sheathing the blade he held. She glanced at his clothes, noting that the combination of fine fabrics, armor, and what she assumed to be white wolf skins gave him a somewhat pretty-boy look. She glanced back up at his face, noting that it also could fit the definition of 'pretty-boy' quite well, had the man been younger, anyway.

"Right away, Lord Sessho-maru!" The girl didn't deign to look for the source of the scratchy voice, guessing that it probably belonged to that frog-like creature.

"Who're you?" she asked softly, squinting slightly as the light from the sun gleamed off his hair.

"My name is of no importance. What you are, though, is of great importance." She blinked confusedly. "You are obviously human in origin, yet you fell from the sky. What are you?"

"Um, I don't know?" His eyes narrowed.

"Are you not aware that just moments ago, your life hung on the edge of death? After a fall from beyond my sight coupled with a landing on your head, I might add."

"Um, no?" He frowned.

"Are you aware that you show signs of recent contact with the kami?"

"No?" A thump behind her caused her to turn her head.

"She is obviously playing ignorant, Lord Sessho-maru! Please allow me teach her how to properly respect her betters!" She grimaced as she looked away from the frog-man again.

"My betters?" The man's frown deepened.

"No, Jaken. That will not be necessary." She blinked as he stepped closer to her, taking her face in his hand, and bringing his own close to hers. "Tell me, who are you?"

She racked her brain for a moment, trying to come up with something, anything to tell him. But nothing came to mind. "I don't know…" She frowned as she realized the she had no memories, fighting back tears. Who was she?

The man sighed, letting go of her face as he moved away. "She speaks the truth, Jaken. She does not know who or what she is." He frowned again. "I am Sessho-maru. I would like for you to accompany me, until you can tell me who or what you are."

"But my Lord..."

"Quite, Jaken." The frog-man promptly shut up. "I do not enjoy using the Tenseiga to save human lives, and I refuse to waste its power on nothing. I will have my answers, Jaken."

The girl frowned at these words. Had this man brought her back from the dead? There was only one course of action she could think of that could possibly make up for such a deed. "I will go with you, as a servant if you want. But no touching." She levered herself up carefully, and slowly got to her feet.

Sessho-maru nodded. "Since you cannot recall your name, I shall call you Rinjireru." He sneered. "And I would not touch a human for any such reason."

Rinjireru nodded. "Good…" Catching the look that the frog-man sent her, she frowned. "And that goes for your little fiend of a friend, too." Jaken opened his mouth to protest, though over which part of her insult, she didn't know.

"Jaken will not harm you in any way." Jaken's mouth just hung open as Sessho-maru headed off, Rinjireru not far behind him.


Rosutsu worked her way out of the well after a few minutes, and immediately picked a random direction to head off in. She was in the middle of a forest with no clue as to where she should go. She knew that if she walked around for a little while, she was bound to find Kagome and Inu Yasha somewhere, though.
Inu Yasha sniffed as he caught a semi-familiar scent. His brow furrowed. "Something wrong, Inu Yasha?" Kagome asked. He glanced at her a moment before looking away.

"There's this oddly familiar scent in the air, and I can't put my finger on just what it is…" He scanned his recent memories, trying to come up with something that matched this scent. He paled as something did match up. "Hey, Kagome?"

"Yes, Inu Yasha?"

"You know that strange girl that's staying at your house? I think I can smell her." Kagome frowned.

"You mean to tell me that you think she'd be foolish enough to jump into the well after what I told her?" Inu Yasha glared at her.

"Kagome, who's Inu Yasha talking about," Shippou asked.

"A girl who came out of a Noh Mask Inu Yasha was fighting; we've been calling her Rosutsu, since she can't remember who she is." Inu Yasha frowned as the scent strengthened, and a rustling sound tickled his ears.

"I know what I'm smellin', Kagome, and it smells just like her!" He turned towards the rustling noises. "Look, I'll be right back, you three just stay here." He flicked Myouga off his shoulder before walking into the brush despite Kagome and Shippou's protests.

"It's not her!" Inu Yasha ignored Kagome as he followed his nose into the forest.


Rosutsu blinked as she spotted a familiar head of silver hair and dog-ears through the brush she was looking through. It looked like Inu Yasha was looking for something, considering the way he was sniffing at the air with his eyes closed. Deciding to wait for a moment, she leaned against a tree.

Inu Yasha kept sniffing a while, muttering just under his breath the entire time. "I can smell her here somewhere, now where is she!" Rosutsu blushed as she realized that Inu Yasha was looking for her.

"Looking for me, Inu Yasha," she asked from her place next to the tree. He jumped and opened his eyes, glaring daggers at her.

"Well why didn't ya' say something sooner?" He grabbed her wrist and began pulling her in a direction other than the one she'd been heading in. After a few moments of enduring his muttered curses, she decided to distract him.

"Where are we going, Inu Yasha?" He stopped muttering and glanced over his shoulder at her.

"We're gonna go meet up with Kagome, that's where we're going." He turned his attention back to what was in front of him just in time to avoid walking into a tree. Breaking onto a beaten path in the woods, he glanced around, quickly finding Kagome and pulling Rosutsu towards her. "It's not her, huh," he sniffed at Kagome.

"Hey, a girl's allowed to be wrong every once in a while, isn't she?" Kagome turned towards Rosutsu for back up, but Rosutsu was busy making friends with Shippou. Inu Yasha huffed.

"C'mon, let's go." He started off in the direction he'd been going in when he first smelled Rosutsu's scent. "Are ya' coming or not?" he called over his shoulder.

"Hope you don't mind me tagging along, Kagome," Rosutsu said to the other girl. "No offence, but your home is really boring." Rosutsu headed off after Inu Yasha.

"I know," Kagome said. Rosutsu smiled as Kagome and Shippou fell in line behind her.

Something landed on her neck, and Rosutsu thought she felt a pinprick there. Idly reaching up, she smacked the nuisance and flicked whatever remained of it back behind her.

"Life is so cruel, to give such sweet blood to such a skilled foe," a small voice said as she continued on.

She choose to ignore Myouga the Flea.


Sessho-maru frowned at Rinjireru. "You have no idea where you came upon this strange magic?" Rinjireru shook her, now his, head.

"I just spilt the hot water on myself, and here I am." Sessho-maru frowned.

Rinjireru had discovered that she or he suffered from an odd, gender-swapping curse that was triggered by hot and cold water. Hot water turned her into him, and cold water did just the opposite.

Sessho-maru tossed some cold water from the nearby stream on Rinjireru, revealing the young girl whose life he'd saved. She sputtered a little, glaring darkly at him. She had blond hair that she'd tied back into a ponytail that reached to the small of her back and soft, feminine facial features. She was roughly 5'6" tall and wore clothes of a cut he was not familiar with. She was also, Sessho-maru noted, what some would call 'well-endowed.'

He splashed some warm water from a kettle over the fire they'd cooked lunch with, changing Rinjireru into a boy again. He had stronger features than his other form, and stood a good half-head taller. This form appeared slightly more muscular and had darker hair. Sessho-maru noted that the child's clothes also appeared to be a better fit for this form.

"With which form do you feel more at ease?" Rinjireru shrugged.

"Neither one, really."

"Which do you believe to be your real form, if either?" Rinjireru's face contorted in concentration. After a moment, he shrugged again.

"Don't know."

"Lord Sessho-maru, considering the way these things go… And hot water being far less abundant than cold… Perhaps Rinjireru is a boy cursed to turn into a girl by some angry kami or youkai?"

"It is possible," Sessho-maru conceded. "However, it is also possible that Rinjireru was a girl given a gift by a grateful kami disguised to appear as though to be a cursed boy?"

"Ugh, my head's hurting just thinkin' about it," Rinjireru commented. "I think I could use some time alone…" Leaving the sentence unfinished, Rinjireru hopped up and walked off into the woods.

"Follow him, Jaken, and make sure he does not leave us." Granted, Sessho-maru wasn't really worried that Rinjireru would run off. He'd caught the boy whispering an oath to aid Sessho-maru earlier, though he had decided not to make a point of it.

"Yes, my Lord!" Jaken immediately took off after Rinjireru.

'That child is full of mysteries within mysteries…' Sessho-maru thought. 'He falls from the sky, is surrounded by a mysterious aura that is neither youkai nor kami, and has this odd curse. And what's more, he obviously cannot remember a thing of who or what he is.'

Sessho-maru ignored the fact that he had used the Tenseiga on the boy-girl, as the mysterious aura surrounding him would have ensured his survival either way. Sessho-maru just hadn't felt like waiting for the boy-girl to recover well enough to give answers. That choice, apparently, had been in vain and was thus inconsequential to Sessho-maru.

Shaking his head at the uncharacteristic headache he felt coming on, Sessho-maru turned his thoughts to other matters.

Author's Notes (As of Dec. 2004):
Let me start off by saying that I take some small liberties with the abilities, skills, and personalities of the characters that I used here. Next off… Thanks MoonFry! Without her, this piece of fan-fiction may never have seen the light of day!
Third... "What happened?" - Did anybody notice the odd possession that Sky underwent early on? That is what happened… That possessing being is my own version of Toltiir, a 'god of mischief' that I will credit to fellow fanfic writer Gregg Sharp for the time being. Suffice it to say that Toltiir will make more appearances in the future. I'm also going to horribly twist that particular continuity to suit my purposes for this story.

Author's Notes (As of Sept. 2006):
Well, two years have passed, and my momentum on this story has practically ground to a halt. A story began purely for the enjoyment of myself and Moonfry (As I shall call her here.) has come to stagnation only a short six chapters.
Needless to say, I am far from happy with this outcome. Hopefully, you guys can do a good job of giving me a kick in the butt to finish this story. It's worth noting that I actually have an end for this 'written in stone.'