A/N: So, this is (obviously) chapter 1! I hope you like it! Oh, and no, this is not AU. This is future (for the IY universe). Put simply, it's been 500 years since the Naraku thing; and, in addition, it's been about eight months since Chance Encounters. I forgot to mention that in the last author's note. I hope that makes sense; if you have any questions on that, let me know, and I'll try to clear it up. Oh, and before I forget, Sesshoumaru will have two arms in this story. The theory behind that is simple: he's a full-blooded demon, so naturally, he can re-grow pretty much any body part, though it may take some time. I feel that 500 years is plenty of time to re-grow an arm, don't you? Anyway, this is getting rather long, so I'm gonna go now. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha and the X-Men, I'd be the happiest girl in the world…but, sadly, I don't.

Chance Encounters II: the Hand v the Fang

Chapter 1:

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and Logan woke Jubilee up at eleven that night. "C'mon, darlin', it's time to go."

"What time is it?"

"Eleven."

"Isn't that kinda early?"

"I figured we'd hit a burger joint first, then get this done with."

"Oh, food, I can get behind that idea." Jubilee stated, sitting up and yawning loudly.

Logan handed her her helmet when she exited the bathroom, and she accepted it silently. Together they headed to the rental bike, and moments later they were racing off, towards the nearest McDonald's.

An hour later they pulled onto the street that was home to Fang Headquarters. There were a couple of side-streets connected to it, and Logan pulled into the first one and parked the bike just out of sight from the road. Quickly, they climbed off of the bike and began walking towards the large building at the end of the road.

Fang Headquarters was nothing short of an old-fashioned mansion. It was four stories tall, with a gazebo on the roof. According to the information Logan had been able to dig up that day, it also had a basement, which is where he had deduced they were holding Yukio. The building itself looked harmless enough, with white paint and deep blue trim and roofing. In the spacious backyard there was a small garden and, at the back, stables. Enough room to hold twenty horses. And beside the main building was a six-car garage designed to match. The top floor had two separate, elaborate balconies, one on either side.

Jubilee had to fight the urge to whistle appreciatively. Whoa. Too bad we have to break in, and probably beat the crud outta whoever lives there. Under other circumstances, I'd love to look around this place! Glancing to her left, she met Logan's eyes, waiting for his cue. It was still his mission, after all.

Wolverine broke eye-contact with his partner in crime briefly, silently assessing the large building before them. He knew, instinctively, that it would be all too easy to run in to a problem once they got inside. He also knew that there was no one else he'd rather have at his side. Glancing back towards Jubilee, their eyes met, and he nodded once. She returned the gesture. Here we go. He thought fleetingly.

They made quick work of the window's lock, Jubilee slipping inside first before raising it higher so that Logan could crawl through. Stealth was the idea, so they'd opted not to just crash through. Once inside, Logan quickly returned the window to its former position just before the alarm-jamming device he'd brought with them stopped working.

When that was done, they crept silently towards a back door that Logan knew led to a staircase which would lead them downstairs, hopefully to Yukio. With a little luck, we'll be in an' out before any knows we were here. Sadly, as was often the case in such a situation, 'luck' wasn't on their side this night.

Wolverine froze, placing a hand on Jubilee's forearm to have her do the same, when he heard someone grumbling behind them. He quickly scented the air, knowing he wouldn't recognize the scent, but wanting to store it away for another time. He caught an odd scent; it wasn't human, nor did it seem overly mutant. Turning around silently, he squinted, and his enhanced eyesight picked out a short figure shuffling towards what must be the kitchen, holding some sort of staff that was larger than himself.

The figure kept mumbling something about obnoxious humans and frustrating infants as he walked towards the kitchen, not bothering to turn on a light, obviously perfectly familiar with the path. Logan studied the odd-looking staff it held, noting that the top was carved to resemble a woman's face. Just as it occurred to him that they would be in plain sight if whoever it was flipped on a light switch, he saw the mouth of the woman's face open wide. He had a fleeting moment to consider how odd that was before a high-pitched shrilling scream issued forth from its mouth. He heard Jubilee mutter "uh-oh" even as he tensed, preparing to fight.

The scream startled Jaken out of his grumblings quicker than he could have anticipated. He spun around quickly, mentally wincing at the punishment he could well receive for waking his lord inadvertently. Raising the staff in front of him and positioning the old man's face outward, he called out shakily, "Who's there! I demand that you reveal yourself at once!"

Jaken took a small step backwards when he saw a figure move towards him. The size of the person, though much larger than he himself, wasn't all that big. But he wasn't prepared for the stranger's speed. Before he could react, he was pinned against the wall, three ominous, silver claws glinting in the faint moonlight that leaked through a nearby window. Jaken fidgeted uselessly; he was at least a foot off of the floor.

"I got a better idea, bub. You shut up an' show me the way to yer holdin' cells."

Jaken sputtered, put off by the request. "O-our holding cells? Why on Earth would you want me to take you there? And who do you think you are, that you can break in to Lord Sesshoumaru's home like this!"

The hand around Jaken's throat tightened fractionally, warning him to be quiet. "You've got someone down there that I aim to release; an' if you don't comply willingly, I'll drag you by yer feet, got it?" It was then that another scent reached Logan's nose. But the warning came too late, for even as his sensitive hearing picked up on the sound of something fast and small, like a bullet, coming towards him, he felt it pierce his chest. It was followed by two more similar objects. The force of it tossed him backwards, forcing him to release his hold on the imp.

He'd only been tossed back a few feet, and though the projectiles had gone through him, he was already on his feet and healing. He felt Jubilee come up beside him, her hands up, ready to shed some light on their adversaries when necessary. Growling, he clenched his fists and popped his other set of claws.

An unknown voice coming from the direction of the stairs caught their attention. "What the hell's going on here, Jaken? Who're these people?"

Jaken sputtered. "I don't know! They were here when I came down! That one said he wants to free someone from the holding cells. And he tried to kill me! What are you doing, don't just stand there!"

The man leaned up against the side of the staircase sighed and shoved off the wall, stepping up to stand beside the green imp. Despite the darkness, he leveled his gaze with that of Wolverine's and brought up one clawed hand, flexing it warningly. "Alright, who are you and what are you really doing here? And don't make me ask twice, or it won't be pretty."

"I hate t'break it to ya, bub, but I don't intimidate easily. If yer aimin' to get in my way, then I'll just take ya down."

"Oh? Rather confident in your abilities, are you?"

"Looks like yer startin' to understand me." Logan growled.

"I see. And what of your companion? Is she as adept as you claim to be? Or would she not heal if I were to shoot her with my claws, as I did you a moment ago." To emphasize his point, he flicked his wrist, sending five bullet-like claws flying towards Jubilee.

Fortunately, she was well practiced and had good reflexes, so she quickly rolled to the other side of Wolverine, coming up in a battle-ready crouch with ease. Wolverine growled audibly, tensing to pounce. "That was a bad idea, bub. It's time ya learned what my claws can do." Then he lunged.

Jaken, who was feeling rather forgotten, decided to aid his comrade. "Allow me, Hiryu. This is what you get for attacking me!" Then he slammed the Staff of Two Heads down and the old man's mouth opened, sending a stream of fire straight at the air-born Wolverine. Logan grunted and twisted, so that he'd land and roll, putting out as many of the flames as possible.

Jubilee decided she'd seen enough, and raised her hands, aiming them at the small toad-like man. "Hey, let's see how you like the heat!" Then she released a stream of white-hot plasma in his direction. Jaken shrieked and ducked behind the one he'd called Hiryu.

"Useful, I suppose. But really, that just won't cut it." Hiryu said, sounding almost bored. Then he once again flicked his claws in her direction.

By now, Logan had recovered from the fire that had temporarily consumed him, and he returned to his feet as Jubilee once again dodged the bullet-claws. Taking advantage of the distraction, he lunged quickly forward and managed to spear his claws into Hiryu's shoulder. That got a reaction.

Hiryu spun backwards, removing Wolverine's claws from his shoulder simultaneously. Behind him, Jaken quickly scrambled out of the way. Hiryu could smell the anger, and determination, that was wafting off of the smaller man before him. As near as he could tell, the man was a mutant feral, not a demon. But that, apparently, didn't mean he wasn't a threat. Which suited him fine.

Just then, a silver-hilted dagger shot through the room, imbedding itself on the wall just over Jubilee's shoulder. When they looked up, a woman was balanced on the railing of the stairs, one hand still holding a matching dagger. Hiryu nodded up at the woman before sending a powerful kick into Logan's stomach, forcing him backwards. The woman did a fancy flip and landed behind Jubilee.

Jubilee spun around, her hands up, preparing to defend herself. The woman reached up behind her and pulled the dagger out of the wall with ease. "Whoever you are, you don't belong here. We're not kind to trespassers. Surrender now, and maybe we'll show you mercy."

"Oh, puh-leeze. You think you're so much better than me, just 'cause you've got daggers?"

"If that was my only advantage, you'd stand a chance." The woman whispered threateningly, spinning the daggers with practiced ease. The woman lunged, daggers out, intending to spear Jubilee's shoulders.

Jubilee, being better trained than the woman obviously gave her credit for, spun around and ducked, kicking one foot out and managing to snag one of her assailant's ankles, sending her sprawling forward. Then she jumped back to her feet, narrowly avoiding the kick that her opponent had intended to deliver as she flipped herself back to her feet. The woman spun her daggers around again, and Jubilee flicked a wrist in her direction, spraying her with white-hot plasma. The woman gave a cut-off shriek and flew backwards, unprepared for the attack.

Jaken came running forward, swinging the two-headed staff wildly, obviously intending to beat her with it. Jubilee ducked again and spun, grabbing the staff as she did so. Putting her weight behind her, she continued spinning and tossed the imp across the room, where he landed expertly on the woman with the daggers.

While Jubilee was taking out her opponents, Wolverine was busy with his. Hiryu, whoever he was, was obviously very good at what he did. But I'm the best. Logan thought as he tackled the taller man, pinning him to the floor with a claw on either side of his throat. He raised his other fist, claws out, intending to either force the man to surrender…or to severely injure him. But Hiryu disappeared. Briefly.

A heartbeat later, Hiryu was behind him, and had his own claws against Logan's throat, lifting him with frightening ease off of the floor. Logan had a sinking feeling that the man intended to run his other claws through him, but he had no intention of allowing it.

Using his body weight, he spun slightly sideways and slashed with his claws towards his enemy's face. Suddenly he was in a free fall, as Hiryu teleported out from behind him and reappeared in front of him instead. He tsk tsked and reached a hand up. Suddenly, a sword was in his hand, and he was swinging it down with an expertise that comes from years of experience.

Logan braced himself, knowing it would hurt, and also knowing that it wouldn't kill him. That was when a bright burst of plasma slammed into Hiryu, sending him flying into the wall beside the stairs, sending his sword flying. Logan cut a side-long glance to Jubilee, and she smiled at him before returning her attention to the woman, who had gotten back to her feet. Logan, too, returned his attention to his own opponent.

Hiryu had just gotten to his feet, having teleported his sword back into his hand, when he sensed more company arriving. He knew who it was, even before his nose confirmed it. Mentally cursing up a storm, he teleported the sword away before teleporting behind Wolverine and delivering a sharp kick to both of his knees, forcing them to give way. He wrapped his clawed hand around the shorter man's throat moments before the two new arrivals appeared at the top of the stairs.

Jubilee saw Logan forced to his knees, and the distraction was all that the woman she was fighting needed. She felt a sharp blow to her stomach and collapsed, unable to hide the pain. The woman moved behind her and forced her onto her knees as well, holding a dagger to her throat in a silent warning. It occurred to Jubilee that they were facing the stairs in a forced bow at the same moment that Jaken screeched: "Lord Sesshoumaru!"

'Lord'? What the hell? She thought fleetingly.

"What is going on down here? I do not appreciate being awoken at this hour by intruders in my home." An elegant, powerful voice declared calmly.

"Milord, I apologize! These...people took me by surprise, and they seem to be decent fighters, and, we're so very sorry for disturbing you! We seem to have them under control-" Jaken's ramblings were interrupted by a different voice, coming from the man standing next to Sesshoumaru.

"Oi, Hiryu, Amara, let 'em up! And will someone turn a damned light on?"

Hiryu hesitated, glancing from the man who'd spoken to Sesshoumaru in question. "Shall we release them, my Lord?"

Sesshoumaru paused, glancing sideways at his younger, and sometimes reckless, half brother. Finally, he returned his gaze to Hiryu and nodded. "Yes. Release them. Jaken, turn on the light."

"Ay-aye, milord!" Jaken stuttered, scrambling to obey the powerful dog demon.

Amara and Hiryu slowly released Wolverine and Jubilee a moment after Jaken had flicked the lights on. Logan instinctively rose to his feet, not yet sheathing his claws. Behind him, he heard Jubilee stand as well. Then he shifted his attention to the stairs. Sesshoumaru, or who he guessed was Sesshoumaru, was walking calmly down the stairs, obscuring the view of whoever was behind him. The problem was, this Sesshoumaru didn't look like the public Sesshoumaru Taisho. He had long, flowing silver hair and pointed ears, piercing golden eyes and a blue crescent moon on his forehead. He also had four red stripes on his face and wrists, and clawed hands. And a pelt of fur slung over one shoulder.

Sesshoumaru, who was a good foot taller than Wolverine, raised a delicate eyebrow as he finished descending the stairs. "I assume you know these people, little brother. Or else you would not have ordered their release."

That's when the other man stepped out from behind Sesshoumaru. Logan could smell Jubilee's surprise as easily as the familiar, though slightly aged, scent of Inuyasha. He still had long silver hair, hard golden eyes, clawed hands and dog ears. And, of course, his sword. But he no longer wore his old robes. He, like Sesshoumaru, was dressed in slacks, but he was shirtless, whereas Sesshoumaru was wearing a white button-up, long sleeved shirt.

"Yeah, I know 'em. They helped Kagome an' me a while back." Then Inuyasha shifted his attention to the two 'intruders' and crossed his arms habitually. "Ya wanna tell me what the heck you're doin' here?"

By now, Jubilee had come up beside Logan, absently rubbing her arm where Amara had had it pinned behind her back. Logan, trusting Inuyasha, retracted his claws and relaxed his stance. He paused, running over the memory of the phone call he'd received from Yukio. Even when he'd gotten it, he'd acknowledged that there was something off with it. Now he knew he'd been set up.

"I got a phone call from a friend sayin' she was being kept here against her will. According to her, the Fang was plannin' on handin' her over to the Hand as some sort o' truce. I knew when I got the call that it was probably a trap, but I owed it to her to check up on it."

"You were told we were plannin' on making a truce with the Hand? Keh, that's ridiculous. We wouldn't bargain with those asshole's if our lives depended on it."

"If I'd known you were part o' the Fang, we'd a done things differently."

"Yeah, I imagine you would've."

"Inuyasha, you know these people? Who are they!" Jaken demanded, attempting to assert himself as he walked up and waved his staff in front of Inuyasha's face.

Inuyasha growled and swiped the staff out of his face. "Knock it off, imp! Damn. Everyone, meet Wolverine an' Jubilee."

"Call me Logan."

"Um, who is…everyone else?" Jubilee asked, attempting to sound polite. Inuyasha's fist collided with Jaken's head as the toad demon attempted to answer her question.

"This is Jaken, the most annoying toad demon on Earth. That's Sesshoumaru; my older half-brother; he's a dog-demon. That," he said, indicating Hiryu, "is Hiryu; he's a teleporting demon. And she's Amara, snake demon."

Hiryu gave a formal bow as he apologized for attacking them. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of old jeans with a hole in the left knee. He had dark brown hair and violet eyes, and pointed ears. His hair was slightly shaggy, but not too overgrown. Beside him, Amara bowed as well, her daggers slipped back into the holders on her thighs. She had long, sea green hair and black eyes, her pupils slits. She had the necessary pointed ears and clawed hands of a demon. She was wearing an opal, sheer nightgown that just covered her thigh straps.

"The situation is dealt with. Hiryu, Amara, you are dismissed. Jaken, return to what you were doing." Sesshoumaru spoke. Hiryu and Amara mumbled acknowledgement of their orders and then Amara walked past, heading up the stairs, while Hiryu teleported away. Jaken screeched an "aye milord" and then he, too, walked off.

Soon, only the four of them were left in the large living room. Sesshoumaru waved an arm towards one of the couches and said, "Please, have a seat."

Jubilee got to the couch first, flopping down and allowing herself to sink backwards into the large, overstuffed piece of furniture. Logan sat down beside her, leaning back as well. Sesshoumaru claimed a matching chair across from them, and Inuyasha leaned backwards against a wall, arms crossed.

"So what're you gonna do now that you know you were sent on a wild goose chase?" Inuyasha asked curiously.

Logan shrugged. "Don't know yet. It's possible the Hand forced her t'make that phone call; in which case, she's prob'ly bein' held there. But it's a hell of a lot harder to break into Hand HQ. Though I've done it before."

"This friend of yours, if you do not mind my asking, what is her name?" Sesshoumaru asked.

"Yukio. She's ex-Hand, which is why they'd be after her. Viper hates her."

Sesshoumaru nodded in understanding.

"Your friend's in a hell of a lot of trouble, then. If they've got her." Inuyasha stated bluntly. Then, after a brief pause, he added, "Look, the way I see it, I owe you a favor. If you want help dealin' with this, I'll help."

"You don't owe us anything, but I ain't about to turn down an offer o' help from a friend. I appreciate it." Logan replied.

"Keh." Was all Inuyasha said.

Jubilee couldn't take it anymore. "Hey, Inuyasha, I have a question."

The half-demon's eyes shifted to her. "Yeah?"

"Aren't you supposed to be in Feudal Japan?"

Inuyasha smirked. "Sorta. For you it's only been eight months, but for me it's been 500 years and eight months."

Jubilee blanched. "You mean, you've been alive for 500 years!" And then she whistled. "Wow. You don't look that much older, though."

"I've only aged the equivalent of five years. That's why."

"Oh…whoa, that's just so…cool. So, are you immortal?"

"Nah, I'm just almost immortal. I will, eventually, die of old age. But it'll be while. He's immortal, though." He replied, indicating Sesshoumaru.

"That is so cool!" Jubilee stated. Logan rolled his eyes.

"You'd think things'd stop surprising you after all these years on the X-Men."

Jubilee shook her head, a grin on her face. "Nope, not me. I will always be able to appreciate the cool things."

"I don't doubt it." They lapsed in to silence for a moment, and Jubilee had to try not to laugh as all three of them suddenly looked over to the staircase, having heard something that she couldn't hear. A moment later, a soft voice called down the stairs curiously.

"Daddy? Are you down there?" the young voice asked. They watched as Sesshoumaru stood gracefully and walked to the foot of the stairs.

"Karu, you should be in bed. Why are you up?"

"Jaken walked by my room, grumbling about 'stupid humans' or something I think. Who're the strange people on the couch?" Karu was a little boy of about eight, with waist length silver hair and dog ears identical to Inuyasha's. He also had the family eyes and claws.

"They're friends of Inuyasha's. Don't mind Jaken's grumblings, Karu. Go back to bed."

"Ok Daddy. G'night. 'Night, Uncle Yash."

Sesshoumaru said "Good night." At the same time Inuyasha called, "'Night, pup." The room was silent again until not even Sesshoumaru could hear the soft padding of his son's footfalls going down the hall, towards the next staircase.

Once Karu had retreated, Sesshoumaru turned towards his unexpected guests and nodded to them. "You are welcome to stay here while you are in Japan. Inuyasha can show you to a room. Good evening." And then he, too, headed up the stairs for bed.

Inuyasha pushed off the wall and looked over at the two X-Men who were occupying his brother's couch. "So, you want to crash here, or do you have a place?"

"Technically, we've got a place. But I think we'd be better off to take you up on the offer if it's all the same to you."

Inuyasha nodded. "Then follow me." He said, starting up the stairs. Logan stood and followed Inuyasha, Jubilee behind him, up the stairs.

A few minutes (and three staircases) later, Inuyasha stopped in front of a door on the fourth floor. "Hope one room's ok; it's all we've got right now. Well, at least that I'd think about puttin' you in."

"One room's fine." Logan assured with a nod.

Inuyasha nodded as well. "If you need anything, knock on either of those two doors. You'll get me or Sesshoumaru. Otherwise, see you in the morning."

Logan nodded again, and Jubilee waved goodnight before letting herself into the room they'd been offered. Logan watched Inuyasha walk into the closer of the two rooms and shut the door softly behind him. Then he, too, entered the guest room.

To Be Continued…

A/N: So, there ya go! I hope you liked it! Don't forget to R&R, please! And please be gentle if you must flame. Thanks!