I do not own Inuyasha. I know this is listed as humor, some chapters will be hilarious. some not so much. Melissa doesn't speak Japanese so this fic will have to switch from one perspective to the other for a while.
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Melissa stood up and looked around in utter bewilderment. Where the hell was she? She'd been in her living room moments before, now she stood in a sunlit forest. Many of the trees and plants were familiar, but not all. That worried her. She often gathered herbs in the wild, she new the local plants in her area.
But it appeared to be the same time of day, so she couldn't have crossed any time zones. Could she have? No, she couldn't have moved at all, it was impossible! Witch craft didn't work quite like that. The world wasn't Harry Potter.
OK, Cody knocked the bookcase over, that much she knew. Had something hit her in the head? That was possible. Likely even. She was laid out on the living room floor and would awaken with one hell of a head ache in a couple of hours.
When she woke up she would fix dinner. Maybe she should make Chinese for dinner. Authentic Chinese. Kung Pow Kitten. Damn cat.
She heard water nearby. She sheathed her dagger as she followed the sound and came to a small, slow moving river. She looked up and down stream and saw no signs of a road or a city skyline. She was thirsty. Did people get thirsty in dreams?
She had no way to boil the water, but it looked clean. It was moving so it wasn't stagnant. If it was a dream she would be ok, if not she had bigger problems to worry about. So she drank then sat down on the mossy river bank and set her dagger beside her as she took stock of the situation.
On one hand she was probably unconscious. But there was a slight possibility, however unlikely that there was more to magic than the modern witch tended to believe. In which case she was royally fucked.
If she followed the river that would likely lead to civilization, but that could take days. She didn't recognize all the plants, but she knew some. She could probably find food in the woods. If not she knew how to make a gig and spear a fish with it.
She didn't know what to do about clothing. Or how to explain her nudity when she found people, but one step at a time. The possibility of having to sleep on the buggy ground nude didn't thrill her either. And this early in the year hypothermia was a real threat.
She looked at the sky again, the sun was low. The first thing to worry about was keeping warm so she decided to gather fire wood and see if she could start one by rubbing two sticks together like they do like the movies. If only she'd had a book of matches in one hand.
At least she had her dagger. Hers was not a dull reproduction from an online supply store, hers was an antique she'd found wrapped in an alter cloth in the bottom of a box from a swamp-meet. The old man had been cleaning out his deceased grandmother's attic and had no idea what was in the box but she could have it for $5. She'd liked the energy so she jumped on that offer. One of the best decisions she'd ever made. She'd named it Raven.
Soon she had a fairly large pile of wood, it should be enough to last through the night. She glanced at the wood pile near her dagger. She needed a way to carry her dagger that left her hands free. No sooner had she thought that than some bushes near her rustled. She jumped then shook her head, probably just some woodland creature.
The bushes rustled again and a man emerged. She could have cried, she was so relieved to be found. She didn't notice he was dirty and unkempt at first, nor that he wore a kimono instead of a t-shirt. It was another human being! But then she noticed the way he was looking at her body, her naked body. She dropped her wood and lunged towards her dagger but the man tackled her to the ground before she could get to it.
Sesshomaru was standing on a hill overlooking a river when he heard a woman scream in the woods down stream. He decided to investigate, to see what was going on. There was once time, not to long ago, when he would not have bothered. Would have left the creature that had cried out to her fate. That was before a little human girl helped him learn compassion.
Following the incomprehensible screams he found two people, a man and woman fighting on the ground. The woman made a grab for a dagger but it was just out of reach and she needed both hands to try and fight off the man.
Sesshomaru could not smell either over the scents of incense, flowers, and herbs in the air. The woman didn't look human with gold hair and what looked like gold and red stripes intertwining around her wrists. But she had to be or she would have easily fought off the male who was obviously human.
The woman was naked. And she was losing. The man had one hand around her throat and she was trying to pull it away with both hands, fighting to draw even one life giving breath of air. The man's other hand was working to free himself from his clothing. Youkai or human, no woman deserved that.
A crack like a whip, the crunch of shattering bones and the sound of ripping meat mingled into one note. Then suddenly the man split in two from his groin to the crown of his head. He fell on top of her as blood and entrails rained down on her body, filled her gaping mouth.
She pushed him off and rolled on to her hands and knees. She began to vomit, reaching for her dagger even as her stomach contents splattered on the ground in front of her. Her hand locked around the dagger and it flared with energy that would have been invisible to the human eye as she pulled it from it's sheath. Interesting.
Her eyes met Sesshomaru's for a brief moment. Then everything that had happened in the past couple of hours became to much for her system to bare. She began to sway. She staggered a few steps, then fell on her side, out cold.
"Jaken, dispose of the body." Sesshomaru ordered, stepping over it as casually as a rotten log.
"Aye m'lord!" the little kappa replied. He looked around for a moment then decided the easiest way to achieve his goal was to dump the body in the river and let it carry the corpse down stream. He began pulling on one of the halves, inching to toward the water slowly.
Sesshomaru knelt in front of the unconscious woman and looked at her, she certainly was strange looking. Her eyes had been wide and blue, rounder than normal. And her hair was much shorter than most women wore it, gold in color instead of brown or black. But her ears were small and round, not pointed like most youkai in human form.
He picked up on of her hands and wiped the blood from her wrist. The intertwining stripes turned out to be red and gold snakes twisted together encircling her right wrist. The left wrist proved to have red and gold feathers. These were not youkai markings. He rubbed them firmly with his thumb, they did not smear, though wet with blood.
He couldn't make out her scent with all the incense, herbs, and now blood filling the air. His nose worked furiously as he stared at her. There were at least three, maybe four kinds of incense. Many herbs some familiar, others strange. Blood, of course. A strong scent of roses. And something that was familiar and strange at the same time.
Why did he pick up a hint of smog from this woman? It was a scent that had once clung to his sister-in-law whenever she returned from her own time. Though he rarely spoke to Kagome or his brother when he visited the village he had picked up that she was from five hundred years in the future. Smog was a problem in her time, he'd learned, but it didn't exist yet. So why did this strange woman smell like it?
And Inuyasha's miko had once dressed quite immodestly, but this woman was not dressed at all. He looked around but could see no garments for her. Had the man perhaps ripped them from her body and flung them in the river? Had she been preparing to bath in another spot and been chased? No, there was wood for a fire near where her dagger had lain.
Her yelling had been incomprehensible. Foreign sounding. He doubted very much whether she could answer his questions or not. But maybe Kagome could. He needed to visit Rin anyway. He'd take her to them, get what answers he could, then leave her there. She'd be safe enough there.
Standing Sesshomaru saw Jaken struggling to drag the second half of the dead man to the river. He decided to help him, he kicked the corpse the rest of the way, Jaken and all. Once Jaken managed to clamor back onto the river bank Sesshomaru turned, ordering as he walked away "Make camp here. See that the woman stays safe until I return."