Inutori: I'm baack! Did you miss me?
Sango: No
Inutori: Well that's just too bad. I don't own Inuyasha, but I do own this plot. Bug off and don't steal it, please?
Sango: If they bug off how will they read the story?
Inutori: Don't confuse me with logic…most people understand that I want them to read the story and not take the idea for themselves…don't they? Anyway, go ahead and read the chapter, it's 7 pages long.
Falling Stars
"Die, Inuyasha!" Kagome leaned to the side and punched the buttons on her controller frantically. The match was pretty even so far, but Kagome was sure she could win.
"Keh, ladies first." His chosen character cut at her own with his annoying sword, his cape flying gallantly.
Kagome sung him to sleep without getting thrown off the screen and then kicked him off of screen: putting her in the lead by four lives.
"Stop cheating!" Inuyasha stood up and glared down at her, throwing his controller across the room.
The Japanese Snake flinched with the sound of it hitting the wall. "I'm not cheating. That's a fair move!" Kagome paused the game and set her controller aside, standing up to meet his challenge.
"Yes you are, wench!" Inuyasha stormed out of the living room and into the kitchen, snatching a bag of potato chips and storming off to the bedroom.
Kagome rolled her eyes and slumped back down onto the couch, looking over at the computer.
Naraku.
What she had read was still blaring in her head. She had hoped playing a video game with Inuyasha would help her forget some of the gruesome details, but it was all still there.
He was planning on assassinating the president of the United States. Breaking out every convicted felon from prison. Blowing up a hospital or two. Nothing was out of the realms of what his plans included. Further down the line was probably world domination.
And then there was the drugs…and prostitution. This guy didn't leave out anything.
Kagome looked out the window where dusk was settling in. It was time to go out, probably. She stood up reluctantly and went to the bedroom door, pausing only momentarily to give a knock of warning to her kidnapper.
Sango tiredly sauntered off of the plane, the jet lag hitting her full force. They had to make a connection in Hawaii, the layover being several hours, and then they had to go through Seattle. There they had to hang around for another two hours for their flight to Los Angeles.
Miroku would die, she had determined. In the last day and a half he had asked forty-three girls to bear his child and groped one hundred thirty-nine others; herself not included. Not like she was counting or anything…
Said Japanese agent joined her and gave her butt a pinch, earning him a smack with all of the force her tired body could handle. Needless to say, he still stumbled backward from the blow.
"Sango-sama, did you not miss me?" Miroku wore a miserable pout, begging her with his eyes for some unknown response.
They had fortunately been sitting on opposite ends of the plane, allowing Sango an escape of at least a couple of hours from his overbearing presence. "No, I didn't." She trudged forward to leave the concourse and headed for baggage claim, counting the seconds of silence before Miroku spoke again.
"Ah, but Sango-sama, I missed you so very much. This trip has been more than I can bear. Let us only buy one hotel room-"
"No, Houshi-sama." Sango didn't let him finish his sentence and didn't even turn to look at him. He was the most perverted thing she had ever met. How did he even live through training? She wished he hadn't.
She heard a whine come from Miroku's throat, but chose to ignore it. A clock she passed read 12:21 A. They had arrived in the middle of the night, huh?
The two Japanese reached the baggage claim without further incidence, and were on their way after Sango retrieved her Hiraikotsu from the special luggage claim. It was around one in the morning when the two were finally able to catch a cab to the nearest hotel to catch a few Zs after two days of no sleeping.
Sango fell asleep on Miroku's shoulder before they even caught sight of a hotel, and didn't wake up for another twelve hours and found herself in a queen bed snuggled under the covers.
Inuyasha turned restlessly in the bed, the blankets knotting themselves around him tightly. He just couldn't sleep. Finally he lazily opened his eyes to the living world, only to be met by a pitch-black room lit solely by the red numbers of his alarm clock.
The apartment was quiet—too quiet. He sat up and looked around, noticing the lack of the extra body in the bed. Where was Kagome?
Untangling himself from the blankets laxly, Inuyasha stood up confusedly and looked around again. Something wasn't right. Where was Kagome?
He wasn't fully awake yet, but he knew that something was wrong. Inuyasha remembered her coming in last night and grabbing some clothes to change into. She then went to the bathroom, where she had taken a shower. After that she came back in and curled up on the bed.
Inuyasha remembered watching her sleeping form for a long time before he turned off the lights and joined her in sleep. But she wasn't here sleeping anymore.
He looked over at the clock, which said it was 1:09 in the morning. What was that wench doing up at this ungodly hour? Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Inuyasha set out to find Kagome.
Her scent led him to her computer, and then to the front door, where it stopped.
Waking up more fully, Inuyasha ran back to his room and threw on a pair of black sweatpants and a black sweater, pulling his silver locks back and braiding them quickly to get them out of his way. He grabbed his gun and badge to strap on his waist and bolted out the door.
The wind outside was quickly blowing away Kagome's distinctive smell and Inuyasha nearly panicked. His hanyou senses were only good for so much.
Relying on the lingering scents, Inuyasha charged forward through the darkness, hoping to catch a glimpse of his Kagome anywhere. He stopped. "My Kagome? Where did that thought come from?"
He brushed it off quickly and continued on his way, not wanting to worry about that sort of thing just yet. Her scent was fading quickly and he needed to hurry.
Cars, buildings, trees, and parks flew by in seconds as Inuyasha allowed his feet to carry him as fast as they possibly could. Inuyasha found himself being whisked out of the city and into the desert.
The lights of the city faded behind him until all that was left was this bare nothingness that surrounded the bustling city. Ahead he spotted a lone, dark figure speeding along on a motorcycle and throwing up a dust cloud behind them. He passed blindly through the dust cloud and matched pace with the cyclist, looking over at them to see whom it was.
Sure enough, it was his Kagome. She looked over at him, but he couldn't see her expression through her helmet.
With a jerk the motorcycle swerved and slipped across the ground, Kagome slamming on the brakes. She leapt off of the skidding bike and ignored the rest of its disastrous fall.
"What are you doing out here?" Kagome pulled off the helmet and stormed at Inuyasha with fury in her eyes. Her hair fell down around her face haphazardly and began blowing this way and that with the wind.
"Following you, wench. Where did you think you were going?" Inuyasha pointed at her bike, matching her fury. "You could have been killed on that thing!"
"I was doing fine until you showed up, now wasn't I?" Kagome glared at him, expressing a hate that words could not describe. That hurt him, but he wasn't sure why.
"Keh, what if Naraku's goons had caught up with you instead? What would you have done then?"
Kagome froze, not staring at him, but around him. "I think you're going to have to find that one out for yourself.
Inuyasha's ear twitched, hearing the hum of about twenty motorcycles coming straight toward them. "What are they doing out here?" He all but hissed at Kagome, realizing the danger they were in at the moment.
"That is their hideout, genius." Kagome pointed to a rocky hill not fifty feet away, eyes not showing the same fear that he was sure his were.
He had barely healed from his last encounter with Naraku. What was going to happen now?
Shippou cursed the person that had left him to this fate. Somehow it had leaked that Shippou had sold information on Naraku and Inuyasha. And now he was the prisoner of the infamous Sesshoumaru. How he hated his luck.
The room was drafty and cold, making Shippou wish he had been wearing his flannel pajamas instead of the flimsy ones he was presently in. No one had come into the room in over an hour, but the little fox demon was sure there was a reason for it.
With a yawn, Shippou leaned back against the hard wooden chair and closed his eyes. His sleep had been interrupted, after all, and he still needed at least six hours of sleep each night in order to still be able to function properly.
He heard some struggling outside just before the heavy metal door swung open to reveal three people; two of which had sacks over their heads and their hands tied behind their backs. The other one, a demon most likely, tossed the two people into the room and pulled the door shut behind him.
There was no way out of the room: it was the perfect dungeon. The door had no handle on the inside, but there were several bolts on the outer side for which to lock it. There were no removable vent covers for a possible escape: the only way to get fresh air was if someone opened the door. Fortunately someone just had, but now with three people in the room the oxygen in the room would be gone in only a few hours.
Shippou hated big people. They used too much bronze without enough brains, and wasted so much. Right now he was glaring at the two new captives because they each would consume three times the amount of oxygen as he would, thereby cutting down how long he had left to live before he suffocated.
The smaller of the two newcomers slid off the sack, revealing long black hair. Shippou looked closer and realized that the prisoner was female. He only had a back view, but she somehow looked and smelt familiar.
She turned his way, looking at him with piercing blue eyes contrasting her pale skin and the dark room. It was Kagome-chan! Shippou tried smiling brightly at her, attempting to tell her who he was. He couldn't talk because of the gag in his mouth that he hadn't managed to chew through yet.
Kagome found her way to her knees and then her feet, walking over to the lone chair where he sat bound from head to toe. "Shippou-chan?" She seemed confused as to why he was there. After arriving next to the chair and confirming that it was indeed Shippou in the chair, she looked around the room dazedly.
Shippou followed her gaze when it finally stopped, finding he was looking at the other prisoner who had just been tossed in beside her. From the sounds the other person was making, it was an unconscious male. The smell gave way to the fact that the guy was a hanyou: an inu hanyou.
The young fox demon did a double take as he watched Kagome rush past him, her arms free of the ropes that had held them together seconds before.
"Inuyasha!"
Kagome fell down at the hanyou's side, pulling off the dark sack and rolling him onto his back. Now that Shippou paid attention to it, he noticed that the guy's breathing wasn't coming easy and it was gradually slowing down. His name must have been Inuyasha, since that was what Kagome had called him; but wasn't that one of the guys that she wanted dirt on?
Shippou pulled himself out of his thoughts when he heard, or rather didn't hear, Inuyasha's breathing stop. Kagome let out an almost panicked cry and lifted his chin to open his breathing passage.
He had never learned resuscitation, but he was assuming that Kagome had, since she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
The fox demon watched as Kagome bent down and put her ear only centimeters away from this Inuyasha guy's mouth and looked at his unmoving chest. She then readjusted herself and plugged his nose, bringing her lips down to meet his.
At that Shippou looked away, utterly disgusted. Adults were nasty creatures; apparently even Kagome wasn't such an angel either. He would tell Kouga for sure about this one…if they lived through it.
"Come on, Inuyasha."
Shippou looked back, seeing Kagome put her lips to Inuyasha's then pull off to take a deep breath, then press back to the hanyou. He saw Inuyasha's chest rise and then fall each time she did this and suddenly Shippou realized that she wasn't making out with Inuyasha: she was forcing air into his lungs and making him breath. Well, that wasn't so bad, then.
In the middle of Kagome pushing air into the hanyou's lungs, the guy took a breath on his own, his lungs pushing up further than they had when Kagome was breathing for him. Kagome quickly pulled back and rolled Inuyasha onto his side, where he began to cough up some dark substance.
The smell of blood hit his nose and Shippou realized that Inuyasha was coughing it up.
After a few minutes the hacking stopped and Shippou watched as Kagome untied the silver-haired man and laid him on the floor on his back.
Kagome looked back at Shippou, and the little fox caught a glimpse of the girl's worry. She stood back up and came over to Shippou, revealing a knife, and cut the bindings that held his small form still. As soon as he was free, Shippou bounded out of the chair, happy to be able to move, and pulled off the gag.
"Kagome-chan!" Shippou bounced into Kagome's arms, giving her the biggest hug he could before continuing to bounce off of the walls with glee.
"Shippou-chan, what are you doing here?" Kagome followed his movements with her eyes, the confusion clearly etched onto her face.
Shippou shrugged, not wanting to burden her with the knowledge that it was because of his dealings with her that he was in this predicament. "I don't know, exactly."
Kagome seemed to be satisfied with that answer, and so went back to Inuyasha's side, where he was beginning to toss and turn on the cold cement floor. As soon as her knees touched the floor next to his head Inuyasha stilled and Kagome picked up his head to put in her lap.
"Shippou-chan, I'm really tired, I'm going to rest for a bit, okay?" Kagome looked up at Shippou, begging with her eyes for him to be quiet.
Shippou nodded his consent and understanding, figuring it would be better for them to sleep anyway since they wouldn't use up as much fresh air talking that way. He watched Kagome lay herself down so that she was curled over to use Inuyasha's stomach as a pillow while he used her lap for the same purpose.
With the both of them going to sleep, Shippou remembered that he too still needed some shut-eye. He jumped up and into the small gap between Kagome and Inuyasha and curled into Kagome's arms. She seemed to still be slightly conscious and smiled at him tiredly and closing her eyes again to let sleep catch up with her.
I
Do
Not
Sleep
Inutori: That wraps up that chapter!
Kagome: I did not do what I think you just made me do.
Inuyasha: It's no better for me than it is for you, wench.
Inutori: Stop kidding yourselves, you both enjoyed the kissing scene, and you know it.
Kagome & Inuyasha: …keh…
Inuyasha: That's my word!
Kagome: ::smiles:: Oops…
Inutori: Everybody review, please! I updated and fulfilled my part of the deal, now it's your turn to uphold your parts!
Sango: What deal?
Inutori: Don't confuse me with logic. ::to readers:: Ja ne, minna-san!
Now, for fun, a little random thingy-like-blooper-thing:
Shippou: ::grins at Kagome::is gagged::
Kagome: Shippou-chan? ::walks towards him::looks around::
Shippou: ::watches Kagome::
Kagome: ::speaks seductively:: Inuyasha. ::saunters over to Inuyasha::
Shippou: ::gawks::
Kagome: ::kneels down next to Inuyasha:: Come on, Inuyasha. ::runs finger down Inuyasha's cheek::
Shippou: ::grossed out::
Kagome: ::ignoring Shippou:: Come to Hell with me, Inuyasha.
Inutori: CUT! Kikyou, what are you doing on set? ::looks at film crew:: Who let her in here? Didn't I say she was done filming for the show?
Crew: ::disgruntled apologies heard::