In his study, Sesshomaru is laying on a lawn chair, wearing comfortable Summer clothing. Dark shades on his eyes. A tropical drink at his side. He sits up, somewhat startled. "Ah," he says, his shades still on, "Good. You've come back for more. What a naughty, guilty pleasure-seeker you are." He lays back down. "As you remember from our last meeting, Miroku and Sango had just come across the mansion. They had already fell victim to Bankotsu and Kikyo's evil dance number." He sits up quickly, his drink spilling all over the floor, but he does not notice. "Then," he says solemnly, "they were introduced to the scientist himself. A Doctor Jakotsu." He glances over at his spilled drink on the floor and grimaces, but then regains his composure. He smiles. "A mad scientist."

The elevator doors opened slowly. Miroku, Sango, the guests, everybody looked on in antici...

...pation.

A man wearing a long purple fur coat was standing in the elevator. His long greenish black hair was held up in a ponytail by a blue hair ornament with butterflies painted on. His face was caked in mascara. His lips were sloshed evenly with red lipstick. "Hello, all," he said with a lustful smile. He stepped out of the elevator, but stopped when his eyes fell to the newly-wed couple that should not have been there. "Ah," he said, "And who have we here?" He walked over to them.

"Uh," Miroku said, confused, "We're here to use your telephone." He smiled, a little more comfortable now, "You see, our car broke down-"

Sango cut him off. "It didn't break down. We got flat tires."

"Right, right," her husband growled. "Flat tires. Anyways, we need to call for a tow truck or something. You understand."

"I certainly do," the man in the purple fur coat said with a seductive smile. "Oh, but where are my manners?" He extended his hand to Miroku, who took it. "I am Jakotsu." He turned to Sango, took her hand in his and kissed the back of it. "I will gladly lend you a call. But, please, allow yourselves to stay for my unveiling. I have been waiting ever so long for this occasion. And you know what they say: the more, the merrier." He clapped his hands once, and Bankotsu and Kikyo immediately found themselves at their master's side. "Our guests," he said, "are rather," he paused, looked them over, "overdressed."

Bankotsu walked over to Miroku. Kikyo over to Sango. Kagome watched with a large anxious grin plastered on her face. Bankotsu, to the protest of Miroku, began removing the new husband's clothing. Kikyo did the same to the new bride. Before they knew what had hit them, they had been stripped down to their underwear. Their faces were beet red.

"There," Jakotsu smiled. "That's better." He slid the purple fur coat off to reveal a tight leather dominatrix outfit. "Everybody," he called out, "up to the lab!" He slithered into the elevator. Bankotsu and Kikyo pushed Miroku and Sango into the lift, got in themselves, and closed the doors.

"Now," says Sesshomaru, "Nobody in the history of man had ever done such a thing as physically create a person. Some would therefore praise the mad doctor Jakotsu for his work. Yet, is it really such a thing for man to do? Play the role of God?" He is sitting in front of a crackling fire in his giant armchair, plucking the strings of his brown cedar ukulele. "Jakotsu had made the jump," he continues, "from mortal to deity." He stops, leans forward, and adds, "Or had he really?"

"Ladies and gentlemen," Jakotsu said, pride beaming from his face. He was now wearing an old army nurses dress over his leather outfit. He snapped his pink latex gloves onto his hands. The whole lot of them, the guests, the servants, and Miroku and Sango, were all standing in front of Jakotsu, audience style. Jakotsu himself was standing in front of a giant box. "I thank you all for your support," he smiled, "And I am truly touched that you are all here to witness this most grand of events." He motioned for Bankotsu, Kikyo and Kagome to come to his side. They did. "It has been many a pain-staking year in the making," he continued. "But now, I humbly present to you the fruit of my labours." He nodded to Kikyo, who took her post at a control panel on the left wall. He nodded to Kagome, who took her post at a control panel on the right wall. He nodded to Bankotsu, who took his post in front of the giant box that held the creation. Jakotsu, Miroku, Sango, everybody else, looked on with anxiety. Jakotsu pointed to Kikyo, who began to fiddle with the knobs on her panel. The lights dimmed, and strange laboratory-like sounds pinged and buzzed in their ears. Jakotsu pointed to Kagome, who began to fiddle with the knobs on her panel. The lights dimmed lower, almost pitch black, and even stranger laboratory-like sounds fragged and zuzzed in their ears. "My dear honored guests," he said, "I present to you..." The lid of the giant box blew open. A hand emerged from within and grabbed a hold of the rim. Jakotsu joined Bankotsu at the giant box. They helped the creature out of it. "My chef-d'oeuvre, Inuyasha Horror!"

Inuyasha stood there, bewildered. He scanned the room, from face to face, eye to eye, nose to nose, lips to lips. The audience gasped at the sight of him, and then went wild with cheer and applause. The sounds frightened the creature, but only slightly.

"Thank you, thank you," Jakotsu laughed with pride. "You are all too kind." He turned to his creation. "Inuyasha, darling, how do you feel?"

He looked at his creator. This is what he said:

Inuyasha: The heel of Achilles is spraining badly, ah jeez

And I've got a feeling someone's gonna be cutting the cheese

Oh, woe is me, my knife's in Missouri

Oh, can't you see that I'm at the start of a pretty big downer?

Sha-la-la-la there ain't no time

There ain't no time

Jakotsu stared blankly at his creation. "Uh," he scratched his head, "right." He grabbed Inuyasha by the arm. "Anyways, my sweet creature, in just seven days," he smiled, "I'm gonna make you a man."

"Why seven?" Kagome asked.

Jakotsu frowned at the girl. "Because that is the number of days that I have chosen."

"But," she argued, "it doesn't really make any sense. I mean, seven days. A week. That's kind of a long time, don't you think?"

"I like taking my time."

"But you shouldn't waste it."

"I'm not going to waste it!"

"Oh." Kagome was silent. Jakotsu smiled and nodded frantically in victory. But his victory was short lived, for there erupted a strange banging sound from one of the walls.

"What was that banging, I hear you ask," Sesshomaru says. "But I am afraid that you will have to-"

"Telephone, m'lord," Jaken says, barging into the study, holding a telephone. "It's the cable repair guy. He says he can't come in tomorrow until four o'clock."

"Fine, fine," his master says, waving him off. He turns back to the fireplace. The log was sparkling with orange and red flames. "Now, where was I?"

"You were saying something about a banging," Jaken answers. "But, m'lord, I didn't hear anything."

"Ah, yes," Sesshomaru says with a smile. "The banging. But, just what could it have been? Tune in next time to find out."

Jaken stares at his master. "Who are you talking to?" he demands. Sesshomaru just continues to watch the fire.