K.L.K- WHOOT! fourth chapter. it's about three a.m here in drab, wintery Ohio, and there's a Level Three snow emergency going on right now, so school's been cancelled for three days straight, counting later today.

Sakura- wow.

K.L.K- I know, right? I'm updating alot on this right now. (sweatdrops) I'll try to finish this off soon, but the chapters will undoubtedly go into the double-digits, so don't worry.

Kagome- we aren't. (playing Zelda: Twillight Princess, and the controller flies out of her hand) Oops! watch out, Sa-!

("OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!")

Kagome-...-suke... (looks at Uchiha laying on the ground, unconcious) uh-oh. K.L.K...help...? we'd better get Sakura to heal him...

K.L.K- (pokes him with a stick and he groans) Nah, he'll be fine... now what did I tell you about playing on the Wii?

Kagome- (drones) Always use the Wrist strap on the controller, or someone will get hurt.

K.L.K- quite. (turns to readers) PLEASE use the wrist strap when you play on your Wii's, and don't hurt your arms! Stretch before you play. Wiinjuries are BAD, and they are REALLY, REALLY REAL, so be cautious!

Sesshoumaru- the Kitsune is right. and could we get on with this fanfiction work?

K.L.K- TT-TT fine. I don't own ANYTHING, alright? now on with the fic.

Kagome yawned as she wandered out of her room, in her shinobi clothing with her gear in place. only her hair was down and still mussed from sleep, her eyes were barely kept open, and her Hitiate was in her pocket for the moment, as she didn't want to put it on. she walked into the kitchen, where the others were already up by no doubt, and she opened the door and entered, dragging her shinobi-sandaled feet on the wooden floor as she went over to the table, and sat down like asack of potatoes had just been flopped there.

Miroku placed a steaming mug of brown substance in front of her, and she took a few sips before her muscles relaxed. "Ahh, Coffee." she murmered under her breath, and she gave a satisfied smile. "Arigatou, Miroku." she nodded, and looked at the others sitting at the table.

"so, Miko, should we ask the questions, or will you tell us?" the silver eyebrow rose, and she sighed.

"ask away." she waved it off with one hand, and continued to sip her beverage.

"Do shinobi have techniques, Miko?" Sesshoumaru asked, cutting right to the choice.

she nodded. "Hai. they're called Jutsu. they use chakra with a combination of handsigns. there is genjutsu, taijutsu, and ninjutsu. Ninjutsu are regular battle attacks, and such. Genjutsu is illusionary techniques, and need a good control of the chakra, otherwise it will backfire badly on the user. Taijutsu is purely physical strength, but it has been enforced with chakra-induced strength, as in Sakura and Tsunade-chan's case. there are also special jutsus. such as doujutsu; a eye technique that is only found in a kekki genkai, or bloodlimit that is passed down through families or clans."

they all nodded.

she scratched her head, and then she smiled. "oh yeah!" she took two well-known ninja weapons from her pouch and holster. "alright, this is a kunai," she flicked the knife and then caught it, and put it down on the table, and then held up the other one. "this is a shuriken; a ninja throwing star." she held it between her middle and index finger, as it glittered in the light, then she put it back into her pouch.

"So... you're one of these 'shinobi', and are from this village?" Miroku asked.

"hai." she nodded.

he sighed. "this is so confusing..." he closed his eyes, and they flew open in surprise. "The Kazaana... it isn't pulling and tearing anymore..."

the brown eyes flashed, and she grabbed his right hand and unwrapped the gauntlet, and then stared at his hand and smiled. "well, looks like you have a bloodlimit, Miroku."

his eyes widened, the inky purple orbs flashed. "what!?"

she shrugged. "it seems that when you crossed to this world, the Kazaana would no longer be a curse. instead, it transformed into a Kekkei Genkai. this looks like all you have to do is smear a bit of blood onto the mark, and make the handsign for tiger, and it will automatically open, and you can control it with a thought. interesting." she prodded it a few more times. "you might want to get a glove to wear over it instead of the gauntlet. Ninja's hands are more targeted for obvious reasons. and you might be able to use your Ryuukei for chakra, or maybe it's the same thing..." she trailed off.

Shippou looked at his feet. "hey, Kaasan? why're my feet normal?" he asked, and she looked.

"interesting. it seems that you guys are undergoing changes to suit this world. it's a good thing, too, because you guys have too much of a presence to be civillian. you'd automatically be targeted by enemy nin in an attack." she looked at Shippou, and grinned. "it looks like your tail, hair, and eyes aren't going away, Shippou. you'll probably age like a regular human and have the same lifespan, but also still have your demonic blood." she smiled.

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed. "how do you know these things, Miko?"

she sighed. her old Tachi hadn't gotten around to telling him. "because, In the other world, I was a half-demon. in this world, I'm exactly how I used to be." she grinned, then her two fox ears popped from her midnight-blue hair, matching it, and they twitched once before they settled.

K.L.K- well, I couldn't let Miroku's curse follow him, right? Shippou's looking more like a regular kid now, he'll be around five or six... Sesshoumaru's looking roughly the same.

Kagome- O.O

K.L.K- well, sorry for the cliffie! I gotta go.