"What do you mean you're not gonna bury him!?" An angry man shouted. The other man sighed.

"Look Yoshi, I told you, the funerals off," Sora, the funeral director of the town told him. The two men were standing in the middle of a small town. A black stage coach was positioned behind Sora. Inside the coach was a coffin.

"Why?" Yoshi asked, "Is it the money? Is it not enough?" Sora shook his head.

"No it's not the money, not at all, why for ten thousand yen I'd bury someone who was still alive…but…" He grabbed Yoshi's hand and slapped the money back into it, "the funerals off," Yoshi looked at the money in his hand.

"Well how do like that?" He mumbled, "I want him buried, you want him buried, and if he could sit up and talk he'd second the motion. Now that's about as unanimous as you can get,"

"Look Yoshi, You're a decent person, it's kind of you to be paying for this persons funeral. But there won't be one," Sora said. By now the episode had begun to draw a crowd. About a dozen people had stopped to listen to the argument.

"Look," Yoshi said, "I'm a traveling salesmen, I make a decent living. Now this guy drops dead right in front of me. For two hours people kept stepping over him. I just want to do the decent thing,"

"I know you are, but…" Sora looked around, "It's the townspeople. Some of them don't think it's…proper for him to be buried," Yoshi's jaw dropped.

"Wha!? In Boothill!?" He exclaimed, pointing to a large hill about a quarter a mile away.

"There's nothing up there except cutthroats and thieves, it's not exactly a selective graveyard,"

"Except they where human," Sora said. Yoshi paused, "And Old Taichi…he was a half demon," Yoshi turned back to the man. He said nothing.

"A half demon?" Sora nodded. Yoshi sighed.

"So you're not gonna bury him because of that?" He asked.

"It's not about me," Sora told him, "I've always treated everyone the same, as a future customer…but some of the townspeople don't like it,"

"I don't' care if they don't like it! I want him buried!" Yoshi exclaimed. He slammed the money back into Sora's hand.

"And I told you no! The coach drivers quit, they don't want to get killed!" Sora shot back.

"Then find someone else!"

"There isn't anyone else.!" The two men glared at each other. Suddenly a new voice was heard.

"Aw hell," An irritated voice said, "If that's all that's holding things up around here then I'll do it," Sora and Yoshi turned to see who had spoken. A man, around seventeen pushed himself off the wall and headed for the stage coach. The man was quite a sight. He was had fiery orange hair and was wearing a black shihakusho. A huge cleaver like sword wrapped in cloth hung from his back.

With a grunt he pulled himself into the driver's seat of the stage coach. He took off his sword and set it next to him. His eyes widened slightly as someone else got into the shotgun seat. The second person wore a dark red Hakama and a matching Hitoe, an old looking sword was attached to his belt, he also had long silver hair. But what the first person found most interesting was the fact that he had dog ears on the top of his head.

"Gonna help?" the orange headed one asked. The second one grunted.

"Sure, I don't exactly have any love for my kind, but I guess it's the right thing to do, and besides, I might get a good fight out of it," The first one nodded.

"Name's Inuyasha," The silver haired one said.

"Ichigo Kurosaki," other answered.

"Now hold it!" Sora exclaimed at the two men in the coach, "Now I've paid a lot of money for this coach and horses, I don't want it damaged,"

"Don't worry," Ichigo said, "We won't break it…probably," Sora looked like he was going to say something else but someone else spoke up.

"I'll pay for the damages! I want to see this!" A townsperson exclaimed.

"Me too!" Another agreed. Sora looked bewildered. In the coach Ichigo grabbed the reigns.

"So," he said, "A half demon huh?" He said, looking at Inuyasha. Inuyasha nodded.

"Yeah, got a problem with that?" He asked. Ichigo smirked.

"Couldn't care less," He answered. Inuyasha nodded again. He then eyed Ichigo.

"You look like a Reaper," Inuyasha noticed. Ichigo nodded.

"Yeah," He said.

"Good, means you wont' be totally useless in a fight," Inuyasha smirked.

"I could say the same to you," Ichigo replied. He suddenly shook the reins and got the horses moving. The two said nothing as the horses trotted along the path, towards Boothill Cemetery. Ichigo smiled a bit when he noticed the crowd following a safe distance behind the coach.

"Cowards," Inuyasha mumbled. Ichigo smiled.

"Don't worry about them," Ichigo said, "worry about the ones who want to kill us," Inuyasha scowled and turned back to the road. They were almost at the hill now. Inuyasha took a look around.

"I don't see anyone," He said.

"I'm sure something will happen," Ichigo assured him. He smirked, he was looking forward to a good fight too. Inuyasha turned around. His eyes narrowed as he saw a kid, around fifteen trailing only about fifteen feet behind the coach.

"Behind us maybe?" Inuyasha asked. Ichigo looked over. The kid had blue eyes, short spiky yellow hair and wore black pants and an orange jacket. But when he smiled and waved he didn't seem like an enemy,

"Doesn't seem like trouble," Ichigo said to Inuyasha. He turned forward, "But that…" Inuyasha looked forward. They had almost reached the top of the hill. A group of five people were standing at the top, near the graveyards entrance.

"Looks like the welcoming party's here," Ichigo said, smirking. Inuyasha smirked too.

"Let's go say hi then," The stage coach reached the top of the hill. Ichigo slowed it to a stop. The men at the top didn't move. The one in front crossed his arms as he glared at the two. Ichigo grabbed his sword and put it on his back, Inuyasha rested a hand on the hilt of his. Some of the men looked a little worried when they found out they were dealing with a Reaper and a half demon, but they didn't move. Ichigo and Inuyasha dismounted and walked to in front of the horses. The man glared at them.

"Go back," He said, "We're not allowing no filthy half blood to be buried here, so turn around and leave,"

"And if we don't?" Ichigo asked. The man snarled.

"Then we kill you," He answered.

"Heh, yeah right," Inuyasha snorted. The man gritted his teeth.

"This is your last warning, go back now!" Ichigo and Inuyasha glanced at each other.

"No," They both answered. The man snarled and drew his sword, as did the others.

"Then die!" The other man rushed at the two. Two of them went for Inuyasha and the other two went for Ichigo.

The men roared as they reached Inuyasha.

"Die! Damn half demon!" They cried. They swung their swords downwards. Inuyasha smirked and drew his sword. Tessaiga exploded out of its sheath. The huge sword easily blocked the two blades. The two men looked on in astonishment. Inuyasha smirked.

"Ha! To easy!" He pushed the two away and raised his sword. Inuyasha swung the sword downward. The blade shattered the men's swords. The men cried out as they flew backward into some rocks, getting knocked unconscious as they hit.

The remaining two rushed at Ichigo. Ichigo didn't move. The two men drew their swords as they neared him and swung. There was a flash and Ichigo disappeared. The men's mouths dropped. They were now just holding hilts, their blades were gone. There was a clinking of metal behind them. They turned around. Ichigo was standing there. The men's broken blades at his feet. They stared at him.

"Wha…" They didn't' get any further because suddenly Ichigo was behind them. Smirking he slammed the back of his blade into the back of their heads. The men fell unconscious instantly. Ichigo smirked as he rested Zangestu on his shoulder. Inuyasha did the same. They turned toward the remaining man. Who was on his knees and watching the two with a face filled with fear.

"W-wait!" He stuttered, "D-don't hurt me! You're friend can be buried here! I don't have a problem with it! Just don't hurt me!" The man dashed between the two, running as if his life depended on it, which it might have. Ichigo smirked as he watched him run.

"Well that was easy," He said.

"Heh, too easy," Inuyasha commented, sheathing his sword. There was suddenly a chorus of cheering from the crowd that had been following them. Ichigo smirked and shook his head.

"Are you guys gonna bury this guy or what?" Ichigo asked. Sora and some other guys from the town rushed up. They unloaded the coffin and from the coach and carried it into the graveyard.

Ichigo ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the coach.

"Well, that killed some time," He said. Inuyasha smirked and nodded.

"So, where are you from?" Ichigo asked. Inuyasha shrugged.

"Don't know, never really thought it was important," He admitted, "You?"

"Karakura," He answered.

"That's pretty far," Ichigo nodded.

"Wow that was really something!" Yoshi exclaimed as he came up to the two of them.

"You know I won't forget that if I live to be hundred!" He said. Ichigo smiled softly and Inuyasha smirked.

"Hey, I know this can't mean much, but…" he handed Ichigo and Inuyasha some money.

"I just want to say thank you and,

"Yoshi, we're going!" A man said.

"Just a minute!" Yoshi called back. He turned to the two again "and anyway…"

"Yoshi!" the man called again. Yoshi shook his head.

"Well, bye," He said to the two. He walked away. Ichigo sighed again.

"So, what's a Reaper doing here?" Inuyasha asked. Ichigo smirked.

"Maybe I'll figure that out someday," He said, "What about you?"

"Same…" Inuyasha said. He looked up at the sky.

"Well, this has been fun, Later," He said to Ichigo. Ichigo nodded.

"See ya," Inuyasha raised his hand and began to walk down the hill. Ichigo waited for a minute before starting his journey back down the hill also. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't notice the three people from the crowd following him.

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Authors Note- Well there's chapter two. I challenge you to figure out who the kid following Ichigo and Inuyasha when they were going up the hill was.