Here's chapter 18 for ya'll... this chapter is short but don't worry the next chapter is where the intense kicks in! I'm very excited to give it to ya'll next week.

I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA!

Chapter 18: Humans and Demons

"There's nothing we can do but just wait for the next train to come tomorrow morning!" Ms. Higarashi argues with her daughter for the third time today.

"But can we drive home or take the bus?" believes Kagome, having her hands on her hips. She had been coming up with a migraine from all the troubles and delays that've have been coursing throughout the day, and the medicine wasn't helping. Her eyes began to impair from all the vivid sunlight beaming at her.

"It'll take more time if we drive and the next bus doesn't get here until three in the morning. I don't want everyone to get up so early from what we've been going through today. I know that it has been a long day and I know that all of you guys desperately want to go back home," the adult jabbers while massaging her temple in making a sign that she was as exhausted as everyone else in the lobby room. Fixing to snap the sibling tangles her ten fingers through a web of her midnight hair and invents a crackling moan from her agonizing pricks of pain on the left side of her brain. A lady came back to the opposite side of the counter. She seemed like a woman in her late twenties as she gives them two bronze cards for access to their rooms, "here you go miss, rooms 226 and 227 on the second floor. They should both have two full beds in each room."

"Arigato," Mayu grabs the cards kindly and with her daughter by her side they walk to a row of benches. Settling there were the rest of the gang. Sango had fallen asleep on the monk's shoulder and with a smile on Miroku's face he wipes the bangs behind her ear as she shifts her head on him adorably. Inuyasha, across from the couple, is now once again in his half-demon form and shadows his features with Souta's cap on him. Souta joins Sango in slumber too, resting on the stubborn hanyou's lab but the male didn't mind. Shippo on the other hand is learning to stay on guard; watching over the pack as it is one of the many techniques of becoming a grown, full fledge demon. He would one day be the alpha male and have a family to protect in the future.

"She's so peaceful when she's asleep," implies Miroku as he views out the window of the reception area and looks back down to his fiancé. Painted in many soft colors of the evening sun Sango's skin glows. Her hair reveals its silky light brown from its dark tint as her lashes touch her cheeks.

"Oh god, don't you dare get all lovey dovey with me now monk!" fears Inuyasha, arms bending backwards and laying on the outline of the bench. He drops his pupils southward to the eleven year old as the young fellow faintly positions his head into a comfortable spot on the dog boy's black, silky gym pants.

"I can't help it. She's so- I can't describe it! Hey, wait a minute…where's that silver thingy that flashes? The one that Mayu always uses now a days."

"You mean a camera?" Inuyasha notes in digging his clawed hand into Mayu's purse and brings out what the man exactly portrayed, a camera. The inu hanyou nods his head to his companion to get his attention for what he was about to do as he throws the device to the male. Successfully catching it with no sweat Miroku turns the camera to Sango's sleeping form. Within less than a minute he sees her form fit, near to perfection, in the square screen. It shows her wearing a purple violet, short sleeved hoodie that ends on her mid section, a bleach tank top under it to blanket her tummy and her bra, jean shorts that were quite too diminutive for her area of comfort but wore them anyway from Miroku's perverted pleasing, and silver bangles on her wrists.

"Let me see!" squeals Shippo as he got disturbed from the previous actions. The puff ball pounces his light form on Miroku's shoulder. Inspecting the specific picture both human and demon curve up their lips.

"Nice picture!" the monk and the fox demon jump at the surprising new voice among them. Shippo's tail sprang out the same way his neck hair did when it stood up. Meanwhile, Miroku's teeth grind simultaneously. She sits next to them just suddenly, the petite and innocent Mayu.

Acts took place and time went on in bliss as the priestess trips to Inuyasha. Her behind landing on the bench, that forces her polyester skirt to roll up her creamy thighs, she straightens her blouse. She lets herself go as she slouches on the bench and bangs her head on the hard surface unintentionally. She massages the back of her cranium, "Ouch, that just made the headache a whole lot better," she speaks sarcastically.

"Then pay more attention to where you place your head, wench," the man revolves his head to her. This wasn't the first time he called her a wench though. Inuyasha views the spot where her head bumped on the furniture to see if it wasn't swelling. Well the scent of blood didn't reach his nose so he knew she would live. That's when he then notices her feisty expression stabing him like an Adamant Barrage from what he called her.

The silver haired boy of hers just shrugs at her appearance. Trying to keep it cool, though deep down he was scared to death. He didn't want to deal with her wrath again for the millionth time. Since the time he got the oh-so-splendid rosary on his collarbone.

"Alright everyone lets head up to our rooms and get some rest," assists the lady with the cards as she flashes them in front of the gang. Now on her two legs Mayu promotes the younger generations to get their butts up. The monk stuffs the camera back to where it belongs and nonchalantly nudges his fiancé to awaken and with a whisper in her ear. The slayer gripes in forcing her eyes to open and glare at him in annoyance. He brightens her mood with a quick kiss.

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