a/n: I took a more comical approach with this one... this story is going to have a tendacy to drift in and out of seriousness - just thought I should make that clear. :) Review please?

Disclamer: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA!

Chapter Two: Encounters with oddity pt. 1

We sat down in the rusty chairs by the tracks - Sango literately throwing daggers with her eyes, and Inuyasha looking irritated and huffy.

"What did I ever do to you?" The hanyou demanded, disgruntled, as he crossed his arms, and shot a glower at the slayer girl, who threw one straight back at him.

A battle with glares.

Talk about intense.

"What did you ever do to ME?" Sango snapped back at him, sounding hysterical, "You only killed off my whole family - by possessing my younger brother!"

"I ain't never heard of you before - and I don't give a fuck about your problems." He retorted roughly.

"Why you-"

I would've loved to take my part in the battle too - but then wasn't the time.

"Woah!" I said instead, of cussing my head off , and telling them to shut the fuck up - which by the way, I had never done - "Calm down! Already, ok?"

Inuyasha snorted, his pretty - I mean… manly! - eyes narrowing as he did. "You're one to speak Kikyo. " He spat, "YOU after all was the one who pushed me out a window, and caused me to be in the hospital for five days!"

Sango and I glanced at each other, than at the hanyou, than back at each other, and back at the hanyou and then- you get the point, hopefully?

"Kikyo?" Sango echoed sounding confused, while all I could muster was an: "Umm… who?"

"Kami, Kikyo! You can't even remember me? I always knew you were crazy." He muttered, looking and sounding infuriated.

"Listen! I'm Higurashi Kagome! Ka-go-me. NOT Kikyo." I respond, trying to sound calm. Of course though, it didn't work.

"Shut up, Kikyo, I'm not going to take any of this bull-"

He stopped and stared at me, in confusion.

"You're… not her."

"Isn't that what I just told you?" I asked, concerned for his well being. His head's, that is.

He threw a glare at me, so I crossed my arms.

He could throw whatever he wanted at me. I wasn't scared. After all, I had a small Kitsune in my lap, that could easily be used as a shield. Then I could make my getaway.

I had it all planned.

He sniffed the air, causing Sango and I to draw back in disgust. Then his eyes narrowed. If they narrowed anymore, I swear, he would've looked like a Tatari Mokke.

I shivered at that thought, as his gaze roved over me, and he smirked.

"But Kikyo was a lot better looking than you are, bitch."

I wanted to tear those silver tresses right out of his head, but instead I remained calm.

I slapped him.

"My names, Kagome! Not, 'bitch'!" I growled at him, and he seemed amused.

"Whatever you say, wench."

Sango cleared her throat, as I raised my hand again.

"This is fun, and all,… but would you explain WHY you think he's innocent?"

I paused, and Inuyasha and I blinked at each other.

"Well… "

I fiddled with the charm bracelet around my wrist, and sighed.

"Well… ummm… I sensed it?" I asked hopefully.

Sango's eyes widened, and Inuyasha seemed to pull farther away from me in his seat.

"You're… a miko?" Sango inquired curiously, a light shining in her eyes.

"Err… umm.. I guess?"

"FEH. What's that supposed to mean?" The hanyou scoffed, as he relaxed a bit.

Sango glanced at me, then at him, then at me.

"So he didn't kill my family?" She questioned, trustingly.

"I…"

I glanced at the hanyou. Those long silver strands of hair, those wary golden eyes. There was something about his eyes that made me want to comfort him.

Though I had a feeling he would kill me for trying.

There was no doubt in my mind, in my heart, in my spiritual power - that this boy, was evil. I sensed no jyaki coming off him… just youki.

I didn't sense anything bad about him.

"I don't think he did." I replied seriously, and Sango let out a breath, a dark look clouding her eyes, as she rested her head in her hands.

"Like I said." Inuyasha chortled, earning groans, and glares from both of us.

Shippo finally gave a little cough and spoke.

"Just thought you should all know - the train's here."

Sango and I jumped to our feet in a frenzied panic, as we gathered our bags together, in a hurry.

"See ya in a week, Shippo." Inuyasha sighed, throwing a bag at the younger youkai.

Shippo gave a startled shriek as it came flying at him, and Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

"Well…" his golden eyes narrowed, again reminding me of one of the soul guiding demons.

Scarrrry…

"Ja, bitch, Taijiya."

"That's Taijiya- san to you." Sango sniffed, trying to look disdainful.

"Whatever."

Without another glance back at the metallic colored hanyou, Sango, Shippo and I boarded the train.

"How much longggerrr?" the orange haired Kitsune whined, as he slumped down in his seat.

I glanced at him, in the seat beside him , and reached my hand towards him, and handed him some money.

"Why don't you go buy us all something to eat down at the dining car?" I inquired, giving him a smile.

His face lit up like a light bulb, and he skipped off down the aisle.

"Good thinking." Sango sighed as she rested her head on her arms, on the table that separated us.

The young youkai's rambling and ranting had run it's course, and taken it's toll on us. He talked and talked - about his deceased father, his kitsune cousins, that depended on him and his supposed 'heart scar', his caretakers, the Takahashi's, and how mean his more or less adopted brother, Inuyasha was, and all that sort of stuff. He talked about his best friend, who would be going to St. Hakushin's as well… an otter demon, if I had heard correctly.

It had been a little bit too much to take in.

A soft, lilting voice broke through our moment of relaxation.

"Is this seat open, Ladies?"

Sango and I wearily, raised our eyes to meet his , and both stared.

Wide, violet eyes blinked innocently back at us. Black hair, on the longer side was pulled up behind him in a more-or-less rat tail. He was gesturing at the seat next to Sango.

"I… umm… yeah." Sango hesitantly replied, as she glanced away from his searching gaze.

He seemed to be our age… he was carrying a couple of bags, which he stowed under the table, and a staff, that he kept clutched in his hands. On one arm, he had on arm length, purple, fingerless glove, and prayer beads. His fist was clenched tight, as he rested it on the table.

"Are… are you going to St. Hakushin's, too?" I questioned, cautiously.

There was something… off, about him. He seemed too nice. Too good looking. He was human though. But… there was a slight demonic presence.

I thought at least.

"Why, yes!" The boy replied, with a charming smile, that made Sango blush.

Hah. Seemed like, strong, dependent Sango fell in love, just like that.

"I am Houshi, Miroku."

"Higurashi, Kagome." I replied with a small smile

I wasn't sure I trusted him.

"Taijiya, Sango."

"How wonderful to meet you two lovely ladies! May I tell you how beautiful you two look today?"

Sango and I were rendered speechless then… up until -

"HENTAI!" Sango cried out, cringing away from the boy, as she slapped him wildly, as she backed herself up to the window, her hands roving around in search for her Hiraikotsu.

"Sango-chan, you see, I'm cursed-"

"With lechery?" She demanded, as she pushed him away, angrily.

I glanced at them curiously.

"He was rubbing my ass!" She growled, as she scowled at the boy beside her.

"Let me explain! There's a curse that runs through my family, and -"

Sango pushed him again, causing him to topple off his seat, while she promptly left her's and came to sit beside me, with a fire raging in her eyes.

It was going to be a long train ride.