AN: I own neither Inuyasha nor Tarzan.

Pairing unknown. Please enjoy.

Hands formed into claws and dug themselves deep into the rough but mossy surface beneath them, as the body they belonged to heaved up and onto the surface.

With a somewhat wet splat, Kagome let herself plop into the only stable space, not really liking how high in the tree she was, but she was far too exhausted to go anywhere else. What she could appreciate was that the branch itself was wide, enough room to fit three people side by side, and even better was that there was a sort of niche in the middle. So there was no fear of her rolling over and plummeting to her death.

Something Inuyasha was sure to say only she could accomplish.

With a final deep breath, a short wriggle to make herself more comfortable, she let sleep claim her. And to think, all she and the others had wanted was a nice day at the beach to try and relax and cool down from the summer heat.

Letting out a groan, she swatted at the hand the kept poking at her. She was far to tired and sore to be woken up simply so Inuyasha could get his damn Ramen. Besides, if he wanted it badly enough, he could make it himself, it wasn't all that hard. Boil water, pour water into cups, let them sit for five minute and voila! Instant Ramen.

When the hand returned, but in a different place, she was sure it was no longer Inuyasha, cause he would have resorted to shoving her. This was more like Shippo or Miroku. When rough fingers began plucking at her sarong, she rolled over to slap the damn monk.

But when her eyes landed on a far more angular face that was far too tanned with hair that was brown and not black and also in dreadlocks, did she pause short of swinging her hand. Curious green eyes flew to her face as the persona above her moved in a little closer.

With a startled cry, she rolled over to get away from the stranger, her arms clung to the branch as if remembering what her brain didn't. That she was on a branch in a tree, and very high up branch at that.

Her legs swung up and under the branch, causing her grip on the branch to slip somewhat. With a whimper, she moved to grab what looked like a vine, only to be missing it by a hair's breath. Looking down beneath her, the next branch was a little to much of a drop for her tastes, so she continued for the vine.

She paused when a strong arm wrapped around her shoulders. Looking up, she was a little unsettled by how close the man's face was, she let go of the branch and whipped so that her arms wrapped around his neck. Slowly, he pulled her back up and placed her back on the branch and when he finally released her, she scuttled back and away from the man until her back was tightly pressed against the trunk of the tree.

Seeing as she had no where else to go, her eyes flew about wildly taking in the world around her. It was then, she quickly realized, that she wasn't in Japan anymore. The colors of nature around her were far to vibrant, the forest far too dense, the trees far too high and the calls of animals were nothing like those native to Japan.

Her moment of taking stock of her surroundings came to an abrupt halt when she felt a warmth press to her chest between her breasts. Looking down, she saw only the top of the man's head, as he seemingly listened to her heart beat. Which was most likely going as fast if not faster than the Shinkansen at the moment. So she held still, clutching at the trunk behind her, as he continued to listen for whatever reason.

After a few harrowing moments, the man finally moved his head to look up at her, a bright smile on his face. Why he was smiling, she had no idea, but she let out a breath when he sat back up, which meant moving away from her. Though she froze when he raised his hands to place them on either side of her face and pull her forward towards him gently. When he turned her head to the side lightly, he then pressed her head to his own chest, just above where his heart lay beneath.

She furrowed her brows at the steady, if not somewhat elevated beating of his heart seemed to ring louder in her ears than the world around them. For some reason, this all had a sort of alarming familiarity to it. But she couldn't quite place how it seemed familiar to her.

Pulling back, though he seemed reluctant to allow her to leave, Kagome moved so she was once again pressed against the trunk behind her. She blushed lightly when she realized just how little the man before her was wearing, if a loincloth could really be counted as clothing. Though she was thankful he was covered. He was tanned, darkly so, and his body showed old faint signs of scars. Claw marks, long gashes, even a few that looked like he had been bitten. He was ripped, all hard muscle, but not in an overly buff way, he was more built like a surfer or swimmer. A more broader chest that slimmed down to narrow hips and then lower to powerful thighs and calfs...

Shooting her eyes back up to his face, she thought it best to take his facial features in. It was angular, almost sharply so. His was was also longer than those of Asian descent. Powerful jaw lines, leading to a pointed chin. Thin masculine lips sat below a strong and straight nose. Intense green eyes set below slightly brooding brows. Though at the moment, he wore a more excited and curious expression.

Then again, she herself was wearing a bikini, but her blue sarong covered up her lower half. She was upset that she ended up losing her top in whatever brought her... here. And her footwear. So she did what came natural to her, she started to grumble under her breath while looking for a way out of the tree, that didn't involve falling while also trying to keep her eyes on the man's face.

"Stuck in a tree with a man in a loincloth. Just another thing to add to my list of weird things that only happens to me. At least he hasn't done anything, unlike Miroku. Why this happens to me, is something I'd like to know, and hopefully soon. At least the others can't see me now. Especially Eri, Yuka and Ayumi. Now to get down..."

"Now... to... get... down."

Her head snapped up and she blinked owlishly towards the man. Had she heard correctly? In all the time since he appeared, and while she was awake, he hadn't spoken a single word. So, she was going to go out on a limb, and hopefully she'd get an answer, if not... communication would be difficult.

"Can, can you talk?" she licked her lower lip as she looked up at him hopefully. When all she got was a sort of soft grunt and him cocking his head to the side lightly, did she close her eyes and allow her head to fall backwards against the three trunk. That was pretty much a no in her book.

"Tarzan."

Opening her eyes up and looking at the strange man, her brows furrowed slightly when he shuffled closer towards her. It was then that she noticed how he sat more hunched over and tucked in on herself, but his voice caused her to pay attention to his face.

"Tar...zan." he had brought up both his hands and placed them on his chest when he repeated himself.

Furrowing his brows, she realized that he was telling her his name. And once again, she was struck by that familiar feeling that she should -know- what was going on, like she had done this before or seen it somewhere.

Licking her lower lip again, she was debating whether it would be such a good idea to tell him her own name. But when he continued to look expectantly and excitedly towards her, very much like Shippo when he knew she had candy on her, she let out a sigh and decided to go with the flow at the moment.

"Ka-go-me." she raised a hand and placed it on her own chest as she slowly spoke her own name.

She couldn't help the small smile when he slowly repeated her, looking like he was tasting something new and foreign that actually saying her name. If she were honest with herself, she could say it was actually rather adorable. She nodded her head when he said it again, more sure of himself.

"Kagome." when he placed a hand where she had when saying her name. All she could do was humm with a small smile in place when he finally understood that he was saying her name correctly. Once again, reminding her of Shippo with his childlike innocence.

Though her eyes began to widen when he started to crowd in on her, forcing her to push herself tighter against the tree once again. Out of options, she clenched her eyes shut and tucked her chin to her chest. She waited a few moments for whatever was to happen. Only, they snapped open when she swore she heard a faint shout of her name.

Her head snapped sharply to her left and she strained her ears, hoping beyond hope that she was hearing someone she knew shouting her name and not hearing things. Or Tarzan just whispering her name for whatever reason.

But seeing as he was also paying attention to something in the same direction, perhaps she wasn't hearing things. Another stressful moments later, she heard the faint echoing of her name being shouted, and she had to hold her self back from shouting 'here' in return. So she did the next best thing. She scrambled out of that tree like a pro.

Childhood years of climbing the Goshinboku, and ever other tree since she started the Shikon quest made climbing out of her current perch a piece of cake. And as soon as she touched down on Terra firma, she shot off towards the origin of the shout. Picking up her blue sarong to allow better and more leg freedom, and was practically flying towards the source of the shouting.

Tarzan was hot on her heals, though from above. If the situation were any different, she would have been amazed at the feat, but her smile was growing the closer she got to the source. Skidding to a stop at the edge of a cliff that over looked a rather beautiful lake. To one side, a wide water fall fanned out, creating a curtain of falling water then a clear lake spread out from where the waterfall hit the lake. In the middle of the lake was a small rock that broke the surface, and on it was Sango.

"Sango!"

The woman paused in her shout and whipped her head in Kagome's direction. Her frantic look melted instantly it landed on the younger woman and replaced with relief. It was how Sango was cradling her right arm as well as soothing her right ankle that worried Kagome more than the fact that she was sitting on a rock in the middle of the lake.

"Kagome! Thank the Kami!"

"Hang on... I'm going to come to you." Kagome shouted as she inched closer to the cliff's edge and tried to find a spot where she could climb down, or where the land met with the lake itself, anything. But there was nothing, and the closest lake shore was actually behind Sango herself, and she didn't want to risk getting lost trying to get down to it.

Taking stock of how high the cliff actually was, as well as for any rock formations below her, she nibbled on her lower lip when an idea came to mind. It wouldn't be all that much higher than what she had dived from because of school, or her time spent in the past. In fact it would be the shortest dive, and most likely the safest.

"Kagome? Who... who is that... man behind you?"

Looking up towards Sango at the question, Kagome turned around to see that Tarzan was standing behind her, a little to close for comfort, and was taking Sango in from over her shoulder. Realizing that she was taking him in, he turned down to look at her instead and tilted his head slightly. It was then that she realized that he was tall, much taller than she had thought. It must have been how he had been crouching and hunched in on himself back at the tree.

"I'll explain him later. In the mean time, hang on."

She chuckled as she retreated when she heard Sango grumbling on she had no where else to go. Kagome made sure that the knot of her sarong was tied tightly, as well as the straps of her twisted bandeau bikini top. No need to lose either of those while she took the dive. She flashed a smile in Tarzan's direction when he looked at her questioningly before taking a running start and dove off the cliff.

She heard Sango's brief cry before she hit the water, and to be honest, it was a welcome relief from the heavy stickiness of the jungle heat. Kicking her legs, she momentarily took in the bright underwater world of the lake she was swimming in, the fish that darted and swam. But she was more worried about Sango, so she swam towards the rock that her best friend was sitting on.

As soon as she breached the surface, she was already getting an ear full, but she couldn't help but smile as she heaved herself up onto the rock to sit next to one she considered a sister.

"Relax Sango, I've jumped from higher heights before. Now turn around and let me see your right arm."

She had seen how it was hanging as soon as she had pulled herself out of the water, and not that she had a closer look, she could tell it had been dislocated.

"Brace yourself, this is going to hurt." she allowed for Sango to have a brief few seconds to steel herself for what was to come.

Counting to three internally, she forced the joint back into place and Sango allowed a short shout of pain to echo around them. Kagome began to sooth the sore muscles slowly that surrounded her shoulder, pushing just the slightest amount of spiritual energy to help along with the healing as well as numbing the pain just the slightest amount.

"How long have you been here?"

"All night. It took me everything I had just to get on this damn rock."

"I can only imagine. Now, what's wrong with your leg?"

Sango twisted and Kagome was back in the water to better examine her friend's ankle. There was only so much room on the rock. As Sango was about to explain what was wrong, she let out a startled squeak and shifted away from the water.

Looking up, Kagome was confused with the violent blush that had taken over Sango's face completely. Following her gaze to where she was looking, Kagome could only blink when she saw Tarzan swimming beside her and was examining Sango's kimono with vivid interest.

"New friend of yours?"

Kagome sighed when she could hear the tell tale signs of Sango's anger as Tarzan began to touch the actual material of the kimono. Her words had come out slightly hissed, meaning she was gritting her teeth, and from the shaking that Kagome could see, restraining herself from lashing out.

"Err, yes. He's merely curious, try not to hurt him. He's nothing like Miroku." at least she hoped he wasn't, but she wasn't about to say that out loud. "Now, your leg."

Sango kept a wary eye on Tarzan, while slowly easing her leg towards Kagome. She hissed lightly and tried to yank her leg back as soon as Kagome had taken hold of her foot and probed at her ankle.

"Well, I can tell you this, you sprained your ankle."

"Are you sure? What if it's broken?" the worry was clear in her voice, meaning her attention was solely on Kagome and no longer worried about Tarzan and seemed to have stopped his examination of Sango's kimono and was now focused on what she herself was doing.

"Well, there's no bone protrusions, I took a deeper look and there's also no fracturing either. Did you get this last night?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, then from the lack of swelling and discoloration, this means it's a minor sprain. Move forward a bit so that your ankle is in the water. If you also have something I can bind your ankle with, I can wrap it for you."

She took the long strip of fabric that Sango offered her, from where it came she didn't know, but that woman was bound to carry something or other tucked away in her sleeves. Resting her feet on the ledge and began the process of wrapping Sango's injured ankle as well as push a bit of spiritual energy to also help the healing process as well.

"Did you see any of the others at all?" Sango asked, watching how the man was watching Kagome with vivid interest.

"No, you're the first. I hope they're alright."

"I'm sure they are. And I'm sure we'll see them all soon enough." Although she had tried to reassure the young miko of her worries, Sango herself couldn't help but worry slightly as well. They sat in silence as they let their minds wonder. Though the silence was soon broken when Kagome made a quiet yet startled noise, drawing Sango's attention towards her dearest friend.

The man hand moved to examine one of Kagome's hands. Flipping it over for a look at her palm, gently forcing the fingers to move from curling to splaying them before pushing one of his own hands flush against it.

Sango's brow furrowed slightly at his awed expression, like the man had learned something that was life altering by the simply action. But looking towards Kagome, she seemed almost saddened by his actions, so it was obvious she understood something about this man. He weaved their fingers together, allowing their hands to fall back under the water. In all honesty, it seemed to Sango that Kagome had yet managed to gain the attention of another male suitor.

"You still haven't explained him."

"Ah! Oh... umm." Kagome coughed lightly, as she turned her attention back to Sango. A violent blush over took her face as Tarzan once again began inspecting her. It was started off with her hair and ears, eliciting a giggle from her.

"H-he lives in the jungle I s'ppose. And if how he's acting around us, I'd say we're the first people he's ever seen in his life." she inched away from his seeking fingers.

"The first people... how is that even possible?!"

"I'm not sure..." she trailed off, wondering the same herself.

"Ah! Lady Sango, Lady Kagome. If I haven't seen a more tempting sight in my life!"

Both women's face's became deadpan in an instant as Miroku's voice echoed over the lake towards them. They both turned towards where he was standing. He had taken off his outer robes exposing his chest, to which Sango immediately broke out into a blush. Kagome moved a bit, which in tun exposed Tarzan to Miroku's gaze, but she was more interested in something else that could help Sango back to shore.

"And who is you're new friend, Lady Kagome?"

Rolling her eyes at the suggestive tone, and his brow waggle, she shook her head to fight back the comment that wanted to be said.

"Never mind that, I'll explain later. Do you see a large branch or piece of wood near you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Sango's hurt and can't swim back to shore."

That was all the prompting Miroku needed in searching for what was needed. Kagome smirked, while he would never allow a lady hurt to be unattended, he would jump into action as soon as he knew Sango was injured in any way shape or form. Soon enough, he tossed a sturdy sized branch that would help Sango get back to solid land.

"I can get there just fine."

"You just got your shoulder popped back into place and have a sprained ankle. Let's not over work either of them. Otherwise, it'll take longer to heal."

When the branch was finally within reach, she helped Sango into the water. It took much maneuvering, pausing to try and figure out how to keep her weight on either her injured leg or strained arm. When it became apparent what they were doing, Tarzan himself helped Sango even.

Kagome laughed at her friend's bright red face. Even after everything they had been through, that was still the most skin Sango had ever seen on a male, and to have said male touch her. She was surprised her friend hadn't fainted. Sango was finally supported by the branch, Kagome threw herself on the last bit of free space and started to swim them both to shore. Sango grumbled under her breath that she really could do it all on her own, as well as naked men always seemingly following them around.

Kagome glanced towards said 'naked man', who was swimming next to her at a leisurely pace to stay next to them. Looking forward once again, she noticed how Miroku was now standing in the water, his outer robes placed on a rock to keep dry, and was waiting for them.

"It's good to see that both of you are safe." Miroku spoke with a smile as he waded into deeper waters to help Sango to her feet and get her to dry land.

"Well, more or less." Kagome muttered as she abandoned the branch and also left the lake behind her friends. Her hands rose up to ring out the excess water before doing the same to her sarong. She crouched down where Miroku had safely deposited Sango so he could retrieve his outer robes.

"How are you feeling?"

"Other than the pain in my ankle? Confused, hungry and tired. I'm also worried about the others." Sango allowed herself to lay out fully on her back, letting out a happy sigh and wriggled slightly to get more comfortable.

"Mmm, I know the feeling." Kagome moved to sit next to Sango and leaned back on her hands. She watched Miroku move to Sango's other side before her gaze swept over the scene before her. At this perspective, the lake and waterfall were that much more beautiful. It only she had her camera.

"Miroku?"

"Yes, Lady Kagome?"

"Have you seen, heard or sensed the others?" her eyes moved to catch some movement, seeing it was Tarzan as he slowly made his way towards Miroku. Miroku in turn raised a brow at him and was leaning out of the man's reach just slightly.

"I'm afraid not, Lady Kagome. Now, about your new friend here?"

"Hmm, I have reason to believe he's lived here all his life. And before you ask, I think we're the first people he's met. His name is Tarzan."

Tarzan himself looked in her direction, obviously at the sound of his name. He let go of Miroku's ear, seemingly done his inspection of the small golden loop threaded through it and made his way towards her. Why she didn't know.

The others followed his movements, as he made his way towards Kagome. It was easy to see, despite them all being his first encounters with people, he had taken a liking to Kagome. Then again, it wasn't surprising, she had a way of drawing other's attention towards her. How and what sort of attention varied from person to person, but it was attraction from this Tarzan person.

Kagome herself was still trying to figure out where they were and how Tarzan seemed to spark a forgotten memory. Looking out at the lake with a sort of lethargic sweep, memories of her father reading Peter Pan came to mind. The lake did sort of remind her of the mermaid's lagoon, it was enchanting enough. All it needed was the mermaids and it would be as if the story had come to life.

It was then it all clicked into place. Her father had been one to read her the classics before after tucking her in, she was mentally slapping herself silly for not seeing it sooner. Sitting up fully, she turned her entire attention towards Tarzan. Well, for a feral child, this was how she always pictured him to look. She never did understand the portrayal of him with blond hair or short hair at that. Did the creators of those movie or tv adaptations never read the book?

Shaking her head, she turned away from Tarzan towards her friends and spoke up.

"I know where we are, and when we are."

"Huh?! How?" Sango pushed herself up onto her elbows, favoring her left arm.

"My new friend, as the two of you seem to call him." she crawled over to sit between her legs and began drawing a crude map from memory alone. "You see, when my father was still alive, he would read me stories to help me sleep. Some about children who could fly and fought pirates, of a little girl falling into a magical land, from folk tales of Japan to stories from around the world. One of them was about how a boy was raised by gorillas, a type of animal specific to a certain land. That boy was name Tarzan, and lived between a hundred to two hundred years ago in a land called Africa."

Moving back a bit, Kagome pointed out Japan on her little drawn out world map. "This is Japan, where we're from. And all the way over here," her hand glided to where she had drawn out Africa, more specifically the Pacific coast of Africa and draw a circle around the middle of the landmass. "...is more or less where we are."

She let out a whimper as she leaned back, allowing them to take in what she just told them, letting out a startled gasp when she bumped into Tarzan. He briefly looked down at her before returning to what she had drawn out in the sand, allowing Kagome to pull herself forward.

"This is... troubling news."

"Yes and not only that... I think I broke history!" Kagome let out a quiet wale and buried her face in her hands.

"Broke... history? I don't think such a thing is possible, Lady Kag-!" Miroku was suddenly halted when Kagome herself stood up abruptly, startling the others.

"Listen! He..." she indicated Tarzan that was crouched next to her. "...is supposed to meet a woman by the name of Jane Porter first. She was going to be the first human he would have ever seen. They would fall in love and have a child together... but he met me first! Meaning I broke history! Which is something that can't be broken!"

She had been pacing furiously by the end of her triad, also muttering to herself how she may very well end the world without bushing a button. Chewing her thumb nail, she tried to go over how and why they were sent here, why just the three of them, where the others were but most importantly how to get back home.

All the while Tarzan had mimicked Kagome, much to Sango's and Miroku's entertainment, only to have Kagome bump into him. She let out another whimper as the reason to her sudden realization took a hold of her to help stabilize her moment of imbalance.

Things were never easy for her, and now she dragged Sango and Miroku into all of it. The worst part was, she couldn't remember how they got there, meaning she didn't know the way back.

AN: I was suddenly struck by this while writing something that had in no way shape or form and relations to Tarzan. I would tell you what, but, that's a surprise. Either way, I hope you enjoy this as much as I wrote it, as spur of the moment as it was. So; read, enjoy and review!