InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Come Away With Me: Ms Videl Son ❯ Things Happen ( Chapter 2 )
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By: MonkandMiko 
When bad things happen, it's usually someone's fault.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 349 | Status: Work In Progress
When bad things happen, it's usually someone's fault.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 349 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Come Away With Me
Author: Ms. Videl Son
Disclaimer: distractedly forges a signature on some very official-looking documents HAH!
NOW I own them!
Rating: PG-13 ( T )
Summary: What if the attempted kidnaping had been successful...? M/K
Authors Notes: Umm...I don't know if I'll finish this or not, but here's what I've got. I hope the
next person to take up this challenge will be better about updating than I am...;
Oh, if I DO happen to continue this fic, it will no longer be derived directly from the manga.
Third chapter still in progress...but, to be fair, I had to rewrite it a couple times to make it seem
realistic. (That's my bad excuse and I'm sticking to it!)
Chapter Two: Things Happen
Kagome sighed with exasperation. Traveling today had not been pleasant, what with a pouting
half-demon stumbling along behind her, muttering curses she was sure hadn't carried over to her
time period.
Finally, as her patience finally wore itself out, she snapped "Man, how long are you gonna sulk?"
InuYasha sent her a macho glare that said quite plainly "I'm not pouting!"
"You got to see me naked, so we're even, right?" Kagome continued, sending her own glare his
way.
"I saw nothing!" InuYasha insisted, a light blush staining his cheeks as his eyes darted away to
look at his strangely interesting toenails...was that a hangnail?
Kagome leaned in conspiratorially to Shippou, who was clinging to the wicker basket strapped
between her handlebars, and whispered "He did see, didn't he?"
Peeking up at her over the ribbon-laden handle bars, Shippou implored "Leave me out of this!"
Unbeknownst to the small band of shard hunters, their progress was being surveyed with great
interest a short distance away by two nearly shady characters. The man, a self-declared son of
Buddha, watched them with the keener interest, fixated primarily on the young maiden. Kagome,
as her companions called her.
The second party, a twitchy raccoon demon, stood by his side (or hip, rather), watching the group
with apprehension.
"So I should attack the males, yes?" he asked, chancing a glance at the preoccupied monk.
"Yup." Miroku answered, watching with avid fascination as the young maiden tucked a piece of
stray ebony hair behind her ear as she casually led her strange chariot down the foot-beaten
mountain path. One of her male companions–the older, unidentified demon–ambled along behind
her, wearing a scowl of deep thought. Occasionally, Kagome would scrape together enough
courage to say something to him, only to be rebuffed by an irritated grunt from the demon.
After much prodding from her, the demon finally responded coherently, exploding in a wave of
angry shouts and curses that were most unfitting for a lady's delicate ears.
Kagome stumbled back a few steps, startled by his outburst, and seemed struck dumb for a few
moments as the volley of insults flew at her, knocking the essential breath from her lungs that
enabled her to respond. Midway through the lengthy tirade–just as Miroku was moving toward
the edge of the cliff to come to her rescue–her shoulders stiffened and her brows knitted together.
She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and...
He'd missed it. She had done something–obviously at a very high rate of speed–but he had
blinked and it was over. Meanwhile, the subdued demon lay in his own tailored crater, dust rising
up around his red-clad body and settling in his brilliant white hair in a coppery mist. After quite a
bit of struggling (Certainly not as sturdy as his facade, Miroku thought), he managed to gain
enough leverage to hoist his upper body out of the crater.
"Bitch." his silent lips formed.
Another instant, and he was face down in the crater once more.
Miroku smirked as she loftily tossed her hair over her shoulder and marched away from the felled
demon, manually wheeling her chariot down the rough mountain path as her companion collected
himself.
"And during the confusion," Miroku added, eyes still firmly attached to the enchanting
beauty who was now giggling quietly to the kitsune cub riding in the little basket suspended
between the handlebars of her odd contraption. "I'll take the girl."
There was a brief pause in the conversation in which the raccoon fidgeted restlessly, eyes darting
back and forth between the absorbed monk and the oblivious young woman that was the object
of the priests momentary affections.
"B-but, Miroku-sama..." the raccoon began nervously. "You don't have to do things so
indirectly..."
Now, Miroku spared him a glance.
"All you need is one blow of that right hand of yours!" the raccoon continued, quailing under the
monks seemingly easy gaze.
"Fool." the monk sighed, shaking his head with disapproval. "You should know well enough."
Miroku said, looking at his companion with a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his lips. "They'll
all die!"
The group carried on (InuYasha limping along in the back), determined to cover as much land
before sunset. Kagome chattered on to Shippou–who, in turn, chattered back–and left InuYasha
to sulk over his long dead (and recently resurrected) lover.
Kagome bit her lip distractedly as Shippou took his turn in rambling, glancing back at InuYasha
who was gazing wistfully at the horizon. Was he thinking of Kikyou? Probably...he'd never worn
that look for herself.
Not that she cared, mind you, but it was always nice to be THAT appreciated. And the title of
"shard detector" was getting rather old...
"Ka-go-ME!"
Kagome blinked and pulled her attention back to Shippou, who had his little arms crossed huffily
over his chest. "Eh heh...I'm sorry, Shippou. What were you saying?"
The little kitsune eyed her beadily. "What were you so distracted by?" he asked. Observant as he
was, he noted the way his surrogate mother's eyes fell shamefully to her feet and a blush spread
across her cheeks.
"A-ah," she stuttered. What was a good excuse? She couldn't very well tell him she was looking
at InuYasha, he would get the wrong impression and then...and then...
"The scenery. It's so beautiful from all the way up here, don't you think?" she finally conjured.
There! Now he would think she was a nature lover, not a dog lover (she much preferred cats
anyway).
Shippou snorted. "Yeah, that giant boulder over there had me riveted for a while too..."
Kagome flushed to the roots of her hair and pinched the snippy kitsune on his ear. "It's not polite
to tease your elders." she scolded.
"Mean." he accused, rubbing his injured appendage tenderly to return the blood flow.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...
Shippou halted his ministrations, ears twitching curiously at the new sound. "What's that?" he
asked, squinting up the mountain side for the source of the disturbance.
Kagome blinked at Shippou–she didn't hear anything. "Huh?"
"DIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE...!"
Okay, she heard THAT.
With a start and a wild scream, Kagome hurled herself out of the way, Shippou held protectively
against her chest, as a giant...thing lumbered down the cliff face, carving a new path on its way.
"Yee!" Kagome screeched, landing face down on top of Shippou as InuYasha battled with their
new foe. InuYasha's curses became more and more distant with each passing second, signifying
that he had gone over the cliff with his enemy (but was at least still alive).
With a panicked scramble, Kagome raced to the edge of the cliff and peered over. She squinted
into the ravine for any speck of red and finally caught a glimpse of one, pushing against what
appeared to be a giant boulder.
OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGod...
"InuYasha!" she called frantically, wincing as a puff of dust and debris rose out of the bottom of
the ravine.
OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGod...
What if he was hurt? What if he was DEAD? What the hell WAS that thing anyway? Could he
climb back up, assuming he was even alive? What would she do with all that ramen in her
backpack!
Any other thoughts flew from her pretty little head as, with a swift knock to the head, all went
black.
Thanks again, MVS
Author: Ms. Videl Son
Disclaimer: distractedly forges a signature on some very official-looking documents HAH!
NOW I own them!
Rating: PG-13 ( T )
Summary: What if the attempted kidnaping had been successful...? M/K
Authors Notes: Umm...I don't know if I'll finish this or not, but here's what I've got. I hope the
next person to take up this challenge will be better about updating than I am...;
Oh, if I DO happen to continue this fic, it will no longer be derived directly from the manga.
Third chapter still in progress...but, to be fair, I had to rewrite it a couple times to make it seem
realistic. (That's my bad excuse and I'm sticking to it!)
Chapter Two: Things Happen
Kagome sighed with exasperation. Traveling today had not been pleasant, what with a pouting
half-demon stumbling along behind her, muttering curses she was sure hadn't carried over to her
time period.
Finally, as her patience finally wore itself out, she snapped "Man, how long are you gonna sulk?"
InuYasha sent her a macho glare that said quite plainly "I'm not pouting!"
"You got to see me naked, so we're even, right?" Kagome continued, sending her own glare his
way.
"I saw nothing!" InuYasha insisted, a light blush staining his cheeks as his eyes darted away to
look at his strangely interesting toenails...was that a hangnail?
Kagome leaned in conspiratorially to Shippou, who was clinging to the wicker basket strapped
between her handlebars, and whispered "He did see, didn't he?"
Peeking up at her over the ribbon-laden handle bars, Shippou implored "Leave me out of this!"
Unbeknownst to the small band of shard hunters, their progress was being surveyed with great
interest a short distance away by two nearly shady characters. The man, a self-declared son of
Buddha, watched them with the keener interest, fixated primarily on the young maiden. Kagome,
as her companions called her.
The second party, a twitchy raccoon demon, stood by his side (or hip, rather), watching the group
with apprehension.
"So I should attack the males, yes?" he asked, chancing a glance at the preoccupied monk.
"Yup." Miroku answered, watching with avid fascination as the young maiden tucked a piece of
stray ebony hair behind her ear as she casually led her strange chariot down the foot-beaten
mountain path. One of her male companions–the older, unidentified demon–ambled along behind
her, wearing a scowl of deep thought. Occasionally, Kagome would scrape together enough
courage to say something to him, only to be rebuffed by an irritated grunt from the demon.
After much prodding from her, the demon finally responded coherently, exploding in a wave of
angry shouts and curses that were most unfitting for a lady's delicate ears.
Kagome stumbled back a few steps, startled by his outburst, and seemed struck dumb for a few
moments as the volley of insults flew at her, knocking the essential breath from her lungs that
enabled her to respond. Midway through the lengthy tirade–just as Miroku was moving toward
the edge of the cliff to come to her rescue–her shoulders stiffened and her brows knitted together.
She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and...
He'd missed it. She had done something–obviously at a very high rate of speed–but he had
blinked and it was over. Meanwhile, the subdued demon lay in his own tailored crater, dust rising
up around his red-clad body and settling in his brilliant white hair in a coppery mist. After quite a
bit of struggling (Certainly not as sturdy as his facade, Miroku thought), he managed to gain
enough leverage to hoist his upper body out of the crater.
"Bitch." his silent lips formed.
Another instant, and he was face down in the crater once more.
Miroku smirked as she loftily tossed her hair over her shoulder and marched away from the felled
demon, manually wheeling her chariot down the rough mountain path as her companion collected
himself.
"And during the confusion," Miroku added, eyes still firmly attached to the enchanting
beauty who was now giggling quietly to the kitsune cub riding in the little basket suspended
between the handlebars of her odd contraption. "I'll take the girl."
There was a brief pause in the conversation in which the raccoon fidgeted restlessly, eyes darting
back and forth between the absorbed monk and the oblivious young woman that was the object
of the priests momentary affections.
"B-but, Miroku-sama..." the raccoon began nervously. "You don't have to do things so
indirectly..."
Now, Miroku spared him a glance.
"All you need is one blow of that right hand of yours!" the raccoon continued, quailing under the
monks seemingly easy gaze.
"Fool." the monk sighed, shaking his head with disapproval. "You should know well enough."
Miroku said, looking at his companion with a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his lips. "They'll
all die!"
The group carried on (InuYasha limping along in the back), determined to cover as much land
before sunset. Kagome chattered on to Shippou–who, in turn, chattered back–and left InuYasha
to sulk over his long dead (and recently resurrected) lover.
Kagome bit her lip distractedly as Shippou took his turn in rambling, glancing back at InuYasha
who was gazing wistfully at the horizon. Was he thinking of Kikyou? Probably...he'd never worn
that look for herself.
Not that she cared, mind you, but it was always nice to be THAT appreciated. And the title of
"shard detector" was getting rather old...
"Ka-go-ME!"
Kagome blinked and pulled her attention back to Shippou, who had his little arms crossed huffily
over his chest. "Eh heh...I'm sorry, Shippou. What were you saying?"
The little kitsune eyed her beadily. "What were you so distracted by?" he asked. Observant as he
was, he noted the way his surrogate mother's eyes fell shamefully to her feet and a blush spread
across her cheeks.
"A-ah," she stuttered. What was a good excuse? She couldn't very well tell him she was looking
at InuYasha, he would get the wrong impression and then...and then...
"The scenery. It's so beautiful from all the way up here, don't you think?" she finally conjured.
There! Now he would think she was a nature lover, not a dog lover (she much preferred cats
anyway).
Shippou snorted. "Yeah, that giant boulder over there had me riveted for a while too..."
Kagome flushed to the roots of her hair and pinched the snippy kitsune on his ear. "It's not polite
to tease your elders." she scolded.
"Mean." he accused, rubbing his injured appendage tenderly to return the blood flow.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...
Shippou halted his ministrations, ears twitching curiously at the new sound. "What's that?" he
asked, squinting up the mountain side for the source of the disturbance.
Kagome blinked at Shippou–she didn't hear anything. "Huh?"
"DIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE...!"
Okay, she heard THAT.
With a start and a wild scream, Kagome hurled herself out of the way, Shippou held protectively
against her chest, as a giant...thing lumbered down the cliff face, carving a new path on its way.
"Yee!" Kagome screeched, landing face down on top of Shippou as InuYasha battled with their
new foe. InuYasha's curses became more and more distant with each passing second, signifying
that he had gone over the cliff with his enemy (but was at least still alive).
With a panicked scramble, Kagome raced to the edge of the cliff and peered over. She squinted
into the ravine for any speck of red and finally caught a glimpse of one, pushing against what
appeared to be a giant boulder.
OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGod...
"InuYasha!" she called frantically, wincing as a puff of dust and debris rose out of the bottom of
the ravine.
OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGod...
What if he was hurt? What if he was DEAD? What the hell WAS that thing anyway? Could he
climb back up, assuming he was even alive? What would she do with all that ramen in her
backpack!
Any other thoughts flew from her pretty little head as, with a swift knock to the head, all went
black.
Thanks again, MVS