Years later, I SHALL CONTINUE. Also, for the record, I was a very confused young lady fangirl when I started this. That dislike of Yaoi has died so very hard we are still laughing whenever we see a bus. Therefore if any cute guys start snogging, please, shield no one's eyes. Hell. You should probably film it.
"KYAAHHH!" Inuyasha let off a yell as he swept towards the camera, small light bombs going off behind him. He hit the ground and the safety pad with a thump, and held very still for a moment before flicking his hair back with a carefully aimed head jerk.
Miroku groaned from the sidelines, "Showoff!" He booed cheerfully, and gave the other boy a thumbs down. Inuyasha raised the Tetsusaigia and flung it quite hard at Miroku's head, before slapping his right forearm and bringing up his fist in a blatant way of flipping Miroku off. The other actor caught the sword and went down when lo and behold, someone had been switching out the props. What was a usually a decidedly cardboard and lightweight version for the softcore scenes, had been exchanged for the much heavier and dangerous real sword used for the battle scenes. Not expecting this version, Miroku was shoved backwards in surprise and sent flying into the ground with a short yell that ended with a loud thunk and clang when he hit the floor.
Kagome, witnessing all of this from where she was perched on a rock to watch the scene, scurried down from her seat. She made her way quickly over to his side, to help him up of course, and to shove the huge weapon out of the way. Inuyasha moved to the pair, amused by the short struggle that ensued when it seemed the sword was heavier than she thought. Moving forward until his shadow fell on the pair, he stood smirking over them a for a moment before lifting the sword easily with one hand and freeing the poor monk beneath it. Miroku sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head with his right hand and getting a quiet massage from the beads looped around it.
"Oh that wasn't nice," the poor monk grunted, and Kagome slid behind him, yanking his hand away to inspect him for possible damage. Besides his pride and a little redness Miroku looked fine. She scoffed, puffing up as she slowly measured herself to her feet with a cold glare in Inuyasha's direction. She stepped over Miroku who intinctively looked up, and caught a lovely eyeful of panties. In a rare appearance of good luck for Miroku, she didn;t notice, and instead of being him senseless she stalked up to Inuyasha and in a low voice she said the dreaded word, "Sit."
Inuyasha looked at her like she was unhinged, "You do realize that's only in the show right?" He took a small step back from the slowly demonic looking girl only to notice a dramatic shadow hovering over him. He gulped slightly and looked up, just in time to see a helpful sandbag come crashing down on his fat gob sending him into the floor with the minimum of effort. Kagome looked instantly less evil and smiled brightly. Onne could swear her aura was glinting with the sparkles and birdsong of a job well done.
"Thanks Naraku!" She waved perkily at Naraku who'd been hovering around trying to get a good view of the scene so he could portray himself correctly when they filmed his half of the battle scene against the dog demon. He blinked, and motioned beside him to the young man with red hair who'd been lounging up there with him as well. The other grinned brightly and waved at the now dumbfounded Kagome who took a moment to recognize him given he was never on the show. Well, not in apperance anyways, his voice certainly was very familiar!
Kagome blinked twice, "Myoga?"
"The one and only," he wrinkled his nose, his freckles scrunching together a bit. After a moment of thinking, he latched onto the other end of the rope that used to hold up the sandbag, and leapt off the high ramparts of the lights. He rapelled down, freeing Inuyasha from his sandy doom, and hit the floor with a satisfying thump, where he let go of the rope again forgetting completely that Inuyasha was laying there groaning. The sandbag whistled down from above, Inuyasha's ears perked. He rolled hard! He just barely missed being clobbered into dogfood by the heavy weight. How he'd survived the first time was beyond comprehension.
Myouga winced, standing on tippy toe to peer over at the halfbreed, "Sorry Inu-chan?"
Inuyasha raised a single claw which he pointed for the celing, "Payback, is an unforgiving virgin bitch," he announced in the violent tones that quite clearly prescribed Myouga's life as a damned and doomed existance henceforth. Myouga hung his head quietly, and Kagome took pity on him, he hadn;t meant to the second time and the first time was a plot of her own.
"C'mon," she muttered to his ear, leaning in enough to make a rather annoyed growl echo from Inuyasha's motionless form, "I'll take you to lunch how's that?" Myouga brightened considerably, his pale skin blushing with pleasure. His eyes glinted with the unasked question and Kagome sighed.
"Yes, we can get your favorite sheeps blood smoothie. You know they only keep it on the menu at Yenta's because of you. So in character, geez," She teased, him quietly. It wasn't entirely because of his want to be in character mind you all, he was the inheriter of Porphyria, and he preferred to stabilize the disease by drinking blood along with his medication. He'd been able to control it with the right mix, and she wasn't one to back down from someone to drank blood to stay alive. He grinned at her sheepishly as she herded him out the front door, ignoring Naraku as he mildly slid down the steps towards Inuyasha. His movements were so smooth and slick one could barely call it anything else. He offer the boy a hand up, closing his eye as if in dismay at touching such a commoner.
Inuyasha noticed the way he moved, and promptly disliked it, "Haha Naraku," his voice was almost a groan, "You're being annoying. Get out of character now!" Naraku ignored him blatantly for a moment before latching onto the still outstretched hand presented to him. Inuyasha snuffed as he was drug to his feet and Naraku quietly procured a brush from his wide robes and started brushing sand off him. Inuyasha adjusted his costume Hakama mildly, helping him with the removal, before it could get into all his little bodily creases. With a flourish Naraku finished by sweeping off his nose, and pulling the brush back into his overhuge sleeves. He had a habit of wearing brightly colored flowy silken robes until the time came for him to enter his own costume. Extra tentacles and armor could hurt a lesser man but he'd buffed up for the place in the script. Now he really hated how bulky, his previously slim and designer beautiful body, had turned.
Finally pleased with his cleaning job he returned to the matter at hand and hissed softly at Inuyasha's previous little taunt, "How dare you demand me to do anything! Are you not aware I could banish you with a mere thought-ungh!" He twitched, a small vein appearing on his forehead as he realized Inuyasha had him in a headlock and was positioned to noogie him viciously, while curled over his back.
"Fine fine," Naraku grumblesd, "I'm out, I'm fine," he reached back calmly and pried Inuyasha off his back. At least his muscles came in handy when things like this happened. Considering the set and the actors he was forced to know intimately, it happened alot. Holding the grinning halfdemon in front of him he glared for a moment and let go. Inuyasha landed lightly on his feet.
"C'mon Narky, let's hit the buffet, I'm famished and I smell sloppy joes and Icee's!" Inuyasha's slid a companionable arm around Naraku's shoulders, and the other demon imitated him if only to keep more taunts at bay.
"Your nose is amazing," he quipped red eyes flashing, "but your mouth, it never goes quiet! Ahem... is there cherry?" His eyes glanced over hopefully, and he lowered his voice so none of the others would hear his weakness.
"Yes," Inuyasha said simply, grinning at him, and Naraku closed his eyes in what could only be described as a shiver of anticipation. Inuyasha anorted in amusement, and drug him over lickitey split, snagging a pair of cups, and filling them to the brim with the complimentary drink. He shoved the red one at naraku, proclaiming aloud a very msileading statement.
"Ha! I stole the blue one and you can't have it. Nyah," he stuck out his tongue and winked and Naraku looked positively relieved that he'd put his trust in someone who was actually being nice to him.
"You fiend! Thief I say!" his dramatic pitch echoed in the open spaces, "You'll pay you wretch!" He promptly grabbed his straw, sucked, and gave himself a headache for which there was no cure. Yeowch! His red icee suffered a major blow as it slid down the cup and Naraku got ahold of his quiet addiction. Calming himself he started sipping every few seconds watching as Inuyasha actually decided to make a pair of sloppy joes and let Naraku nurse his true love while he waited. Slipping on the the paper plates covered in snack over, Inuyasha started wolfing down his potion as if he'd been starved for several years. Both of them seemed to be distracted by their foods of chouce, and all was well in the land of the half demons.
Fine, I know, I took forever to update this fic, and you probably all hate me, but I'm a better writer now and I could even manage to scrape up a plot given enough time and energy. Hell you guys might actually see me complete a fic. Here's hoping I'll meet expectations this time. (Beware as well my dears, I may rewrite the first few chapters to fit my new standards... Orrr, be lazy and not touch them. Knowing me, the latter! ) It's short I know, I'll do better once I'm not cowering in despair at my last... I don't think I can call them chapters they're that bad. Next chapter, we're probably going to see how this little 'date' between Kagome and Myoga is going. :D