Okaies! This is my first story so don't shoot me. Two friends somehow go to the Feudal Era and meet the InuYasha gang, including Kouga, Sesshoumaru and Naraku

WARNING: OOCness, Cursing, Perverse dialogue, character bashing, Carlos Mencia jokes, and pure randomness, IYxTsubasa

DISCLAIMER:

Me: Go on Kouga, say it

Kouga: I dun wanna

Me: SAY IT!

Kouga: sigh Krazifreak does not own any of the InuYasha characters and she never will so deal with it.

Me: Thank u

Key stuff you wanna know:

"Speaking"

Thinking

Doing

Exaggerating

When The Weird Meets The Strange

Chapter One

Arielle sat on the bench at the park, looking around as if she was looking for someone. She had long black hair that was straighter that a line. Her eyes were a dark brown that could have been mistaken for black. She wore a black zip-up hoodie with a "My Chemical Romance" t-shirt underneath. Her pants were dark blue and had tears and rips all over them, especially where it reaches the floor. Her shoes were big black Timberlines that looked more like mountain boots. No one noticed that she had headphones on as she was listening to one of her favorite bands, System of a Down. The song she favored the most was "Sugar" since it didn't make any sense to her. As if it wasn't obvious, she was a tomboy.

The kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who can believe you,
Who can believe you,
Let your mother pray, (sugar)

Well I'm not there all the time you know
Some people, some people, some people,
Call it insane, yeah they call it insane, (sugar)
I play Russian roulette everyday, a man's sport,
With a bullet called life, yeah called life,(sugar)
You know that every time I try to go
Where I really want to be,
It's already where I am,
Cause I'm already there….(sugar)
The kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who can believe you,
Who can believe you,
Let your mother pray, (sugar)

I got a gun the other day from Sako,
It's cute, small, fits right in my pocket,
Yeah, right in my pocket, (sugar)
My girl, you know,
she lashes out every sometimes,
And I just fucking kick her,
and then ooh baby, she's O.K. (sugar)
People are always chasing me down,
Trying to push my face to the ground,
Where all they really want to do,
Is suck out my mother fucking brains, my brains (sugar).
The kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who can believe you,
Who can believe you,
Let your mother pray,
I sit, in my desolate room, no lights, no music,
Just anger, I've killed everyone,
I'm away forever, but I'm feeling better,
How do I feel, What do I say,
Fuck you, it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
Fuck you, it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away.

"Hey Arie!" was heard from afar even through the blasting music. It was none other than Tasha, Arie's best friend. Tasha was a year younger than Arie. She had short brown hair that almost looked dirty blondish. Her eyes were also brown, but they were lighter than her friend's eyes. She wore a green hoodie and blue pants that were a lot lighter than Arie's. She also wore Timberlines, but they were brownish tan. "Took ya long enough," said Arie in a sarcastic tone, but to some it was normal.

"Sorry, those damn kids in my history class never seem to shut up. We had to stay an extra 15 minutes and write a one-page essay about respect toward teachers."

"Why'd the Mexican girl get pregnant?"

Tasha knew that her good friend had once again watched Comedy Central's Mind of Mencia and was quoting a joke. "I dunno. Why?"

"Her teacher told her to go do an ese." (A/N: Ese is a term in Spanish that literally means that, but can also be used when boys refer to other boy friends)

Tasha couldn't help but laugh. But she always wondered; Arielle was part Spanish herself, but never seemed offended by jokes like that. "How come those kinds of jokes never offend you?"

"Jokes are meant to be jokes. And besides, a soldier is dying somewhere so that we can have the right to speak what we want freely. I tend to take it before someone else does." As soon as she said that, Tasha recognized it as a joke from a Carlos Mencia special stand up ( A/N: if ya haven't noticed, Mencia is a cool guy).

"C'mon. I've got the chips and soda. I'm guessing you have the cds?"

"Since when have I forgotten the cds?" And Arie had a point. She never left the house unless she had her Ipod or Cds of her favorite bands.

"Who do you have?" Curious of what her friend had in her red Nike bag.

"MCR, Green Day, Panic! At The Disco, System of a Down, Fall Out Boy, And of Course Eminem!"

"Awesome!" The two then headed toward Tasha's house to get ready to watch TV and just hang out, due to the fact her parents were out of town.

At Tasha's House...

Arielle was sitting comfortably on the couch drinking her third can of Coca-Cola, since she was saving her Pepsi for later. Tasha was switching through her DVR system, looking for a cool show to watch.

"South Park?"

"Saw that episode."

"Mind of Mencia?"

"Oldies."

"InuYasha?"

"Sure!"

Tasha pressed the play button and tried to sing along to the Japanese intro as Arielle sat back and sang it like a natural, due to the fact her deceased grandfather was teaching her Chinese and Japanese when she was younger. As the song ended, Arie and Tasha reached for the last cookie that was on the coffee table.

"I had my hand on it first."

"No you didn't! I did!"

"Let go!"

"Make me!"

As the two kept fighting, they didn't realize that the television started to glow a dark purple-like colour. The second they looked at the now glowing TV, the light went from purple to a bright white flash. When the light was gone, the two girls were gone, along with their Cds, snacks, mangas and bags.

krazi