Jello! I am the great and powerful Harbormaster Onpwis! and working with me is the wonderful and lovely AbeoUmbra! claps for AbeoUmbra! CLAP DAMNIT! This is a Inuyasha cross over with Naruto! The updates will be slow but we are working on them!

Summary: Kyuubi is like 1,000 years old, he had to have a lover, but why if everyone know Kyuubi attack have we never meet this lovely lover? Co-wrote with AbeoUmbra!

WARNING!! THIS WILL BE SLASH! THAT MEAN GUY ON GUY! YUMMY SEXY MANLOVING

Chapter One

Inuyasha inhaled deeply as he flopped down onto a dry space on the cave floor; his knees bent in a position Kagome called "crisscross", elbows on knees, he watched as his small band of friends unloaded their soaked gear in the shelter he had sought out for them. Kagome her nose scrunched up at the pungent scent of bat waste, he couldn't blame her in the least – but it was better then standing in the rain waiting to become ill.

As she shook her bag out, Inuyasha glanced outside suspiciously, they had been looking for shards when they'd been caught in the storm – his senses swore that it had come from out of nowhere. It was as if something wanted them to be here…

Inuyasha shook the thought away as he glanced around the cave – it was big, like some ancient tunnel he knew his ancient ancestors had held court in. The cave was damp – but better then nothing. The entrance was soaked from the rain coming in from behind the bushes hiding it.

It seemed so familiar with the great stalactite and stalagmite like teeth at the entrance – and along the edges, like the inside of jaws…

'Comforting thought that – being in the mouth of the beast.' Inuyasha thought sarcastically as his eyes inadvertently caught the flare of a spark from Miroku's attempts at creating a fire from wet wood. Shippou and Kirara were shivering, enveloped in one of the few towels Kagome had – he was no good at making a fire in such a condition, and Kirara looked no better.

Sango had striped to her underclothes – which were dry, she had hanged the wet ones on one of the 'teeth' along the inside. Miroku was obviously distracted by her – but he was trying his best to start a fire nonetheless - Inuyasha was almost impressed by his restraint.

Still, he couldn't seem to shake the feeling of being in this place before.

Miroku's determination was rewarded a moment later when the spark became a flame – he was quick to feed it – though not enough to smother it. The others gathered around the fireplace, and as Kagome laid down a blanket – she caught his expression.

"Inuyasha? Is there something wrong?" She asked, noticeably shivering while away from the fire side. He only shook his head – his wet silver hair resting – weighted, against his shoulders, as he tugging off his fire-rat coat and handed it to Kagome, she hid a smile as she was reminded of an adorable wet puppy.

"Thank you." She spoke softly – knowing Inuyasha would hear her.

"Feh…" He grunted, as if he guessed her undignified thoughts of him being alike an adorable puppy. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she crept away from him, closer to the fire. They lay down on the blanket she had set out, huddled together for warmth.

When they had finally drifted off to sleep, he found he could not rest as easily – the feeling of uneasy familiarity having tightened a knot in his stomach keeping him alert and perturbed.

Half dozing, images came to him – fuzzy, undefined, but they sharpened like dagger point memories as he drifted into sleep.

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"…they've set fire to the North Tower… you must flee with Sesshomaru and Kyuubi…"

He couldn't move he was bundled so tightly in blankets – his mothers scent, the only true thing he judged he remembered correctly from her – was thick, for his head was pressed to her shoulder to keep him near and silent. He, unlike a helpless human infant, knew there was danger – and he dared not make a noise for attracting it.

His mother stumbled – nearly falling, before someone caught her.

"He's so quite – do you think he's hurt?" She asked softly – for all that he knew she had spoken those words, he knew they could not be exactly like he heard them.

"He is fine, my Lady – demons at birth know when danger is near, a half demon is no less aware." A muscular voice that flowed over him like warm reassuring silk, breathed out so softly that he knew despite the determined tone to it, it was a mere whisper.

"If you are sure, Lord Kyuubi…" His mother trailed off, walking onwards as if in a great hurry. He did not know how much time had passed when they stopped. Only that it was dawn, but his mother was asleep so he remained quiet so not to be a burden – as his instincts screamed he must not be – for it was possible he could be abandoned…

"She will not survive for long out here." Sesshomaru's voice cold and aloof as always was hushed, even as it echoed to his twitching puppy ears; he knew his mother as a human would not hear this conversation.

"You are left with a choice, old friend, to raise your infant half brother, as your father willed. Or abandon him when his mother dies." The voice Inuyasha recognized as Kyuubi's whispered from the darkness.

"We will do as my father bid us to." Sesshomaru words were final – an order, something now set in stone for his bother. Inuyasha – who had forgotten this part of his past – was surprised at the mercy his brother seemed to show to him.

"As you will, I will stay by your side as long as I am able." Kyuubi swore softly, though Inuyasha understood that he did not have to that. That this – raising Inuyasha, caring for him as he grew old enough to care for himself, was as much a choice as a sacrifice for him.

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"…the people in your Father's lands are starving, Lord Sesshomaru – we beg you return to us…"

The messenger that changed everything was Jaken.

It was many years later – and Inuyasha knew somehow that his mother was now long dead; nonetheless he was able to toddle around by himself, and made frequent attempts to escape the cave, for it was a game. The reason was that Sesshomaru was so protective that he would not allow him to go far. It seemed to Inuyasha that his half brother watched him in the day – and Kyuubi, in the night.

"We ask that you give us a night to consider the matter at length." Kyuubi was strangely there in the light of day – though he looked tired. Sesshomaru was holding Inuyasha, watching his friend interact with Jaken. He would not speak for himself in the presence of someone so unworthy to hear his words.

So speaking fell to Kyuubi, while Inuyasha huddled against his brother, fearful when Jaken's eyes came to rest on him. There seemed a dark – if sudden, expression of understanding in those yellowed eyes.

"Of course, Lord Kyuubi…" The creature left, and for a time there was silence.

"You must go." Kyuubi told Sesshomaru at long last. He did not respond at first, only running his claws carefully through Inuyasha's hair, so like his own. Their hair was their only likeness then, for Inuyasha had been a small child, and Sesshomaru a teenager by demonic standards – old enough to take the Western lands for his own.

"I am aware of that, Kyuubi…but what am I to do about my brother? He is too little to chance a second journey he may not survive. The people were promised two Lords – yet they would not yet accept Inuyasha. They may even attempt to kill him…." There was a sound that echoed in the moist cave, very much like a growl – it rumbled from his brother's chest.

"No use inheriting a land in chaos, Sesshomaru…" Kyuubi only trialed off when Sesshomaru snapped out a harsh retort, Kyuubi only replied in calm even tones – forcing Sesshomaru to do the same thing. There must have been a conversation between the two – Kyuubi having somehow successfully convinced his half bother to leave them behind – and that they would wait for him.

"Do I have your word you will watch out for Inuyasha until I return?" Sesshomaru said at long last.

"Yes, Lord Sesshomaru, as you know - my word is my bond." That, Inuyasha knew, was very true for a fox demon, as Kyuubi obviously was.

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"…you and the pup are not welcome here…"

Inuyasha was older now – he stood as tall as a ten year old, half the height of Kyuubi who stood protectively in front of him. The woman who addressed them wore imposing dark clothes, behind her were two others – equally as fierce looking. Inuyasha whined softly, shivering as he clung behind Kyuubi.

"Be reasonable priestess', the pup can not travel – he is simply too young." Kyuubi spoke in soft, elegant tones – though there was a real alarm in the set of his shoulders. The normally calm fox demon seemed somehow helpless – he was not, Inuyasha had seen Kyuubi take out demons many times bigger then he was.

"He looks big enough to walk a good distance to me." The tallest of the three priestesses proclaimed, with a dark look directed at Inuyasha.

"Looks are deceiving among our kind, priestess. I urge you to let us be here for a few moons more. We have harmed none – if anything, we have kept demons that would prey on the people you protect away from the area…" The priestesses did not look convinced.

"Do you think we are fools? You've just now – for all you claim to be harmless – threatened to bring demons upon us in hordes if we force you out of your nest." Spoke out one who seemed to have the most authority.

"No, my lady – you misunderstand me, I merely want the pup protected, and that is my only goal. Please – have mercy, the pup's mother was a priestess herself – she willingly married the demon Lord of the Western lands, surely – if she found some good in us, you may find that in her only child?" For a moment the women looked startled, then narrow eyed.

"How do we know his mother was not raped, and then disposed of when the pup was born?" Snarled out an oldest woman, she looked to be tiring of all their talk. That – Inuyasha knew even then, was not good – with enough time, Kyuubi could convince anyone to do as he suggested. For some reason he was already under strain – and his time was shorting simply because they refused to listen to him.

"Why would I care for the pup then? I am clearly no Inu demon." Kyuubi sought out from them desperately – willing them to see past their hate for demons.

"Kitsune males, such as yourself - are known to enter unholy unions with an Inu male…" Hissed out one of the priestess', Kyuubi flinched back – her words seeming to have struck him like a blow - a snarl curled his lip at the implications.

"I assure you this is not the case, if you would only be reasonable." One of the women gave a short barking laugh.

"I think we have given him enough chances to talk – enough of a choice, he will not leave, so he must be made to stay – sealed away, were he can do no harm." Another spoke up, Inuyasha's claws dug into Kyuubi – he whined softly, pleading to flee. Kyuubi did not stir.

"Please," Kyuubi did not sound like himself, "what will you do with the boy?"

"He will flee – and hopefully far enough away that he will not remember you or this place…"

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"…Inuyasha…what has become of you? Of Kyuubi?..."

It was Sesshomaru who asked this of a half wild Inuyasha, some years later. In some part of his mind, he remembered Kyuubi turning to stone in his arms because of the priestesses' – of fleeing.

Sesshomaru had tried – perhaps for years, perhaps for only a day, back then Inuyasha's time had been measured in his next meal – he had tried to lure Inuyasha to go back with him to the cave. To find Kyuubi – to go home, anything – but Inuyasha refused. He had been terrified of the place where he had lost Kyuubi – so frightened of it, he had forgotten it.

Sesshomaru, he knew now – had never forgiven him for being such a coward, and blamed the weakness of his brother's mind and spirit on the human blood within him. That was why Sesshomaru had left him with only Myoga, a flea likely in a sense of humor that the flea would suck out the human blood of his brother – with vague orders to tell his half brother his heritage when he cared to learn it.

That was why Inuyasha hated being part human – for he felt as weak as his brother had labeled him when he learned of his origins.

He had to get Kyuubi back – so Sesshomaru would forgive him…

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Inuyasha jerked awake to Kagome's startled yelp, he got quickly to his feet while others were only beginning to stir. He leapt further into the cave, only to discover Kagome in a heap on the cave floor - she stared into the darkness, pale and afraid.

"Kagome? Are you well?" Inuyasha knelt beside her, cautiously touching her on the shoulder.

"Inuyasha," she turned to him, swallowing past her fear, "there is something in here with us…"

"What do you mean?" Inuyasha asked her, baffled – though the cave from his childhood and this one were similar, surely they weren't one and the same… surely.

"She means me, Lord Inuyasha – I'm afraid I frightened the girl when she awoke me from the curse the priestesses' laid on me." Kyuubi in the same controlled tones as before spoke from the shadows – in a sort of dawning horror, Inuyasha turned to regard him.

Kyuubi was dressed as elegantly as he remembered, though he looked the part of a rogue rather than a court politician. Fiery red hair lay over his shoulders, Inuyasha could easily picture it enveloping the whole of his torso, and for all that it was in a tight braid along his back. His eyes were amber – but a darker shade then Inuyasha's own, this was likely what had startled Kagome so, with those eyes peering out at her from the darkness.

"…Kyuubi…?"

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