I do not own Inuyasha.

This story is being written just for fun, I do not promise I will ever finish, nor that I know exactly where it is going. I have some ideas, but my stories tend to write themselves. This may be as surprising to me as it is to you. None of your beloved Inuyasha characters are in this story just yet, but they will be in the next chapter, gotta introduce my character and get her to Japan first. Rated for language, nudity, and adult themes.

Reviews appreciated.

chapter 1, What did Cody do?

Melissa played with incense smoke as she waited to close up her shop for the day. She concentrated on making low, wide ripples in the smoke as it slowly rose from the smoldering tip of the stick. Then she changed her focus and the smoke rose straight up, she made it move away, then come towards her, then ripples again. Any witch worth her wand could do this easily, she was bored.

She gave up her game and held her hand over the smoke, watching it curl up between her fingers. The clock on the wall chimed the hour, she turned to look. The smoke billowed as the AC kicked on and engulfed her. Quitting time was an hour away so she abandoned her cloud of smoke to begin tidying up.

There wasn't much to do. Counting down her cash register wouldn't take long at all, She'd had three customers and a group of chattering teens who'd come in and looked around simply to waste time. But a few things were out of place, including a box of incense one of the kids had looked at.

She didn't realize the kid had a box cutter, or what he did to that box until she lifted it over her head to put it up. The end popped off and she was peppered with Dragon's blood incense cones. Swearing colorfully she scooped the cones up and headed to the back to mark the box as damaged merchandise.

Half way there her feet flew out from under her and she landed on her ass, hard. She was sure her buttocks would be bruised in the morning. Her merry prankster had also misted the floor with essential oil. She lifted a greasy hand to her nose, rose oil. Well at least she smelled good.

She mopped the floor, finished cleaning, and locked up. She coughed a bit as she stepped out into the street, how could such a little city have so much smog? She found her little car where she'd parked it a couple of blocks away, nestled in between a large minivan and a jacked up pickup truck and headed for home.

She checked the mail box immediately upon arriving. She'd told the mail carrier repeatedly to stick packages through the doggy door so they'd stay cool and dry, but he was an idiot. luckily her candy hadn't been delivered yet.

She'd found a company online that sold realistic, life sized, gummy hearts. The ventricles of which were filled with red liquid candy so the heart would bleed when you bit into it. She liked to sit in public places to eat her candy, letting the 'blood' drip down her chin and arms as she watched the looks on people faces. If she stopped to think about it she supposed she was fucked in the head...

A few times concerned citizens had called the cops on her, but there was no law against eating candy, however disturbing you might appear in the process. Some of the officers had been right cute. A couple had been offered a bite, but they'd refused.

She threw her overdue bills on the table and went to feed her fish. She had a school of male guppies, just males. She'd learned long ago not to include females, her tank wasn't that big. Like so many people she knew they seemed to have no individual personalities and moved together as one so she called the collective by a singular name, Skittles.

She watch the fish for a moment and ran a hand through her shoulder length golden hair. If one or two pieces of Skittles floated to the top they could be easily replaced. It would still be the same school, the same entity known as Skittles. If one or two more float the process could be repeated indefinitely. Skittles was in truth immortal, if she willed it so anyway.

She turned to the alter and wondered if she wanted to do a grounding ritual first or take a shower. Usually she'd shower first, but as the hot water heater was out that would not be nearly as relaxing as usual. A grounding it was then, but first she had to prepare the cakes and ale to be consumed at the end of the ritual, or in her case brownies and mead. And maybe after she'd look at some smut so that she needed that cold shower.

She poured the alcohol in a tall glass and stuck it in the baby bottle warmer her ex mother-in-law had given her as a wedding present. Just who the hell gave people baby items as wedding presents anyway? Well she knew the answer to that, a psycho bitch.

Two years, a divorce, and some heavy drinking later she'd discovered the perfect use for the gift. She could heat her mead without risking burning the house down if she happened to be inebriated. Or high. She made her own brownies after all. And if she put the mead in a bottle she wouldn't spill it, though in her defense she had been extremely drunk when she'd done that.

While that was heating she stepped out to put peanuts in the bird feeder for Snickers the grey squirrel and went in to put some cat food in Cody's dish. Where was he anyway? He was usually winding around her ankles trying to break her neck the instant she got home.

Once every one was fed she carried her brownie and mead to the alter and began to unbutton her skirt as she kicked off her shoes, she preferred to do her rituals Sky Clad, nude. Soon she stood before her alter in nothing but her tattoos and crystal necklace. She picked up her ritual dagger and unsheathed it, feeling it flare to life as she willed her energy through it to cast her circle.

Half way through it she heard a meow. Cody was on the bookcase next to the alter, a bookcase he was not allowed on because it held bottles of potions for sale, herbs, crystals, and spell books. Realizing he was caught he jumped down quickly, to quickly, and landed awkwardly on the alter.

It tilted, fell into the bookcase. That too came toppling down. Spell books landed open on top of one another. Potions and herbs spilled everywhere, coating the books and crystals, splattering Melissa.

The room began to spin and a dark blue light emanated from her books or the potions, it was impossible to know which. She turned to run but it was too late, the glow engulfed her. She was drifting in a void, and becoming more panicked by the second.

Her feet touched ground and she stumbled and fell forward on her hands and knees. Her dagger was still in one hand and it's sheath in the other. Everything else familiar was gone and she blinked around at the trees and leaves surrounding her. What did Cody do? What the fuck did Cody do?!