A/N: Last year I tried my hand at The Magic Tree House for an InuYasha crossover. I am now pleased to present an InuYasha and Bailey School Kids mix. The Adventures of the Bailey School Kids was the first chapter book series that got me reading, with its blend of a bit of mystery and plenty of comedy it was hard to resist. For those unfamiliar with the series, BSK is about a group of third-graders who follow the format of each book's traditional summary: "There are some pretty weird grownups living in Bailey City, but could the new [insert mundane local occupation] really be a [insert fantastic creature/anachronistic figure]. The Bailey School Kids are going to find out!"

And, without further ado, let's find out.

Chapter 1: The New Sensei

The firecracker colors of autumn leaves littered the schoolyard when Howie, Liza, Melody, and Eddie ran to see what was posted for this semester's club sports. The usuals, like basketball, hcokey, and volleyball, were up while the favorites – baseball and soccer – wouldn't be open until next year.

"Same ol' same ol'," Eddie groused. "I want to try something different this year!"

"Why don't you try dancing?" Liza suggested with a giggle.

"Not that different." Eddie adjusted the baseball cap he always wore backward, tugging it closer over his red hair.

"Wow! What about that one?" Howie pointed to a poster that showcased someone in full body armor. His helmet had a mask rowed with tiny bars so you couldn't see his face, but if the large bamboo sword in hands of the illustrated combatant was anything to by it was clear he meant business.

"What's 'ken-dō'?" Melody asked, pronouncing the word carefully as she studied the poster's brief description.

"Haven't you seen any samurai movies?" Howie exclaimed. "This is the modern-day version of their art!"

"Says it's 'an athletic adaptation' of it," Melody corrected, tracing her finger under the exact wording on the advertisement.

"Either way, you get to swordfight!" Eddie whooped, already taking a ruler from his backpack and slashing the air. "That sounds different and cool!"

"Sounds dangerous." Liza wrung her hands.

"Nah, it's okay. We don't use swords like they do here." Howie snickered and held up a Japanese comic book. The cover featured a boy with long white hair and dog ears swinging an oversized blade.

"Okay, I think that would be illegal!" Melody laughed. "You better not read too many of those things, or you'll start believing them. Remember that year when we thought Mrs. Jeepers was actually a vampire?"

Howie laughed. "Hey, I wasn't the only one!"

Eddie rolled his eyes. "I would hope that since we're in the sixth grade now, all you guys would be over that kind of stuff."

"And she scared you. Remember?" Melody punched Eddie in the arm.

Eddie grumbled, but he didn't say anything. For all his loud talk about his friends only seeing things in ordinary people, he never did mention what happened that first time with Mrs. Jeepers. He was just glad to be out of her class now.

"Look, we're over all that kiddy stuff. And I never believed it. One time you thought our soccer coach was a zombie!" Eddie teased, sticking his arms out and lurching forward. Liza squirmed as he headed for her. Eddie guffawed. "Oh, or that time the baseball coach was a mummy. That was rich!"

"I-I didn't really believe it," Liza stammered, her face going red.

"Well, whatever you guys think," Howie pulled a pen from his backpack, changing the subject, "I'm signing up for kendo."

"Hey, if I get to swing something that looks like a lightsaber, count me in." Grabbing the pen, Eddie scrawled his name under Howie's on the kendo signup sheet.

"Pass it here when you're done." Melody put her name down. "Hey, Liza, are you joining us?"

Liza didn't like the idea of fighting, but it was a martial art, so you didn't really have to hurt anyone, right? Besides, her friends were doing it, too. "Okay."

Melody wrote Liza's name for her, filling the last available space on the sheet. But just as she dotted the "i," a sharp autumn chill whistled through the schoolyard. As if blown in by the wind itself, a tall young man rounded the corner. He was dressed casually – slacks, a white collared shirt, and a leather jacket with a snowy, furry lining – but his shock of white hair kept him from appearing anything but ordinary. It was trimmed short, tapering at the nape of his neck, and pale bangs sprang out in front, almost sheltering his eyes.

He didn't look very old either. He could've passed for someone's older college brother. Except Melody hadn't seen anyone with eyes like that before. Only dogs and wolves. His face would have looked plain, a smooth pale sort of color, if it weren't for the striking pair of golden eyes that narrowed right at the sixth-graders.

Howie shivered, caught off guard by the menacing vibe this guy from nowhere radiated. "W-who are you?"

The man reached for the kendo sign-up sheet. "The instructor." In one sharp jerk of the wrist, he ripped the sheet from under the pushpins. All four of the kids jumped, but he paid no mind. Calmly, as if his actions hadn't been at all violent and sudden, he walked back to the main office. His strong voice carried behind him, sounding like nothing less than a command. "Lessons begin Monday."

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A/N: See you all Monday!