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Futari Gekko by yukichan

Yuki, Hime of the Southern Lands

"Naraku set you up to this?" Inuyasha dodged away from Yuki's dagger easily.

"Yes! And I shall, with great honor!" She clanged her weapon against his. The note caught Yuki's attention.

"Hey! Miroku! I can read that..." Walking towards the group, dagger vanished.

Inuyasha fell towards the ground, Tetsuiga in it's uncared for shape.

"Damn you Yuki! Just changing your mood all of a sudden!" He shouted, tucking in his sword.

Inuyasha joined the group and sat grumpily. Miroku laughed, quickly hit in the head by Inuyasha's fist.

"Well...the note reads:

Maybe I can see you sometime? I just wish you weren't in love with someone else...please think about my offer, Kagome-chan.

It's not signed." Yuki finished, yawning. Her forest green eyes glared at Inuyasha, as she stood again, her black with silver lining kimono straightening. Her black raven-like plumage hair fell four inches below her shoulders. She looked of about 16 years old.

"So who the hell are you?" Inuyasha growled.

"I am Yuki, Princess of the Southern Lands, and Professional Assasin. I was going to kill you Inuyasha...but seeing that you are in...ano...need, " Yuki continued, blushing fervently as Inuyasha tucked his hands over his hard on, "I shall stay."

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Kagome ran into the woods, after Inuyasha's harsh words.

I don't care anymore! Just leave me alone! I only care about Kikyo!

Tears streamed down Kagome's face. She ran quickly, daring not to look behind her. A light glowed, and Kagome's face grimaced even more.

'Home...my era...I hope I can still catch up with Honshi...' Kagome thought.

As she was thinking, a small but thick sprig of a nearby tree's branch uplifted high enough so that Kagome tripped over it. There, on a stump where the light was shining from - was...Sesshoumaru?!

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Inuyasha's eyes blared with embarassment, and anger.

"What'd you say, witch?"

"You heard me - I don't need to repeat myself. Anyways, let's go find him." Yuki pointed towards where Kagura had flown towards the castle.

"Who...are you talking of, Yuki? And how do we know we can trust you?" Miroku asked suddenly.

Shippo followed his curiosity. "Yeah, why? And who's going to go after Kagome?"

Shippo was answered with a clump to his head by Inuyasha, and walked on to where Yuki stood.

"I am talking of Mopi. You can trust me, because I haven't killed Inuyasha." Yuki replied, and thought 'Yet...'

"Mopi?" Shippo rode Kirara, who rode atop of Sango's shoulder.

Yuki nodded once. "Yes, Mopi. He is a shapeshifter, but you can tell by his color that he is mine. All Mopikis have a unique color. Mopi's is black with silver and grey, as my kimono."

"If so...then we should be able to find him easily, " Miroku mused.

"Yes, but what is his natural form?" Sango asked, beginning to be drawn by curiosity.

"Mhmm...well, he only shows me. I don't think I should tell you...but his most favorite form is that almost exactly like Kirara."

Sango sharply looked at Yuki. "ALMOST exactly? What's the difference?"

"The difference is, " Yuki paced a little faster, getting irritated by all the questions, "that Mopi has batlike wings and can fly, as his coat are the colors of my kimono. Other than that..." Yuki trailed off.

"How come you don't smell like a full demon princess then?" Inuyasha smirked.

"Maybe because I'm NOT? I am a hanyou, fool. Same as you."

"But where are your doggy ears?" Shippo asked. Eberyone continued to walk, Miroku and Sango whispering quietly to each other.

Yuki bristled, as she replied, "I have a tail I can hide confortably in my kimono..." She thought, 'Baka...'

picking up a scent. Inuyasha had smelt the scent also...and quickly pulled out Tetsuiga, making it transform.

He loudly said, "Come out Sesshoumaru you bastard!"

INUYASHA © Rumiko Takahashi/Shogakukan • Yomiuri TV • Sunrise 2000
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