by
Anaphalis
Summary: A journey of a thousand miles may start with a single step- but what happens if someone walks into you? Battousai the assassin gets transported to feudal Japan. The rest of his year isn't looking very good either. Rurouni Kenshin X Inuyasha crossover. Romance/Drama.
Chapter Summary: Battousai gets beaten by a girl. Just another day in the Warring States Era.
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Insanity is simply the realization that the impossible makes far more sense than the possible.
After the very real smoke cleared, Battousai found himself sitting on his ass, blown back about ten feet by whatever attack the woman had used when he'd drawn his sword. His sword was now lying about five feet down the road from him. All his shell-shocked brain seemed to register was that, other than a sore back, he appeared to be unhurt. The woman seemed to be even less hurt, as she was standing and walking towards him. Apparently it wasn't an illusion. For the first time since he had become an assassin, Battousai had been outmaneuvered. And now, the woman who had outmaneuvered was standing over him and... offering him a hand up?
There was a bright smile on the beautiful face of his opponent. When she leaned down, her long black hair created the illusion of a privacy screen. "You're a major improvement over my current companions. You didn't even try to attack me until I poked around in your ki. I'm Higurashi Kagome and I can tell that we're going to get along really well."
He was still completely numb when she pulled him to his feet. He noted absently that she was smaller than him. As a small man, that made her very, very small. "I'm sorry about your sword, but I don't think I damaged it. I tried to keep the blast at as low energy as possible."
People died for touching an assassin's sword. However, Battousai didn't even flinch when she handed him his blade. For the first time in his life, the assassin had found something more important to worry about than his sword. This woman had touched his ki, apparently liked his blood-filled, murder-black ki and was currently smiling at him. What the fuck kind of monster was she? And what the fuck kind of spell had she put on him that he blindly followed her when she offered to introduce him to her friends?
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A wise man once said that there are few things as truly terrifying in life as the first time that you meet your in-laws. Kagome had no plans to marry the dark-spirited stranger. But really, she could sympathize with the brief flare of panic in his eyes as her makeshift family surrounded him. They might argue amongst themselves, and even occasionally come to blows (stupid groping monk). But after three years of utter hell, the group was closer than blood relatives ever could be. They had truly been baptized in each other's blood. As a result they had done some very nasty things to strangers who had attempted harm to any member of their strange little family.
The close scrutiny of the other group members gave Kagome her own time to think on the stranger. His ki had literally appeared out of nowhere. Although, from his bewilderment, it seemed that he had believed the same thing about her. His expressions were schooled in careful blankness, but there was a brief ki-spike every time he faced one of the more... demonic members of the group. Coupled with his outfit, the type of sword he was wearing... Damn, damn, damn. "Please," she mentally begged the gods, "just this once, let me be wrong."
Nobody had spoken yet in the all-testosterone pissing/staring contest. Kagome realized, with a bit of shame, that she not only did not know the stranger's name, but she had failed to tell him the names of any of the group members. Unfortunately, she was going to have to resolve the growing dread in her stomach first.
"Excuse me sir, but have you ever used a gun?"
The red-head turned those piercing eyes on her as he replied.
"I never felt comfortable with them. I have always preferred my sword."
Oh hell. She guessed that there was nothing to do but brazen it out. Confronted by three demons, a demon exterminator and two spiritual fighters he'd probably eventually believe her.
"Well, that's probably just as well. There aren't any guns here in the early Warring States Era and a nice upstanding Meiji guy like you wouldn't want to cause problems."
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