Date with Destiny

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha


The girls had been escorted from the great hall by ten well built body guards, or as how Sango had referred to them 'the meatballs that sprouted a head, legs and arms', to the security room. They were then escorted by the female officers, to the showers and given a change of clothing-extra maid's uniform. Kaede, Kikyo's younger sister is also there. After changing to the supplied maid's uniform all five girls were escorted back to the security room. They were being held in a square gray walled room, 6m by 6m in length. There was a rectangular table, an over head lamp that swings, and seven chairs.

“I'm betting my twitching ass that's not reserved for the seven dwarfs.” remarked Sango drily.

Bite.

Gnaw.

Bite.

“If you don't quit that nail biting of yours, I'll bite off your stubby youkai fingers!” grumbled Sango.

“It's a nervous habit ok! Besides we're dealing with Sesshoumaru-dono here. Look at me I'm sooo friggin stressed my titties are pokin outta my blouse.” whined Ayame.

“That's not freakin stress. Maybe your small brain is mistaking horniness to stress.” yawned Kaede. “I saw the way ye eyeballed the 'package' of the Big Bad-ass Wolf.”

“Kaede!” scolded Kikyo and Kagome.

“Well tis true! I bet ya, even her ticks are as stiff as a...”

Turning to Kaede and Sango, Ayame angrily interrupts, “listen tweedle dee and tweedle dumb, me and my 'ticks' wouldn't be shtting our pants right now, if the both of you grew half a brain and never came up with this kamikaze disaster to begin with!” snapped Ayame.

“Temper! Temper! What could have crawled up your mangy butt and made ye all crabby?” remarked Kaede.

“A shtty little long haired blood sucking tick with your face on it.” screamed Ayame, lunging fully at the sitting Kaede. Only Sango's quick reflexes halted the ookami's advance. Kaede however seemed unperturbed, continuing to rock her chair in it's hind legs. She tilted her head slightly towards the painted mural adjacent to the door.

“I think they're watching us through that picture on the wall.” cautioned Kaede. Since she had been in the hotel's employment, she was aware of security procedures. “It's designed like a portrait but it's actually a one way mirror.”

“Who do you think will interrogate us?” Asked Kagome nervously. “You don't think they'll be keeping us here longer do you? I don't want mom to worry.”

“We'll be out soon Kagome-chan, don't worry.” reassured Sango.

“Alright look, they'll be coming here playing the good cop and bad cop routine. We need a plan on how best to handle this.” explained Kaede.

“Kaede is right as much as it pains me to say so. We need a good reason to explain what we were doing in the ventilation shaft.” added Kikyo.

“You were all strippers specializing in bondage and accidentally crashed onto the wrong party by mistake?” smirked Kaede gyrating her seated hips.

“YOU LITTLE SHORT SHT!” screamed a held down Ayame. “I ought to pop off one of your legs! It was your knuckle-head plan that plastered our asses in this sht hole!” Sango had to forcibly subdue the infuriated ookami.

Covering her ears, Kagome pleads “can we please discuss this without obscenities, like the mature intelligent women we all are.”

“I have one!”offered Sango strapping the struggling Ayame to her chair. “You (pointing to the yawning Kaede) be sporty spice, Kikyo can be posh spice, Kagome can be baby spice, I'll be scary spice and Ayame can be ginger spice.”

“Hey why can't I be scary spice?” protested Ayame.

“Coz you're not 'scary', your 'CRAZY', besides you n ginger spice got the same colored hair.”

“What the hell? We are not starting a friggin band you brain-dead idiots! In a few minutes we could all end up in jail!” snapped an irritated Kikyo.

“Hey, don't fire the chef before tasting the menu!” snapped Sango.

“Heh?”gawked Kagome.

“Sango, that sounds as stupid as your lame-ass plans.” huffed Ayame.

“There was a reason why I gave us the nicknames. It has to do with our roles, which we have to stick to in order to get out of this mess. Kagome, you're baby spice because, if they interrogate you, you'll plead ignorance and we'll do the answering. You're too easy to read in facial expressions you'll give us away. Kikyo, you're posh spice. Your family's background apart from the shrine life, is law. So you jump in when they start ratting on about our rights and stuff. You're upper class snob mob material, doctoring in the field of bitch-ass glares, (laughs maniacally).. if all else fails you can threaten to curse their dcks or balls to shrivel up. Just chant some made up sutra or something. Trust me they'll be pissing their pants.”

“God knows, she be scaring me shtless sometimes, when she gives me 'the look'.” Kaede adds, demonstrating one of Kikyo's looks. Kikyo returns 'the look' back to her but says nothing. “See what I mean?”Kaede retorts.

“Kaede, you're sporty, coz we all know you're into sports stuff, you can divert their questions with brainless-couch potato, comments from sports since you're into those sport shows. I'll try to intimidate them.” continued Sango flexing her biceps.

“That should come naturally.” snickered Ayame.

“Ha ha, hardy-freakin-ha! My tummy is cramping from all the laughing.. no wait it's a bowel movement coz of your dumb ass comment.”remarked Sango.

“What about me what should I do?” asked Ayame.

“Hmm.. You are our secret and most powerful weapon.. You're to distract them, so that they can't gather their thoughts together. Ginger spice was pretty outspoken and energetic. You can jump around, do cartwheels all sorts of outrageous stuff, if push comes to shove... flash em your tits... better yet, flash em your sexy thonged ass and wiggle it to their face.” replied Sango casually.

“Oh hell no! No friggin way will my kawaii thonged ass be leaving the security of my skirt!”

“Speaking of skirts. I bet that pervert was the one responsible for this!”gritted out Sango.

They were interrupted when the door suddenly opened revealing a smirking Kouga and a flush faced Ryokan. Almost immediately, Ayame who is sitting adjacent to the door, does a 'Sharon Stone leg crossover' revealing her neon pink thong in mid-cross over.

Licking her lower lip she purrs languidly. “Like what you see?” batting her eyelashes repeatedly.

Sango slaps her forehead loudly. Kagome and Kikyo sigh heavily. Kaede rolls her eyes, 'poor guy probably mentally scarred for life.'

Kouga shudders audibly. “Disturbing.” he remarks as his toes curl in disgust. As he sits down on the closest seat to the table (and as far away from Ayame as possible) Ryokan clears his throat.

“Errr... uh.. ladies please place your seats around the table.” instructed Ryokan. He took out a pad of paper the same size as his large hands and a pen. “Now, shall we begin?”

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“You god-damn bastard! Where have you taken them?” demanded Inuyasha, bursting into Sesshoumaru's office.

“Inuyasha, it is security protocol to have them processed in the gray room. You should know that full well, seeing as how you have been there numerous times under differing circumstances.” replied Sesshoumaru not looking at Inuyasha, opting instead to gaze across the numerous sky scrapers that dot the horizon.

“Did you at least see them and talk them first before they were dragged into the security room?” the hanyou persisted.

“Why would this Sesshoumaru bother with such trivial affairs of security? They knowingly ruined a celebration held in my honor. The panic they instigated caused much a scandal which will in the papers by early tomorrow.”

“You jackass! It's not like it was already ruined, they just livened it up little. And don't tell me that you didn't enjoy it when they blew up that fugly creation that could've passed for someone's blowup doll.”

Sesshoumaru turned his amused gaze to his half-brother. “Perhaps a thanks is in order.. I will stop by later.” he smirked reminiscing about the cake fiasco. Jakotsu, the cake's creator or maestro, as he referred to himself, had fainted on the spot at the destruction of his so called 'masterpiece'. “I will have you know the creator of that abomination fainted.”

“Fainted my ass, he was just looking for an excuse to kiss someone's butt ugly face! Lately, he's been sniffing around Hiten a lot. Keh! I think gay lord has more canine power than me. By the way before you stop by the security office, just make sure that I'm there with you.”

“For what reason little brother?”

“None in particular, just.. uh. What the fckin hell are you glarin at me for?”

“This Sesshoumaru need not explain anything to you.” replied the western lord drily.

“Keh! We'll see, just hope you bring a padded cushion. That frost-bit ass of yours might break if you land on it too hard.”

“Your added insults overshadow a truth. Pray tell, humor this Sesshoumaru, of what significance are those girls that you berate a person of higher station than yourself?” enquired the young lord, his quick mind surmising that Inuyasha is hiding or planning something.

“Uh.. n..nothing! Get off my case aniki! Just be there.” the hanyou retorted slamming the door abruptly behind him.

“Hai something is indeed amiss otouto.” he whispered narrowing his eyes at the door.

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“Oh friggin hell! My god damn brain is about to implode!” whined Ayame.

“What brain? You didn't answer one freakin question out of a zillion questions that they were bombarding us with. All you did was carry on provocative poses fit for a triple X porno flick!” replied Sango resting her head on the table.

“Me thinks ye be mistaken Sango-chan. Werewolf-girl has got brains.. look it's clinging onto her long nose hair ... no wait.. (fake gasp).. or it could be a buggerrrr!”

Panicking Ayame flips out her compact mirror. “AARRRRGGGHHHH! Why didn't anyone tell me I had a bugger the size of my fist dangling on my nose?”

“Why should we? We be enjoying the show, I'm sure Kouga-sama also zero-ed in on your green friend.” chuckled Kaede.

“You think this is funny? Why don't I shove you up my nose you shtty little snot!” screamed Ayame.

“Enough!” declared Kikyo standing up from her seat. “You're both asphyxiating yourselves with all your childish ways.”

“Ass-fck what? Kikyo, speak the hell up in the English we understand if you want us to keep conversating with you.”

Kikyo rolls her eyes in frustration.

“We need to escape from here.”

“What? Sango you can't be serious! What are we going to do pick through the concrete with my nail file?” asked Kagome sarcastically. “We're in enough trouble already my head's spinning from all this I just want to get things sorted and go home.”

“Kagome-chan, gomen! That's what we all want to do. But as the security guys pointed out, there's the matter of 'damages' and tresspassing that must be dealt with.” sighed Sango.

“Our family can take care of the damages, but I have to speak with tousan to get us out of this mess.” stated Kikyo. “Perhaps if we or at least one of us could escape I can get a message to tousan.”

“No words necessary just tell me where to strike with my claws.” said Ayame.

Kagome strangely enough felt some weakness in the wall facing the south. “Here Ayame, strike here.” she instructed.

The door suddenly burst open, a grinning Miroku enters the room. “Sesshoumaru-dono will be coming here in a few moment.” he said as he again exited.

“Damn pervert always spell bad news to me.” screamed Sango. Kaede for once was shaking in fear, “Dog-girl dig faster! I don't care how, chew the concrete with your fangs if you have to, I will not stay here and risk his anger. Bend your freakin ass and dig faster be ye like a rabid mongrel on crack!” Kaede unties her hair and whips Ayame on her butt with the cord. “That's it, move yer furry ass!” her sudden whip, flicked at the corner of Ayame's eyeball. Ayame rears back.

“My eyes! You friggin whipped my eyes with your pitch-fork tail you hell spawn!” cried Ayame reaching for Kaede. Kaede's foot unbeknown st to the ookami was on hem of her short skirt. With Ayame's sudden lunge the back part of her skirt was ripped off. The pink-eyed Ayame swipes at the retreating Kaede cutting through the flimsy french maid uniform blouse to skirt. The cord still in Kaede's hands whips back and flicks at the rocking Sango making her yelp as she falls on her ass along with the chair. Ayame blindly stumbles on top of Sango. Meanwhile, Kaede trips over Sango's fallen form and gets catapulted backwards, intent on not falling she accidentally grabs Kikyo's and Kagome's blouse right in the centre where their v-necked french maid outfit dips low.

Ripping fabric was heard, as the Kaede proceeds to fall backwards taking along with her half the blouse of Kikyo and Kagome.

“That's it! We need to do something! He'll be here any minute and we're all acting like a bunch of jackasses! How are we supposed to get away now we're all practically naked?” cried Kikyo.

“We'll exit in one single file. Sango, since you're the only one still in one piece you take the front, Kikyo you're next, Kaede will be in the middle since she's worse off than all of us. I'll be behind her and Ayame could be in the rear.”

“And who's gonna cover my rear? My ass is glowing like a pink neon sign in Vegas!”

“Just walk backwards!” snapped Kaede.

“Can you pick a lock with your claws?” asked Kagome to Ayame.

“No but I can sure demolish that lock.” she answered slyly.

Making her way to the door it only took one clean swipe of her claws before the entire door knob was loose.

“Freedom!” cried an elated Kikyo with a look of utter triumph.

“Pipe down brave-heart! We'll lose it soon enough if your over dramatic ass goes for an encore.”

“Shut up!”

“Quickly! Form the freakin line!” murmured Sango agressively.

Having form the line each girl covered the other in an act to preserve their modesty. They trudged on medium pace.

“Sht! Sango, change direction, you stupid ass. I can smell human guards coming this way.” whispered Ayame. 'Fck! She doesn't hear me'. “Kagome tell the fck-wit brat to tell Kikyo to tell Sango to change directions. Guards are coming in this way.”

“You're kidding me?”

“Just pass it on!” gritted out Ayame.

“Kaede, tell Kikyo there's guards coming up, we need to get our freakin asses out of the way. Don't ask questions just whisper it to your sister.”

“Kyo-neechan, we're friggin outta the way. Guards coming up our asses! Don't delay pass it to Sango.”

“Sango! Friggin guards ...(thinking hard).. Fcking up our asses.” repeated Kikyo.

Sango halts abruptly. She had heard inaudible whispers a while back.

“What are you fck-wits yapping about?” she asked putting both hands on her hips.

“Hey you! What are you all doing here?” shouted one guard.

“Sht! Everyone double time!” commanded Sango. The 'conga' line ran in sync, “asses up! We need to pick up the pace. Left. Right. Left. Right.” Darting through the meander of corridors trying to lose the shouting guards. Ayame breaks away, irritated at the slow pace.

“Hey! Get back in line! The ass doesn't come before the head! You really are a dumb ass!” yelled Kaede.

“At least my dumb ass won't be slowed down by your lanky legs ya little short sht!” retorted Ayame.

“What about your ass? You do know that you're intentionally mooning the guards with that saggin butt of yours.”

“The only thing saggin in here is them M n M-size breasts of yours! Remind me to glue my colored contacts tonight so I can give you a proper sized bra tomorrow ya dot-breasted scare-crow!” huffed Ayame running mid pace to keep up with the line.

“Shut the hell up! Don't make me bitch slap the both of you!.. There! There's a door open!” puffed Sango.

“Stop all of you! Especially the hooker-exhibitionist drag queen in a horrible pink thong!”

“That's MISS hooker slash exhibitionist to you, you cross-eyed retard!” screeched Ayame turning around slightly to give them the finger.

The disjointed line hurried in the open door, locking it securely behind them then putting their ears on the door they listened for the passing of the guards. Kaede let her tattered clothes drop to the floor. Kikyo and Kagome let go of the front part of their blouses, as Ayame let her split skirt drop to the floor. The listened carefully, their panting breaths and heaving chests wrack their tired forms.

“You think we lost them?”

“God I hope so! I wanna dck slap that stupid fck with the first dck I can get my hands on!” fumed Ayame.

“Well by all means... (all girls turn around and let out a startled gasp)... use Miroku's” grinned Kouga as his eyes trail the length of Kagome's body. His chest rumbles in a low growl seductively.

“Oh god! I want YOU!” the tired Ayame suddenly flings herself at the startled ookami prince.

“Stop raping him you hormoned-charged bitch!” growled Inuyasha carefully keeping his head turned side ways so as not to see their state of undress. “Here.” he took off his haori and held it to Kikyo, who took it gratefully.

“I have no coat to lend you beautiful woman, but if you agree to give bear me a child. I'll gladly drape myself over your luscious body.” murmured Miroku in a husky voice.

“Why don't I just skin you alive and boot your ever lecherous ass!” taunted Sango.

“What is the meaning of this?” demanded a cold commanding voice in the opposite door.

“Oh my god! Yyou!” gasped Kagome stepping forward. After a brief pause, reality hits her in the head remembering her state of undress. “You god-damn HENTAI!” she screamed picking up the closest object in her reach which happened be a round solid mass of jade, on a decorative stand.

“Wench! You will pay for disrespecting this Sesshoumaru's person!” in a split second, he was straddling her, his claws glowing green close to her frightened face.

He stops.

Blinks once.

Twice, then gets up off of her. Wordlessly, he dumps her over his shoulder fireman style the proceeded to walk silently back the way he came with a shocked Kagome slung over his right shoulder.

“God damn ice age inu! That's twice this life-time that frigid ass brother of yours took my woman away from me.” cursed Kouga trying to pry off a clinging Ayame. “Peel yourself off me you parasitic leech! Fckkkkkk!” his screams echoed through the corridors.