AN: I just want to apologize for taking so long to update. Also, I just want you guys to know that my writing has changed a little. I'm not really sure how much, but I'm sure it has changed. So, sorry for an inconsistencies in style. Forgive me! Enjoy and review! :3

Also, I skimmed over the previous chapters and I just wanted to rip them off of the Internet. Please excuse my horrible style and uwahh - I cannot go on about the errors that continue to mock me. I might rewrite them, with severe editing... though that isn't likely. So sorry!

They all piled out of the car, and stood on the sidewalk. It was a quaint little area - the garden in particular was cute. Miroku had this voice in the back of his mind suggest scenarios in which all of them were violated in so many ways. He had been about to mention this very fact aloud, but was stopped when Sesshoumaru suddenly started moving forward.

He had not even bothered to open the little latch for the white picket fence - rather, the white-haired youkai jumped over it. He headed straight for the door and it seemed that Miroku had only blinked to find that Sesshoumaru was gone from view.

"Uhh, you think he had to go to the bathroom real bad or something?"

Makeshift Superheroes

Chapter Seven

The Idiot

Before any of the others could make an inane remark to Miroku's comment (which Kagura was going to do - she was ready with her mouth open), there came loud yells from within the house. Kouga seemed to realize something, go oh shit inside his head, and ran forward, leaping over the fence in a similar fashion to Sesshoumaru. But it was too late.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU - "

Something big, white, and loud was tossed from the house and cursed as it sailed over their heads, straight into the path of an oncoming car. The driver of the purple van slammed on their brakes, causing a painful squealing noise that made Kagura want to rip the insides of someone out.

After the car had stopped moving, they could see the body of something with long white fur laying unmoving in the middle of the road. The whole group turned to the door, only to see Sesshoumaru standing there, flexing his fingers.

"Come inside," he informed them before turning, not really caring if they followed him in or not. Kouga had landed in a bed of flowers that looked like daisies or something and was staring, looking absolutely stunned. Then he burst out laughing.

Kagura seemed to dismiss the incident and turned towards the house, walking through the fence properly by unlatching the little gate. Sango made a step forward to the car, which was just... there. She stopped when a middle-aged woman stepped out of it, freaking out.

Kagome just watched with wide eyes. "...is that a dog?" She didn't like it when animals got hurt.

As Miroku and Sango turned to give her looks of confusion, the middle-aged woman screamed. The trio turned their head sin time to see the white lumpy mess on the street jump up to a standing position while groaning. "Stop laughing you fucker!" he shouted derisively at the house. Well - to be more direct, it seemed to be a comment towards Kouga, who was still chuckling away.

The five of them were situated in the living room. Sesshoumaru seemed to refuse to sit down and instead stood against the wall, watching the clock with disinterest. Kouga mirrored his position on an opposing wall. The three girls fit on the couch and Miroku himself took up the matching chair next to them. The room matched - it really, really matched. The color scheme was aesthetically pleasing and it made Miroku sick. No one had a perfect house like that.

It felt too fake.

What made the place less distorting was the white-haired male who was currently cussing and scowling like his life depended on it. The woman stabbing his scratches with medicine on a cotton patch seemed none too happy in her position either. Her scowl matched his. After a few more pokes with the medicine, the male seemed to have enough of it. "It'll heal by itself!" he snapped, snatching his arm away from the vicious cotton-patch stabber.

Frankly, Miroku was a little surprised that the woman was even tending to the male. The age was yet to be determined, since the mop of hair he had on his head prevented any facial features from being seen really. "You should go and make yourself more presentable then," the woman retorted. Her voice was familiar, oddly familiar... The messy looking man got up and stumbled out of the room, grumbling to himself. Sesshoumaru followed him. The woman did not mention anything and Kouga didn't either. Miroku felt it best to follow suit.

"Where's that idiot going?" Kagura muttered to herself, most likely unaware that she had spoken loud enough that everyone in the room heard her. Well, no. Scratch that. She probably knew. She probably just didn't give a damn. The woman sitting on the couch opposing them cleared her throat. And Miroku was hit with an epiphany.

"Hey, you're the voice on the disc!" Miroku pointed out with enthusiasm. The woman nodded. Now that she wasn't wearing a mask, Miroku could take a good long look at her. She wasn't ugly at all, which had been one of his amusing assumptions as to why she had worn a mask. With long straight black hair and rich brown eyes, the woman was actually quite stunning.

"My name is Kikyou. I'm here to tell you what to do next," she paused, assuring herself that she had their full attention. When it seemed that there were no wandering eyes, she continued. "You each have a specialty that no other person has, and while you may not realize it, we do. We will need to use those skills, and we will need your full cooperation."

Miroku didn't really know what to say. It seemed as though there were so much more that needed to be said, but unfortunately Kikyou had stopped talking. He glanced over at Kagura, who had a troubled expression on her face.

"What do you want from us?" A bit startled by the fact that Sango had spoken, Miroku turned and gazed at Sango with a sort of admirable look. Sango, feeling the intensity of his stare, turned and shot him a withering glare.

"I need you to agree to help us first," Kikyou replied, her voice even. She had a very authoritative posture, and didn't seem likely to break down and give in to any demands of any sort.

"What will we get out of this? Are you going to tell me where Kanna is?" Kagura blurted out, unable to hold in her question anymore. "Because, I'll be fucking damned if I do something for you and get ripped off as a result. Are we working for you? Or who else? I'm sure Naraku's somewhere behind this whole damned mess."

"You'll get what you get out of this. I cannot reveal anything to you unless you agree," she stated plainly. If Naraku was indeed somewhere behind the whole damned mess, Kikyou gave no reaction to that certain remark. However, she did stand up. "Now, please excuse me for a moment."

With that, Kikyou walked out and headed in the same general direction that Sesshoumaru had gone. After a few seconds, Kouga giggled. It was a little unnerving.

"What are you laughing about like a pansy for, you overgrown animal?" Kagura snapped, irked that she hadn't gotten any answers.

"Why don't you just shut up and listen?" was his witty retort. Still smirking, Kouga made his way and sat down on the couch that was empty. Kagura just rolled her eyes.

"I'm not a fan of eavesdropping - besides, they're not saying anything useful."

The room was silent, with Kouga grinning like an idiot and Kagura scowling like a woman scorned. Sango kept still, which Miroku thought was nothing unusual. However, he himself was getting a bit antsy. And it seemed as though Kagome was extremely uncomfortable. It didn't seem as though it had anything to do with the fact that she was sitting between someone who killed people for a living and someone who seemed to kill people for fun.

"...what are we doing here?"

Everyone in the room turned to look at Kagome, who went a little pink from all the sudden attention. "What do you mean?" Kouga asked, his eyes looking at Kagome in a way that Miroku felt was a little too inappropriate for the situation. And that was saying a lot.

"Well, what I mean is we've come all this way and yeah, I know it's not that much, but it is to me and I just don't know what we're doing right now. As long as you're not going to have us all go and shoot someone in the head - no offense Sango - then I don't see what the need is for all this weird stuff. You should just tell us straight up and see if we'll help you," Kagome blabbered on, looking as though she regretted speaking up with each passing moment. She paused, looking as though she stopped only because she ran out of breath, and added one last sentiment. "Because if we're not going to do anything, I have to go back to my life."

"As a stripper? As someone who gets no respect in what she does?" Kikyou's voice popped up from behind the wall as she strode back into the room, Sesshoumaru and a strange boy who looked kind of like Sesshoumaru. Kagura stared at the kid, her face a look of twisted amusement.

"As a person who does what she needs to get by," Kagome responded, her voice drenched in embarrassment and anger. It seemed as though Kikyou's words really got to her. "Besides, I'm sorry but the longer we've been talking about this, the more nothing makes sense to me. I don't have any specialties. I'm a seventeen-year-old who ran away from home and works at a really shady strip club! You can just go and pick up any slut off the street and get the same thing, only with more experience."

Kagome ran out of breath. Sango and Kagura were looking at her with a look of astonishment and admiration. In fact, Miroku was as well. He hadn't taken her to be such an outspoken girl. She had more guts than he had assumed.

"If you want to know why you got picked, just as him," Kikyou gestured with a hand to the boy. "He's the one who organized most of this, and he specifically picked you. Why don't you ask him?"

Kagome turned to do just that, and Miroku looked at the guy again. He had cleaned up rather well, and had the same golden eyes Sesshoumaru had. He had the same silvery-white hair that Sesshoumaru had. Only, his ears didn't look so pointy. In fact, they didn't even look human. No wonder Kagome wondered if it was a dog...

The guy just screamed 'I'M A HANYOU!!' all over the place. He scowled when he realized everyone's attention was on him. And then his face got all red. "Oh, stuff it Kikyou," he muttered angrily as he stomped his way to slump down on the couch. Miroku noticed he sat as far away from Kouga as possible.

"Hey, is that your son?" Kagura asked, a grin on her face. Sesshoumaru just stared at her.

"I'm Inuyasha," the boy with the dog ears growled out. "I'm his half-brother. And yeah, I picked you guys. Whatever. Kikyou did tell you that you each have crap that we need to use and stuff right? So, you're helping us."

"Well, you're quite the persuasive one," Miroku commented. "Might I ask if we will be compensated for our work? The fake check didn't go over too swell with us."Sango snorted, but when Miroku shot a look at her, she was staring straight ahead with interest at the wallpaper.

"Oh yeah, that," was all Inuyasha said. He cracked a grin and laughed a bit. "That was fun to do," he started but Kikyou coughed and he changed what he was going to say, "But... ah, but you will be paid. A lot. A lot. They'll be dishing out dough to you okay?"

Sango shook her head. "I want to know about the Mahoudoku."

"Me too," seconded Kagome.

"Hell, I'll do it for the money," Miroku said.

Inuyasha nodded, "Easily done." He turned to Kagura with an expectant expression. She stared back, unimpressed. Miroku had to admit, Kagura had guts. Or at least was completely insane with a disregard for others. Either way, it worked for her.

"I'll do this if you can promise me it'll get me closer to Kanna," she stated plainly, her face fierce and determined. Inuyasha didn't respond.

But Kikyou did. "I can promise you that if you agree, you'll even get to see her."

There was a look on Inuyasha's face that Miroku didn't like. But what the hey, he'd only known the man for no more than an hour. Maybe that's the way his face normally looked. With Kikyou's response, Kagura nodded once. "But, what about him?" she asked bluntly, pointing rudely in the direction of Sesshoumaru.

"You know, do I still owe you a favor for this?" Miroku cut in before the youkai could respond. He also wanted to ask why he even bothered to continue with this crazy affair if he'd already gotten what he wanted out of it, seeing as Inuyasha was sitting right there.

"What favor?" Kikyou asked, looking at the youkai.

Sesshoumaru just stared at them. "I've already agreed. We shouldn't waste any time doing this. Let's get the details discussed." Miroku felt it was a subject that shouldn't be pushed. Yeah.

Kikyou nodded. "The information you will get shall be the same, but we're going to have to go into details about your specifics in separate groups because some of it's unnecessary for your tasks. You'll be working as a group, but to save time we'll be going into different rooms. Kagome, Miroku, Kagura - if you would be so kind as to follow Kouga downstairs. Sango, Sesshoumaru - please follow me."

It was then they parted ways.

AN: I hope you liked it! I will try to get another update sometime this week.