Story type: Inuyasha and Naruto crossover.

Summary: Kagome and Shippou are unwittingly sucked into Miroku's Kazaana. And somehow, that produced the appearance of the modern time priestess in the world of a certain well known, blue-skinned, S-classed Akatsuki member.

Pairing: This is my attempt at Kisame x Kagome X Deidara. Why Kisame? I guess I just wanted something a little different… This story's probably going to be very unsuccessful and/or flamed to an immeasurable extent. Oh well... Bring it on!

Disclaimer: I am neither the owner of Inuyasha, nor the owner of Naruto.

Prologue

She hated this. She really did.

Currently, Shippou was trembling as he clung to her left shoulder with all the strength his small, childlike fingers could muster whilst she, herself, stood with a tense posture; back straight, feet firmly planted in the dirt covered ground and arms taut, aiming her arrow carefully at… nothingness.

She hated not knowing what she'll be facing. Not being informed and prepared for the imminent danger ahead. Not knowing from where the danger would be coming from.

Like every other time their small group was entering battle, her heart thumped erratically as a thousand thoughts and images rushed through her mind within the time frame of a blink of the eye. And, once again, she found herself shoving them aside to analyze later -that is, only if they were to survive whatever was heading their way.

She hated the waiting. The baited breaths. The suffocating feeling of unsureness.

Although it was comforting to know that Miroku and Sango, along with Kirara, were up in the air above her, scrutinizing the horizons with their more advantageous altitude. Sango's normally serene face ('normally' being if you didn't count the times when a certain monk would try to innocently help her brush off the invisible dirt that had suddenly found itself on her behind) had become a mask of fierceness, and Miroku's was a smooth façade that had erased itself of its usual happy-go-lucky look and twin mischievously shining orbs were now nothing more than hardened stones.

At the forefront of the formation, garbed in his customary flaming red haori, stood Inuyasha with Tetsusaiga at the ready. His ears twitched and swiveled in every which way as he tilted his head back, bringing his nose higher up in the air.

He sniffed once. Twice.

Then a low rumbling growl could be heard as his grip tightened around the tattered looking handle of his humongous sword before he uttered a name that the group knew all too well: "Naraku."

Thoughts flooded furiously past her inner barrier as she was drowned in them.

'What if we don't make it?'

'Inuyasha… I…'

'Ow! My shoulder hurts. Next time I'll have to tell Shippou to be a little more careful of his claws.'

'Will people in my time miss me?'

'I wonder if my hair doesn't look too bad; I'd at least want to leave a decently looking corpse behind.'

'Will they only remember me as the sick girl?'

'My legs feel like dead weights.'

'Maybe if I were extra pretty when I die, Inuyasha would choose my corpse over Kikyo's.'

'Next time I go home, I should bring a gun back.'

'Something's closing in behind me!'

The last thought finally succeeded in pulling her out of the torrent of nonsensical notions her frazzled nerves created as her body instinctively moved aside. Shippou let out a surprised yelp as his fingers dug even deeper into the material of her green sailor shirt.

She turned to look at her assailants, only to immediately clamp her lips firmly shut so as to stop the ramen she had earlier eaten for lunch to come out through the wrong way. Before her was a vast army of cat-sized rat youkai. They were all covered in grimy brown hairs as they milled about, their bodies squeezed against one another's, letting out squeaks through irregular intervals as they charged forward, accompanied by the Saimyoushou.

Sango and Miroku were already in action. Hiraikotsu swiftly cut through a few dozens of the youkai before being caught and re-thrown, while a substantial amount of ofudas were attaching themselves to a few random rats before being activated, purifying the unlucky rodent and its surrounding comrades. During the interval between which her mistress threw and caught Hiraikotsu, Kirara swooped down, mindful of the two humans riding her, and swiped at the grubby bodies with her large paws, each of which were adorned with what looked like incredibly long and deadly curved knives.

Inuyasha, however, paid the small youkai no mind as he was otherwise occupied with Naraku's laughing puppet who was both gloating and taunting him. The baboon-fur clad figure easily dodged the silver-haired hanyou's infuriated swings of Tetsusaiga.

"Kagome! What are you doing? Run!" Shouted a frightened Shippou rather loudly into her ear just as a band of approaching rodents threateningly snapped their jaws at them.

'Ow. My eardrum.' Nevertheless, Kagome did as the fox-child said and ran for all that she was worth, cursing herself for having forgotten to relieve herself of her bright yellow backpack and scanning the area for a beneficial vantage spot from which she could fire her arrows away without coming into harm's way. Sadly, the young miko was but a modern time human girl, and no matter how fit she was, she couldn't beat the demons that were gifted with superior speed at birth… even if they were rats.

And so, she and the auburn haired kitsune found themselves tumbling to the ground, being pinned, scratched and bitten by their chasers. Within seconds, they had been submerged within the throng of nezumi youkai and not even a glimpse of them could be seen anymore.

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Sango was tiring, he could see it, and even Kirara was slowing down in her attacks. Miroku took a second to look around them and found that all he could see was a sea of wan brown moving toward them from all sides.

'I don't have a choice. Time to finish this.'

The houshi made sure both Sango and her nekomata companion were behind him before quickly ripping the prayers beads away from his cursed hand and directing said hand at the youkai and the Saimyoushou, gritting his teeth as he felt the poison slowly entering his system. 'Mmm? What was that sound just then? I would've sworn it almost-'

"Houshi-sama! Stop!"

Sango had noticed. He had hoped that he'd be able to suck in a few more before stopping and succumbing to the poison currently pumping through his blood, but the taijiya had grabbed a hold of his arm from behind and had placed the prayer beads back to their previous position around his right hand. "You know you shouldn't use the Kazaana when there are Saimyoushou around!"

"Of course, Sango, my beloved. Whatever you say." Replied the monk with a nod of the head and a complacent look plastered on his ruggedly handsome face, violet orbs twinkling as his cursed appendage inched towards…

The demon exterminator had blushed prettily upon hearing the word 'beloved' fall from the mouth of the purple clothed man as he addressed her. Nonetheless, the reason for the redness staining her cheeks had rapidly altered from embarrassment to anger. "Houshi-sama…"

"Yes?"

A very loud slap was heard.

Miroku gingerly rubbed his cheek as he mentally congratulated himself for having prevented the taijiya from worrying, and went back to fighting with his staff and his ofudas. Remembering their silent spectator, he threw a playful wink at the saber-toothed feline whom had witnessed the entire exchange with contained mirth, and mouthed the words 'Lovely, isn't she.' before sighing wistfully.

The great neko youkai shook her head as if exasperated, before continuing the tearing through of the mass of demons while keeping a sharp eye on her mistress and the weakened hentai, making sure they didn't overtax themselves unnecessarily.

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Kagome and Shippou had both felt an unnaturally strong current of wind as they, along with the nezumi youkai who were viciously slashing at them with their claws, were pulled off of the solid ground and toward the general area where they had guessed Miroku and Sango to be.

"This… is not good." Whispered Shippou as he still clung to the teenager with one hand and used the other to perform a quick, and rather pitiful, Kitsune-bi.

"I think I realized that, Shippou." Kagome sighed, as she clenched her teeth and closed her eyes in defeat.

'Well… it looks like I won't be leaving a corpse at all.' Was the last thought that passed through her head before she felt herself being sucked into her friend's wind tunnel with the sound of Shippou's frantic screaming ringing throughout the expanse of her ear shell. Giving her one heck of an earache.