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Here I am with the very delayed chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Vocaloid, they belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Crypton Media. I'm gonna try some beef ramen later.

"I don't get it," Kagome said. "Every time I take Miku with me down the well, I find myself alone on the other side."

"Maybe she should go alone," Shippo suggested.

"Tried that already."

"But she's a modern human," Inuyasha said, "and she came out of the well. But she can't go back?"

"Even with the shards she can't go back."

"I'm sorry for all the trouble, guys," Miku said sadly. "But maybe I can stay here. I'm pretty handy with ancient Japanese stuff. Although there goes my singing career, and all those people I'll be leaving behind."

"Unless they come here, too," said Sango. "Can you remember what you were doing before y―"

She suddenly stiffened.

*whack*

"Ah, nothing gets past you, my dear Sango," Miroku mused, his face dominated by a bright red hand print.

Miku, who was by now used to this, ignored the moment and instead answered Sango's question.

"I don't really remember. Um... I think we were shooting a video?"

"Oh? Where?"

"In a shrine."

"Our shrine?"

"I think so. The old man there just let us in."

Kagome sighed in response. "Silly grandpa."

"If you're famous, then shouldn't Kagome know about you?"

"Um, well, I kind of recognize her," Kagome mumbled, "I'm not one to be updated with these kinds of things, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Kagome. We're famous with otakus mostly."

"Oh, I guess that makes sense... wait, we?"

"Yeah. The Vocaloids are a whole bunch of people."

"Do you all have weird hair?" Inuyasha asked with raised eyebrows.

"I suppose. One of us has white hair, like you."

"Wannabe."

"Sit."

"Uwaaagh!"

Miku giggled at their bickering.

"Hey Miku, wanna go and talk to Kaede?" Kagome offered happily, as if a 150-pound half-demon didn't just crash face first into the ground before her. "Maybe she knows why you can't go back."

"Sure."

The two girls left chatting happily. They were long gone when Inuyasha's nose suddenly began to twitch.

"What is it, Inuyasha?"

"More humans."

"Humans? Like, plural?"

But Inuyasha had already set off toward the well.

When they reached the well, a young teenager with bright yellow hair tied up in a ponytail was climbing out.

That was when Miroku rushed to the youth, grabbed two yellow-nail-polished hands and said, "Would you care to bear my children?"

The teenager's face went blank, then red. Sango stepped forward to hit him, but surprisingly someone had already beaten her to it.

"You disgusting pedo gay perv!" yelled a girl who looked like the identical twin of the first visitor.

Miroku, who was startled for a second, grabbed the girl's hands.

"Would―"

*whack*

It was unsure as to whose hand knocked him out, because he fell to the ground with two bright hand prints on his face.

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away, Sesshomaru awaited his doom as a dark figure loomed over him.

...just because we all love torturing pubescent boys like Kagamine Len.

As for the 150-pound comment, I just wrote that on impulse without considering if it was an approximate weight for someone like Inu.

I'm really in touch with my lazy side now, so I'm really sorry if I don't reply to anyone.

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Still haven't written chapter four in my notebook in blue ink. I should go work on that this week.

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