Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

All the screams, questions, and anger were crushed into tiny gasps of amazement by the scene before them, scattered in the night wind.

She looked up at the bright moon so close to her, then down at the brightly lit city below. After a long while, she finally found her voice and said incredulously, "...It must be a lie."

"Everything that happened today is true." Inuyasha waved his hand, and a transparent composite barrier spread out around him, keeping out the night wind and chill.

He sat down cross-legged, casually, and gently pulled the soft, fragrant young girl, still immersed in shock, into his arms.

Kagome's body stiffened slightly, and when her cheek touched his warm chest under his bathrobe, even her ears burned.

She instinctively tried to break free, but Yunlong shifted to the side at the right moment, causing her to lose her balance and shrink even deeper into his arms.

"Don't move around, or you'll fall."

Inuyasha's voice came down from above her head, with a lazy smile, making it impossible to tell whether it was a genuine reminder or just teasing her.

Kagome pursed her lips, wanting to say, "Stop lying, it's all your doing," but she swallowed the words back—she realized that she didn't really want to break free.

The night breeze was filtered of its chill by the barrier, leaving only a slightly cool touch when it brushed against my face.

Below me stretched the Tokyo night view, with countless lights like scattered gold spreading to the horizon.

The skyscrapers and streets are outlined by the light spots, creating layers of contours.

The entire city, bathed in the interplay of moonlight and lamplight, resembles a slowly flowing scroll painting.

Kagome unconsciously opened her mouth wide, her eyes sparkling as she followed the clusters of tiny, firefly-like lights rising from the ground, then flowing along the street's contours into the distance.

She had never seen her city from this perspective before.

"...That's amazing."

Inuyasha glanced down at her and tightened his arms around her waist slightly.

Yunlong continued to swim forward in the moonlight, carrying two people, skimming over one illuminated horizon after another.

Passing through the endless lights of Tokyo, heading west from the towering skyscrapers of the city center.

The city flows beneath my feet into view—the cranes of Yokohama Port stand like rows of silent giants, their lights shattering into shimmering golden spots on the dark water.

Further west, the streets and alleys of Nagoya unfold, where neon lights and the warm glow of houses intertwine to create a gentle halo.

Under the Kyoto night sky, the eaves of the ancient temples cast silent silhouettes in the moonlight. The lights are much sparser, yet they possess a serene beauty that has been preserved for thousands of years.

Osaka's lights, on the other hand, were much more intense, like a plain ablaze with countless points of light stretching to the horizon.

Kagome didn't close her mouth the whole way.

Her eyes followed the cities, mountains, and rivers that swept past her feet, and every new view made her involuntarily let out a soft exclamation.

Inuyasha would occasionally glance down at her, looking at her small face illuminated by the moonlight, and find that the light in her eyes was even brighter than the myriad lights at her feet.

As Yunlong crossed the Seto Inland Sea, the sea surface shimmered with a dark, silvery-gray hue in the night, with the occasional light of a ferry slowly passing by, like a star lifted up by the sea.

When we turned back east, the sky had already begun to change—a faint, pale white line peeked through the edge of the deep blue horizon.

When they arrived above Mount Fuji, the eastern sky was already tinged with a thin layer of orange-pink.

The dragon stopped in mid-air, no longer moving forward, hovering quietly as if it had a spirit, its long whiskers swaying slightly in the morning breeze.

Kagome sat up slightly, her gaze passing over Yunlong's back to the distant, slowly spreading rays of dawn.

The snow on the mountaintop was bathed in the light of the rising sun, turning a pale gold color, while the sea of ​​clouds surged like waves on the mountainside.

The whole world seemed to be just waking up from the night, gradually brightening up inch by inch.

She remained silent for a long time.

She only let out a soft breath when the sun had completely risen above the horizon, painting the sky with a soft, warm hue.

It was as if all the amazement had been transformed into this sigh, like a white mist.

Inuyasha released his hand from her waist, stood up, and held out his hand to her. "That's enough. It's time to go back."

Kagome looked up at him.

The morning light fell on his long, silvery-white hair, giving it a pale golden glow, and his golden eyes were warm and bright in the morning sun.

As she watched, a corner of her heart softened against her will.

He quickly pressed the loosened part back in, looked away, and cleared his throat.

"Don't think that I'll forgive you just because you took me on a tour of Japan."

Inuyasha smiled indulgently and said, "Yes, yes, my lady."

Kagome gave a soft hum, raising her chin slightly as if making a final statement, before finally placing her hand inside.

Inuyasha clenched his fingers together and gently squeezed them. Then, with a light tap of his toes, the two of them soared into the air, landing on Yunlong's back and disappearing into the morning breeze, heading towards the shrine bathed in the early sunlight in the distance.

When they landed back in the courtyard of Higurashi Shrine, Kagome was already asleep.

Her head rested against Inuyasha's shoulder, her breathing even and deep, the wisps of hair on her forehead slightly damp with morning dew, and her cheeks still flushed from a night of excitement.

The half-demon looked down at her for a moment, but did not wake her. He simply adjusted his position to make her lean more steadily, and then nimbly leaped into her room through the second-floor window.

Inuyasha placed Kagome on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, glanced at the calendar on the table with a wicked smile, reached for the alarm clock, and set the time.

The next second, the bell rang.

Kagome suddenly opened her eyes. Before her pupils could fully focus, she saw the silver-white figure by the bed holding an alarm clock, a familiar, infuriating smile on his lips.

"Inu-Yasha-!"

She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, her voice hoarse and irritated from being woken up, "It's Sunday today—!"

"I hate you—!"

Kagome pulled the blanket over her head, turned over, leaving Inuyasha by the bed with only his curled-up, puffed-up back of his head.

"Kagome, see you next time."

Inuyasha put the pillow back at the foot of the bed, glanced at the small figure wrapped up like a sushi roll, and then turned and left.

He walked down the stairs and just turned the corner when he saw his little brother peeking out from the corner of the corridor.

Higurashi Sota was wearing pajamas, his hair sticking up in a tuft from sleeping, and he was holding a plush toy in his arms, staring at him.

Inuyasha waved to Kusata, who, without flinching, came running over.

"Let's go get breakfast together."

In the kitchen, Kagome's mother served breakfast—steaming hot rice, miso soup, grilled fish, and a small dish of pickled vegetables.

Inuyasha sat down at the table, thanked him, and then picked up the bowl without ceremony.

After finishing the last bite, he put down his chopsticks, looked up, and said, "Auntie, thank you for your hospitality. I have some things to do these next few days, but I'll come to see you again in a few days."

Kagome's mother was tidying up the stove when she heard this and turned around. "Yes, be careful when you're out alone. Don't go hungry."

"rest assured."

Inuyasha stood up, took two steps towards the kitchen exit, then turned his head to glance at the girl's boudoir at the top of the stairs.

He withdrew his gaze, stepped out of Higurashi Shrine, and walked onto the streets of Tokyo.

Inside the Prime Minister's residence, Inuyasha walked through the corridor, and several guards were caught off guard and collapsed to the ground with their hearts shattered.

This world is like the end of the Dharma era, where all kinds of monsters have either perished or are in a deep slumber, and there is not much to worry about regarding the extraordinary.

However, the objective reality of public security, as well as the diversity of the human species, will always lead to all sorts of messy accidents.

A short while later, Inuyasha looked down at the "Tama" kneeling before him, asked him some questions, and then appeared in several large, secluded mansions in Tokyo.

The Chinese, the tycoons, and all other forces capable of influencing this country are forced to kneel before them.

In the face of true superhuman abilities, these humans are no different from ants.

Power, wealth, and connections—those things revered in the world—are nothing more than a thin layer of dust that can be blown away by the wind in the face of absolute power.

If it weren't for the sweet and soft girl making him restrain his strength, Inuyasha felt he would eventually follow the path of Sesshomaru in his early days.

View all things as dust.

"...It's time to strike a good balance between strength and mentality."

Inuyasha sat leaning against the eaves deep within the noble mansion, holding a newly compiled roster of factions in his hand, his gaze falling on a small note in one of the lines.

Under the snow.

An obscure local councilor family, caught in the cracks between local politics and the business world.

Neither noble nor powerful, he occupies only a few strokes on the roster.

But it was precisely these three unremarkable words that made Inuyasha raise an eyebrow.

"...Heh, this world is worth exploring more of."

He stretched and said, "But now that I've finished my business, I should head back."

When Inuyasha returned to the cauldron, the afternoon sun was setting from the horizon, casting a faint glow on the deep walls of the furnace.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the edge of the furnace, feeling the earth's energy flowing smoothly within it.

Everything is normal?

Inuyasha turned around and saw Kikyo standing a few steps away.

With her arms crossed over her chest, the hem of her white robe and crimson trousers fluttered in the mountain breeze.

Her pretty face had little expression, but a thin layer of coldness lingered between her brows. Her gaze was fixed on him, as if waiting for him to confess something.

He didn't need to guess to know—the priestess had probably discovered Kaguya's affair.

Given Kikyo's personality, she prefers to avoid trouble. She would likely meet me, coldly say "You know what you're doing," and then turn and leave.

But of all people, she came looking for me.

This indifferent, waiting-for-to-speak attitude was what really made Inuyasha uneasy.

'Kamikuya probably got a little carried away; I'll have to teach her a lesson next time.'

Inuyasha's thoughts raced. Just as Kikyo's lips parted slightly, he reached into his robes, took something out, and handed it to her.

It was a perfectly round piece of jade, gleaming with a warm and pure luster in the sunlight, the light flowing slowly along its surface.

Kikyo's gaze fell on the precious jade, and her parted lips stopped.

She tilted her head slightly, as if unsure of what she was seeing. Her slender eyebrows lifted gently, and the coldness in her eyes was replaced by genuine surprise. Her voice unconsciously softened.

"The Shikon Jewel?"

How did you find it?

'Stolen from his concubine.'

After thinking this through in his heart, Inuyasha straightened his expression and said seriously.

“Through the Mirror of Time, I discovered an alternate dimension that belongs to our future. The Shikon Jewel carried a part of your soul and was reincarnated as a girl.”

"Reincarnation? A young girl?"

Kikyo frowned, lifting her gaze from the Shikon Jewel to Inuyasha's face, as if trying to discern the truth in his words. "Then you didn't bring that girl back?"

“They have families over there, why would I do that kind of thing?”

Inuyasha shrugged and casually stuffed the Shikon Jewel into his pocket. "I still need the Shikon Jewel, so I won't give it to you."

Kikyo glanced at him, but didn't reach out to take it, or even look at him again.

She has never been obsessed with the Shikon Jewel. Guarding it back then was just her duty. Now that the shackles have been removed, she is even less willing to touch that thing again.

"Just don't use it for anything bad."

After she finished speaking, she immediately changed the subject, her tone as if a thin layer of water had frozen over, her voice falling coldly.

"You've entrusted Kaguya to me, so am I allowed to take care of her?"

Inuyasha instinctively sensed the chill, straightened his back a bit, and answered quickly and decisively, "Yes, of course I can!"

"That's good."

Kikyo said something indifferently and lowered her arm. Inuyasha, seeing this, didn't wait for a second word.

He took a few steps forward, stretched out his arms, and pulled the priestess into his embrace.

This is a different feel from Kagome's.