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Both So Alone	By : elegyenigma Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 916 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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My first InuYasha fic. And my first
Cross-over style fic. To keep it safe, I merely used a crossover
involving my story rather than another anime or book or whatever.
...Ok, it's also largely due to the part I have a million more
stories that I need to finish, and I really can't make it too hard on
myself, lest I REALLY start slacking.

Since no part of my original story
exists yet on AFF, I'll give you a quick rundown.

The modern day in my story is 2033 AD.
The US is no more, replaced with the United Continent of Aserethia.
“One world under Japanese rule” fans keep your hands in
your pockets, it's merely the aftermath of a second American
revolution that results in all of North America becoming united under
a single banner originally of American background. The Aserethian
government runs under Informed Republic law, and it's best word of
description is Idealism. Aserethia is the undisputed world
superpower, technologically mighty beyond the advances of any other
nation. Long story short, not everyone is happy with this, at least
not foreigners. A massive unity starts for the sole purpose of
eradicating Aserethia, starting with its European Union allies,
called the Unity of the Reaching Hand. Big war, lots of deaths, boom
boom ka-boom-ba-boom, deathbloodslaughter. You get it. The
Aserethians have been pioneering new technologies. One of them is
the Supercollision system, which has many potential applications,
from crushing space-time matter so you can literally defy the laws of
physics (as in, the interior of a structure can be bigger on the
inside than the outside shows possible), to being able to warp
through space-time itself by means of extra-dimensional travel via
compression of the universe. Long story short, you can travel time
with it.

THAT'S the point I was trying to make.
Before you ask as well, the characters from my story are a group of
volunteers to test the extra-dimensional travel properties. While
the characters who did this in my story are different, for
amusement's sake as well as a possible stress relief for me, they'll
be members of my Black Ops Commando Forces (Aserethian special forces
unit, literally the best of the best). For once, just once, I think
I shall not have Enigma be in this story.

With no further delay on my part
tolerated, let's get this cannon loaded.

“Supercollision systems
powering up...on-line now, sir.”

“Projection field 3.47 cubed,”
said a tall, skinny man with receding white hair, thin glasses, and
piercing blue eyes. Professor Hugo Melbourne, the brilliance behind
the Supercollision system. He stood leaning over a brass bar, one
that separated him from the plexiglass between the control room and
the so-called “warp room.” It was a nickname, little
else; this particular feature of the Supercollision system hadn't yet
been tested fully. In honesty, everyone was nervous. The tracking
beacon they had warped using this system had survived the trip and
appeared EXACTLY where it was supposed to, with an error rate of only
the diameter of an atom. The radiation levels had been standard
background...the Supercollision process had not crushed the sensor
and reshaped it, as a previous concern had been. To collapse matter
and anti-matter around a living being, however...was not child's
play. The only volunteers for this had been five of the special
Black Ops commandos from the Gemini Division of the Aserethian
military...no one else was crazy enough to do this. The Black Ops
were a special kind of crazy, though...you had to be crazy to put
your life in such high-risk situations as they did untold-of times.

“Keep the projection field at
that size and level. How you boys holdin' up in there?”

The men were all equipped with full
and total battle gear. The belief had been that being packed into
their full-body armor suits would at least help to protect them from
any unknown problems or errors. This was also to test the bio- and
physical mass distortion effects that the Supercollider could handle.
To complete this, the commandos had all been given their rifles.
This would also test a number of theories, including if the
plasma-energy and the plasma-pulse weapons could be transferred
without the curious properties of the plasma itself being shunted
into space without the magnetic “envelopes” that
contained them holding them in place, since the magnetic field would
be completely distorted by the Supercollision process.

So many things could go wrong...

“We're good, sir. Just waitin'
for a simple push of a button to be the thing that finally kills us,”
the highest ranking of the group, 1^st Lt. Axaro “Ax”
Kennar, joked from behind the helmet he wore over his head. The
battle suits were powered by compressed hydrogen fuel cell fusion
systems. They were an oddly shimmery black, and in some ways could
be considered beautiful in an almost alien way. Smooth and rounded,
they covered the entire body, 100%. The parts where movement was
needed in any way was covered not by the hyper-strong
titanium-chramatium armor plating, but was instead covered in
elastasteel. A specialized gel separated the body from the armor,
making it comfortable and resistant to heat. The helmets covered the
entire head, and the visors were reflective on the outside, so they
could see out, but nobody could see their faces. This was to prevent
blinding from explosions and flash grenades, and high luminosity. It
also made it impossible to see their faces. It had a psychological
impact on any who were going against them.

Professor Melbourne would agree...it
was rather unnerving.

“Alright. We're gonna hit it.
You boys ready?”

“Ready as we'll ever be.”

“Alright. Here goes,”
the professor said, reaching down and flipping a switch, pushing up a
lever, and pushing a button. With a strange sort of humming sound,
the room on the other side of the plexiglass wall went bright white,
pitch black, there was a loud crack of thunder, and suddenly it was
as if the commandos had never been there at all.

Axaro felt a strange feeling all
over, a tingling in his extremities, a profound sense of intense
vertigo that would have even the most experienced roller coaster
enthusiast throwing up, the world went white, black, multicolored,
pitch black again, and suddenly, they were...in the middle of a
forest. NOT where they'd been originally intended to arrive. The
other four commandos looked around complete bemusement as their
bodies got used to the foreign feelings that, truly, no human had
ever felt before. As they came to grips with their surroundings and
the aftereffects of the 'warp,' for that was the most simple term
available, Axaro keyed his radio.

“A-1 to Supercollision Control.
We've been warped out of the designated arrival point. Over.”

Nothing but silence met his ears.
Axaro frowned. The global communications satellite system would've
sent that to the lab no matter where in the world they had arrived.
Axaro ran a quick diagnostic of the communications system. It was
100% functional. Axaro frowned deeper, and tried again. Again,
there was nothing but silence. He turned to the other four, who were
staring at something.

“All right, men, get it
together, we've got to figure out where we...”

He didn't finish his sentence. He
saw what his men were staring at.

“What...the fuck...is that...?”
one of them asked.

Ahead of them towered a
massive...CREATURE. That was the only word for it. Axaro
instinctively grabbed his plasma rifle. He quickly checked it. The
plasma that had been stored in its battery had been shunted during
the Supercollision, but the plasma drive itself was still pulsing,
and the weapon was recharging. No time to wait for the 'ammo' to
replenish. He lifted the weapon cautiously.

“Get ready...I don't know what
the fuck that is, but it is probably not friendly...” he said
slowly. The four commandos readied their weapons. The creature was
at least a hundred feet tall, had no less than about 40 trunk-like
legs, and a dozen mouths along the length of its tube-like body.
Four purple eyes slowly, unblinkingly rotated around its arbitrary
'head,' as the massive CREATURE moved towards them slowly. Three
antennae twisted and waved about in the air as it approached. The
five commandos slowly took a few steps back as it stopped. The
creature's antennae all swerved and suddenly pointed at the squad,
who halted. The creature went still, then suddenly gave an echoing,
bloodcurdling screech, lowered its huge body to the ground like a
caterpillar, and suddenly charged towards them with startling agility
and speed, taking the commandos by surprise. They all dove out of
the way of the creature, which went barreling past, formed a U as it
turned around, and came towards them again.

“Fuck this, OPEN FIRE!!”
Axaro roared. The commandos all leveled their weapons and fired, the
low-pitched whine of plasma fire mingling with the creature's
incessant high-pitched shrieks. The 4,000 watt weapons sprayed the
monstrosity, burning holes clean through it. The bleeding orbs of
white pure energy continued to burn through the air for a good mile
before they either buried into the unyielding ground and burnt
themselves out after a while, or the magnetic envelopes carrying the
energy finally faded away and the energy dissipated into the air.
The creature shrieked and stopped, suddenly drawing away, burnt
through in nearly fifty holes. It shook violently, then suddenly
charged for the commandos again, too close to be able to dodge.
Before the creature could steamroll them, however, a sudden flash of
white, red, and yellow streaked into and through the creature, into
and through being a single motion. The creature shrieked, then fell
away in two halves. Axaro stared at the dead carcass halves and
looked up to see a man with long white hair, a ridiculously huge,
curved blade, wearing a white and red baggy outfit of some kind,
standing near where the tail of the creature had been, his blade
resting on his shoulder.

Even weirder, he had dog ears on the
top of his head. Axaro paused a full three heartbeats. The
man...dog...person...THING, raised an eyebrow at him.

“And who are you?” he
asked in a voice that was laden with a challenging tone to it. The
translation software in the nanochip implants in each commando's
brain recognized the language being spoken as Japanese. Axaro kept
his gun up, as did the other four. Suddenly, behind them, the motion
sensors picked up four more dots of movement, approaching quickly.
Axaro and two of the commandos turned, to see a...a CREATURE...a
catlike creature with flame coming from its paws descending to the
ground near them. A man with black, tied-back hair, robes, and a
strange staff, two girls, each with long black hair, one in a
traditional Japanese school outfit, the other in a leather-like body
suit with an also ridiculously large boomerang...and a little kid
with a tail and ears, hopped off. Axaro and the commandos simply
stopped.

“Where the hell are we?”
muttered one of the commandos, Sergeant Major Tyler Greene, a man of
African descent. Axaro shook his head. “Damned if I know.”

The man with the sword raised his
eyebrow further, hearing the words, however softly spoken they may
have been, since they were coming from the external speakers in the
suits, and not recognizing the dialect. The girl in the leather
bodysuit seemed to ready the boomerang as if to throw it, and the
other male took up a prudent stance. The schoolgirl and the fox-like
kid lingered back, as the cat-like creature prowled around to their
side.

“Lemme try talking to them,”
Axaro said, before raising his voice so these...strangers, literally,
could hear him. The translation software translated his voice,
accent and tone and all, into perfect Japanese even as he spoke it,
so he was speaking another language without even thinking about it.

“We're not here to
fight...we're lost,” he said slowly. The schoolgirl blinked
and seemed surprised. Leather leered at them, her face clearly
indicating she was ready to take them on without a second thought if
they gave reason to. Axaro gave a quick gesture before lowering his
rifle. The other four followed suit slowly, though they kept their
hands on their weapons nevertheless.

“Who are you?” the black
haired male demanded.

“We're commandos with the
Gemini Division of the Aserethian Armed Forces. An experiment went
slightly wrong, and we don't know where we are,” Axaro
explained, hoping that no more explanation was required or asked of
him.

This elicited nothing but a blink
from all but the schoolgirl. Recognition, thankfully, displayed
itself across her face.

“No, don't worry, they're ok,”
she said. The others seemed to ease their stances somewhat. The
dog-man suddenly leaped an inhumane leap from where he was, right
over the commandos, and landed next to the girl.

“You know these people?”
he asked, eyes narrowing somewhat. Kagome nodded.

“Yeah, they're from my
time...but, how did you get here??” she asked, directing her
question to the commandos. Axaro was, again, puzzled further.

“Your time? Wait, what's going
on, WHERE are we?”

The girl glanced at the others, who
all just shrugged in unison, then at the commandos again.

“Feudal-age Japan.”

Sgt. Major Greene scoffed. “Well,
looks like professor big-brain was right, his little toy can
transport across time...” he muttered. “Except now we're
stuck, not to mention well and truly screwed.”

Axaro didn't reply. Instead, he
sheathed his weapon in its holder across his back, then reached both
hands up, disengaging the air-tight locking systems and pulling away
the helmet, holding it in one hand. Axaro, by most appearances, was
unusual himself. Thanks to an incident involving a bucket of dyes
when he was younger, his hair was permanently white all the time, and
had unusual blue streaks through it. Another unusual aspect of it
was its length. Gemini Command had long ago given up ordering him to
keep it short; it grew out entirely to waist-length within an hour,
then stopped growing. A quirk probably related to a chemical in the
dye, no doubt. Dog-man blinked.

“Huh?” was all he said,
his expression almost puzzled. Axaro couldn't possibly know that
Inuyasha's half-brother Sesshoumaru had an initial facial appearance
not unlike his own. The others also blinked. The commandos,
meanwhile, followed their CO's lead and pulled off their helmets,
though they kept their rifles in their free hands.

The schoolgirl looked at them, then
at those she had arrived with, and then back at the commandos, before
smiling awkwardly.

“Alright...looks like we've
each got a bit to explain to each other,” she said, somewhat
stating the obvious.

A few hours later...

“So the system apparently
worked, but a bit more than we'd hoped,” Axaro finished. They
were all, besides Axaro, seated around a campfire. It was dark out
now. The story the girl had had to tell had taken a while as well,
and if they hadn't just been attacked by a monster that looked as if
it had come from a child's nightmare and suddenly accompanied by some
of the strangest people they'd yet seen, the young lieutenant
would've thought she had been on a bad acid trip for a very long
time.

They'd learned each other's names.
Captain Axaro, Sergeant Major Michael Greene, Master Sergeant Neil
Hoffman, Master Sergeant. Glenda Weston, and Gunnery Sergeant Peter
Matthews had all said their greetings to Kagome, Sango, Inuyasha,
Miroku, Shippo, and Kirara, who had transformed into a rather
adorable little kitten-like creature, one that seemed especially fond
of Axaro. She mewled cutely up at him as she figure-8'd through his
legs as he crouched over the ground, rubbing her head against the
cold black armored shin plates of his body suit.

Kagome nodded slowly. “I think
I heard about that in the news somewhere. So you're actually THE
Black Ops Commandos?” she asked, a smile spreading over her
face.

“Some of them,” Axaro
replied with a single nod of his head. Inuyasha, Sango, Miroku, and
Shippo (whom Axaro and the others had already found to be quite
annoying), just stared, completely lost, even after Kagome had
explained who the commandos were. Clearly they understood what these
new strangers WERE, yet the concept of the modern day and its many
intricacies was still lost upon them.

“Wow, that's pretty cool,”
Kagome replied cheerfully. “I have to admit, I haven't really
been paying that much attention to the war, though...”

Axaro snorted inaudibly. Aserethian
opinion of Japan was typically negative, especially among the
military personnel, largely due to the fact that Japan still held a
Pacifist Constitution view despite the fact that Aserethia had
remained a very staunch ally, and even saved the Japanese from
certain destruction when a Unity force had almost executed an
invasion against the mainland of Japan. There were many who felt,
too, that Japan was simply biding its time, waiting for the Unity to
topple Aserethia before it would mobilize its Self Defense Army, turn
it into an Imperial Army, destroy the remnants of the Unity and the
Aserethians, and began a New World Order of Japanese vision.

Of course, that was most likely just
national pride and paranoia mixing in with one another.

Kagome must've realized this, because
she shook her head quickly. “No, no, I've been too busy. I've
been spending all my free time helping Inuyasha in finding the Shikon
jewel shards to be able to even attend school on a normal basis,”
she said quickly.

“No, I understand,” Axaro
replied, still not really understanding this whole business about
jewels and transformations and magic but not about to say that. “So
you can switch between time frames via as well?”

“Yes. But only I can...I don't
know anyone else who can, besides Inuyasha.”

Axaro groaned softly. “Terrific.”

“I could always contact this
person who was doing the experiment when I next go back to my...er,
our time,” she ventured helpfully.

Axaro thought a moment. The other
commandos were completely silent, and were handling this most unusual
of situations extremely well...as was expected of them. “I
suppose we could do that. Not sure how he'd be able to help us,
though...unless he can reverse the process...” he muttered
softly, mostly to himself. Kagome glanced at Inuyasha who frowning,
as usual, and completely not understanding anything of what they were
saying, then at Axaro, who sighed and shrugged. “Well, until
such time as we can figure out a solution, we may as well tag along
with you...your friends seem to know what they're doing as it is,
and-”

A yell and a resounding SMACK!!!
echoed through the air. The commandos whipped their hands to their
weapons, but stopped when Axaro held up a hand. Sango had belted
Miroku over the head.

“PERVERTED MONK!!!” she
screamed, kicking him in the side, sending him toppling over, the
side of his face left now with a bright red hand imprint. Inuyasha
and Kagome hardly batted an eye. Clearly this was a commonplace
occurrence. Sango growled, readjusting her slightly ruffled outfit
over her breast, then blew out a sigh to calm herself. Axaro didn't
quite help, however.

“...Uh...Relationship issues?”
he asked casually.

There was not a living person in the
world, in any time frame, that could truly scare Axaro. He felt
apprehension, and he felt fear, but he always ignored it. However,
the glare that Sango sent to Axaro managed to accomplish what
thousands of Unity soldiers had failed to do; genuinely scare him.

“...Sorry I asked,” he
mumbled after a moment, coughing. The other commandos watched in
mild amusement, but the amusement dissipated when Sango sent the same
glare, as if in warning, to them, too.

A few hours later...

The night was late by this point, but
Axaro was still awake. Something learned from Evolution Week was the
ability to go through an entire week with merely an hour worth of
sleep, and still be completely 100% functional. It fueled fire to
the belief that the Gemini Division was full of crazies, because they
simply did not sleep. Granted, there were times Axaro truly felt
like he was losing his marbles.

His men were asleep, however, taking
the opportunity to sleep rather than remain awake needlessly.
...Then again, Axaro was on watch, so there was that reason too why
he was still awake.

He heard a soft rustling sound behind
him. Approach. His hand snapped to his sidearm, a Colt .561
Longarm, standard issue sidearm. The gun was pointed back as he spun
and stood from his sitting position. Sango blinked slowly at the
cold steel weapon pointed at her left eye. Axaro sighed slowly then
lowered the weapon.

“Jumpy?” Sango asked as
she raised an eyebrow at him. Axaro chuckled softly, sliding the gun
back to its holster, relaxing as he turned back to the original
position he'd been facing.

“Having to be a modern-day
ninja and fighting a seemingly endless, bloody war...it'll do that to
you,” he said quietly as he sat back down. Sango sat next to
him, an amused look on her face. “Modern day ninja, hm?”
she asked.

Axaro smiled. He'd forgotten the era
he was in. “In a sense. Yes.”

Sango nodded slowly. She was wearing
her kimono over her leather suit now. It made her look less fierce,
in a sense. Like the beautiful assassin, Axaro mused silently to
himself. Beauty that was deceitful, deadliness hidden under a solemn
exterior.

“You said you were in an
endless war.”

“It sure seems that way
sometimes.”

Sango was silent. She curled her
knees up to her chest and hugged her arms around her legs, resting
her chin on her knees in contemplative silence. Or was it awkward?

“I've lost a lot in this war.
I mean, not like, THIS time war, but MY time frame's war. So many
friends. Family. Loved ones. Many have been taken by the war...”

Sango was watching him now, gazing
into his navy-blue eyes as they stared off up at the moon.

“Not without cause, though,”
he said softly, almost to himself. “My friends' lives have not
been lost without purpose. They have been spent, not wasted. Spent
to fight off a great enemy, an evil of epic proportions, one that
almost seems impossible to destroy...we warriors of our nation, we
can take down so many of theirs...but they send them in waves...a
tsunami wave of enemies, endless and repeating...and always
improving. When we think we have them...they always manage to
somehow become an even greater threat than they were before. ...I
want revenge for the family I lost to them, I want revenge for the
friends and loved ones I've lost because of this evil. But it seems
like that no matter how hard I try, or the others I serve with try, I
simply will never be able to achieve that goal. That I'll never be
granted the right to let the memories of those I've lost to finally
pass away in peace...”

“...I know what you mean.”

Axaro stopped, and then glanced to
the side at Sango.

“You do?”

“The demon Kagome told you
about. Naraku.”

“Damn silly name,” Axaro
remarked dryly. “Sounds like a name you'd give a monkey.”

Sango smiled faintly, but it faded
almost as quick as it had appeared.

“...He killed my family, all my
friends. ...And he has my brother as his personal puppet...”
she said softly, gaze turning to the ground. Axaro watched her a
moment, curious as to what she meant as having her brother as his
person puppet, nodding slowly. He did not press the issue about her
brother. It might be possible it would be something that would upset
her. He took a slow breath, then spoke, voice calm and quiet.

“This is a time frame I do not
understand. Demons, magic jewels...but yet...it seems so similar to
what I know.”

“How so?” Sango was now
looking directly at him.

“...The destruction that Kagome
spoke of. The pain brought on by one man, the strife that has torn
so many apart, both physically and emotionally.” He paused a
moment, looking around, before his gaze settled on hers.

“...Some things, even time
itself cannot change.”

They lapsed into silence momentarily.
Sango broke it.

“Do you always wear that?”

“Hm?”

“That...the armor. Is that
something you wear in your time?” she asked, indicating the
armor suit that he still wore. Axaro looked at it. It had seen many
a battle, but its scars were few...a wondrous thing, the metal that
composed it was.

“Only when I must.”

“And when must you?”

“When there are enemies to
slay. And you?”

“Hm?”

“Do you always wear that black
outfit?”

“Only when I must.”

“Slay demons?”

“You're catching on.”

They both smiled. Axaro spoke next.

“The monk...”

“Miroku,” Sango said with
a silent groan.

“Heh, yeah, him-”

“He's a lecher, a perv, and
completely devoid of respect for women except as objects of sexual
lust,” Sango said, somewhat coldly. Axaro raised his eyebrows.

“Hm... Pretty harsh analysis
of him.”

“It's the only accurate one.”

“Ah.”

“...”

“I had a friend like that.”

“Oh?”

“He's dead now.”

“...Ah.”

Again, the silence. Axaro turned his
eyes back up to the moon.

“You don't talk much, do you?”
It was Sango who broke the silence this time.

“I don't have much to talk
about.”

“Yes you do.”

“Yes, I do. But sometimes,
it's best to keep it in here,” he said, patting a hand over the
armor plate over his chest, arbitrarily where his heart was. His
gaze ever lingered on the moon. Sango said nothing. Although he
wasn't looking at her, Axaro could almost feel her eyes on him.

“Why are you awake? Shouldn't
you be asleep?” he asked after a moment, eyes lowering and
turning to look upon her once more.

“I can't sleep. Nightmares.”

“Same. I try to avoid sleep.
I see the faces of too many dead.” He forced a smile, as if
making a really pathetic joke. “I see dead people...”

“Why is that funny?”
Sango asked.

“Ah, never mind, you've got a
few centuries before that joke will make any sense.” A laugh,
short lived, but from Axaro, it was something so rare in occurrence
that had the other commandos heard it, it would've stunned them more
than a 10-story tall monster could.

“Oh.”

For a minute, none of them spoke. On
and off, this discussion had been. Sango softly chewed on her lower
lip, then hesitantly rested a hand on the shoulder portion of his
battle armor. The metal was cold and hard to the touch. Is that
how he feels all the time? Cold and hard, capable of nothing but
bringing and experiencing death?
She thought to herself, an unexplicable wave of pity sweeping over
her. Axaro turned to look at her. A small smile passed over his
face, and he patted her gently on the back with his armor-covered
hand.

“You should
get some sleep.”

“So should
you.”

“Touche.
I'll try in a bit when I switch off nightly watch.”

Sango nodded.
“I'm going to hold you to that,” she said. She paused,
then opened her mouth. She wanted to say something else. But she
didn't know what, or how to say it for that matter. She paused, then
closed her mouth. Her hand trailed down over the back of his armor.

“Good
night...Axaro.”

Axaro smiled.
This time, it was an actual, genuine smile.

“And you
too, Sango,” he replied. Sango returned the smile...but
somehow, she couldn't keep the pity out of it. Slowly, she stood up
and walked over to the hut in which they were all sleeping in. She
brushed aside the entrance curtain. But before moving inside
completely, she stopped and looked back. Axaro was staring straight
ahead, his navy blue eyes so cold that they looked like the sea
during winter. Sango lowered her eyes. She couldn't help but feel
sorry him...because she knew what it was like, what he was going
through. The circumstances, though different, were one and the same.
She sighed softly, and let the curtain brush over her to cover the
doorway. She curled up in her blankets, resting her head on her
pillow.

She didn't fall
asleep until she heard the rustling of one of Axaro's fellow soldiers
approaching him and apparently exchanging their sentry shift.
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