Prov 33 / Breaking the Fourth Wall
Title: The Inuyasha Show
Author: silenttaiyoukai
Rating: M (Inuyasha’s foul mouth)
Words: 828
Summary: Inuyasha and gang discover the ‘real world’.
“I have to break Naraku’s barrier!” Inuyasha shouted, unsheathing Tetsusaiga. He positioned his blade at the ready, prepared to drive it through the pulsating pink barrier.
His ears flattened against his head in annoyance as his brother scoffed from somewhere behind him.
“Little brother, have you not noticed the barrier smells nothing of Naraku?” Sesshoumaru asked.
“Well who the hell else’s barrier is it then?” Inuyasha yelled. “I don’t care, I’m slicing through it anyway!”
“I have a bad feeling about this…” Kagome said, and Sango and Miroku nodded in agreement.
“Indeed, this seems most unwise,” Miroku said.
Inuyasha leaped up and drove Tetsusaiga through the barrier, which flashed with a blinding white light. There was a sound like breaking glass, then sounds of soft chatter and sounds only Kagome recognized properly. Clanging silverware, the electronic voices of television…and all in the Sengoku Jidai. What the hell?
The barrier was overcome in a layer of smoke, and when the thin layer cleared they were greeted by a strange scene indeed. It was as if there was a crack in the very fabric of space. They looked through this jagged hole and found two sets of bewildered eyes staring back them, one with a spoonful of cereal poised halfway into their mouth. The other had a mouthful of something that they were obviously too shocked to shallow.
“What the hell is this?” Inuyasha asked, and tentatively stepped through the strange crack in time.
“Whoa, how weird,” Shippo remarked.
The rest of his little group followed him, and the two people sitting around the table eating breakfast watched as the anime characters stepped out from their decimated kitchen wall.
The oldest of the two around the table was female, her dark hair hanging around her face. She dropped her spoon back into her bowl with a clatter. The younger was a boy, obviously a sibling to the girl. He noisily swallowed his cereal before leaping up from his chair.
“Holy shit!” he said, “There’s a dimensional break in our kitchen wall!”
“That’s it,” the girl said, dropping her head into her hands. The book she had been holding open next to her cereal bowl snapped shut. “I am never eating mint chocolate chip ice cream right before bed ever again. It makes me hallucinate.”
Her brother got up from his chair and took the liberty of pulling on Sesshoumaru’s empty sleeve.
“They seem pretty real to me,” he said.
“Unhand this Sesshoumaru,” the taiyoukai said, and the boy abruptly obeyed.
“Sorry dude,” he said, waving his hands in surrender and backing very far away.
“They can’t be real. They’re characters from Inuyasha, for God’s sake!” the girl yelled.
Kagome stepped up and placed her hands firmly on the kitchen table, looming over the girl. “What do you mean we’re characters?”
“Well, here’s this for instance,” she said, and handed Kagome the book she had been reading. It was yellow and had drawings of Kagome and Inuyasha on the front cover. Kagome skimmed through the slender book to find the exact story of how she had fallen through the well and had the Shikon Jewel ripped from her body by the centipede woman.
“This can’t be!” Kagome said.
“Lemme see that!” Inuyasha yelled, ripping the book from her hands. Miroku, Sango and Sesshoumaru looked over his shoulder to read along. Shippo perched himself on Miroku’s head to see better.
“What about this?” the boy said, going over to the small television on the counter. He changed the channel until the six characters saw themselves on the screen.
Inuyasha’s jaw was gaping open, as was Kagome’s. Sango and Miroku didn’t seem to know what to think. Shippo seemed to enjoy seeing himself on the screen, and Sesshoumaru didn’t seem to give a damn at all.
“What the hell?! You mean we’re not real?” Inuyasha shouted.
“Well, obviously you are…I mean, you’re standing here. But technically….no. Not in this portion of reality, you’re not,” the girl said. She got up and dumped her bowl into the sink, taking a moment to peer through the wall and into the Sengoku Jidai.
“What the fuck?! How does that make sense?”
“It doesn’t,” she said, and gasped as something pinched her bottom. “Hey!”
She turned around and gave Miroku a good slap in the face. He certainly felt real enough.
“It wasn’t me! I only subject my dear Sango to that sort of thing these days,” he said, and Sango jumped as his hand caressed her bottom. Soon the opposite side of his face was adorned with a nasty slap-print as well.
“I am quite sure that I am indeed, real,” Sesshoumaru said, “And you seem to be quite ‘real’ as well.”
The boy erupted in laughter as his sister abruptly fell to the ground, half of her landing in the kitchen, the other in the Sengoku Jidai.
Before she lost consciousness, she held up an authoritative finger. “You guys are sooo paying to fix our kitchen.”
Author: silenttaiyoukai
Rating: M (Inuyasha’s foul mouth)
Words: 828
Summary: Inuyasha and gang discover the ‘real world’.
“I have to break Naraku’s barrier!” Inuyasha shouted, unsheathing Tetsusaiga. He positioned his blade at the ready, prepared to drive it through the pulsating pink barrier.
His ears flattened against his head in annoyance as his brother scoffed from somewhere behind him.
“Little brother, have you not noticed the barrier smells nothing of Naraku?” Sesshoumaru asked.
“Well who the hell else’s barrier is it then?” Inuyasha yelled. “I don’t care, I’m slicing through it anyway!”
“I have a bad feeling about this…” Kagome said, and Sango and Miroku nodded in agreement.
“Indeed, this seems most unwise,” Miroku said.
Inuyasha leaped up and drove Tetsusaiga through the barrier, which flashed with a blinding white light. There was a sound like breaking glass, then sounds of soft chatter and sounds only Kagome recognized properly. Clanging silverware, the electronic voices of television…and all in the Sengoku Jidai. What the hell?
The barrier was overcome in a layer of smoke, and when the thin layer cleared they were greeted by a strange scene indeed. It was as if there was a crack in the very fabric of space. They looked through this jagged hole and found two sets of bewildered eyes staring back them, one with a spoonful of cereal poised halfway into their mouth. The other had a mouthful of something that they were obviously too shocked to shallow.
“What the hell is this?” Inuyasha asked, and tentatively stepped through the strange crack in time.
“Whoa, how weird,” Shippo remarked.
The rest of his little group followed him, and the two people sitting around the table eating breakfast watched as the anime characters stepped out from their decimated kitchen wall.
The oldest of the two around the table was female, her dark hair hanging around her face. She dropped her spoon back into her bowl with a clatter. The younger was a boy, obviously a sibling to the girl. He noisily swallowed his cereal before leaping up from his chair.
“Holy shit!” he said, “There’s a dimensional break in our kitchen wall!”
“That’s it,” the girl said, dropping her head into her hands. The book she had been holding open next to her cereal bowl snapped shut. “I am never eating mint chocolate chip ice cream right before bed ever again. It makes me hallucinate.”
Her brother got up from his chair and took the liberty of pulling on Sesshoumaru’s empty sleeve.
“They seem pretty real to me,” he said.
“Unhand this Sesshoumaru,” the taiyoukai said, and the boy abruptly obeyed.
“Sorry dude,” he said, waving his hands in surrender and backing very far away.
“They can’t be real. They’re characters from Inuyasha, for God’s sake!” the girl yelled.
Kagome stepped up and placed her hands firmly on the kitchen table, looming over the girl. “What do you mean we’re characters?”
“Well, here’s this for instance,” she said, and handed Kagome the book she had been reading. It was yellow and had drawings of Kagome and Inuyasha on the front cover. Kagome skimmed through the slender book to find the exact story of how she had fallen through the well and had the Shikon Jewel ripped from her body by the centipede woman.
“This can’t be!” Kagome said.
“Lemme see that!” Inuyasha yelled, ripping the book from her hands. Miroku, Sango and Sesshoumaru looked over his shoulder to read along. Shippo perched himself on Miroku’s head to see better.
“What about this?” the boy said, going over to the small television on the counter. He changed the channel until the six characters saw themselves on the screen.
Inuyasha’s jaw was gaping open, as was Kagome’s. Sango and Miroku didn’t seem to know what to think. Shippo seemed to enjoy seeing himself on the screen, and Sesshoumaru didn’t seem to give a damn at all.
“What the hell?! You mean we’re not real?” Inuyasha shouted.
“Well, obviously you are…I mean, you’re standing here. But technically….no. Not in this portion of reality, you’re not,” the girl said. She got up and dumped her bowl into the sink, taking a moment to peer through the wall and into the Sengoku Jidai.
“What the fuck?! How does that make sense?”
“It doesn’t,” she said, and gasped as something pinched her bottom. “Hey!”
She turned around and gave Miroku a good slap in the face. He certainly felt real enough.
“It wasn’t me! I only subject my dear Sango to that sort of thing these days,” he said, and Sango jumped as his hand caressed her bottom. Soon the opposite side of his face was adorned with a nasty slap-print as well.
“I am quite sure that I am indeed, real,” Sesshoumaru said, “And you seem to be quite ‘real’ as well.”
The boy erupted in laughter as his sister abruptly fell to the ground, half of her landing in the kitchen, the other in the Sengoku Jidai.
Before she lost consciousness, she held up an authoritative finger. “You guys are sooo paying to fix our kitchen.”