Inuyasha/?

Kikyo fingered her jewel shards as she gazed into the bone eaters well. So this was where her reincarnation came from, an oddly selective portal if it allowed Inuyasha to pass through as well but no other. There were many emotions that Kikyo did not like to admit to when it came to Kagome; jealousy, confusion, incredulity, hope... but she was willing to allow curiosity. Curiosity might discover a way to defeat Naraku, might provide the many answers she desired about her wayward soul, might show her why a body made of clay was so much more volatile than one of flesh.

Kikyo looked into thee well, leaned over the edge, and wondered. Would the well treat a piece of Kagome's soul as Kagome, would it reject her, or accept her as a friend. Kikyo once again allowed a concession to emotion. 'Just this once,' she thought, pushing her conscience, her memories, aside, she slipped into the well where her soul stealers could not follow.

Blue streamers of light erupted from the bottom of the well, twining around her limbs and slowing her descent like pale soul collectors as she dropped. They surrounded her until all she could see was a solid wall of twinkling cerulean. Kikyo felt stifled, and imagined that had she needed to breath she would have been gasping, or dead. Instead she waited, immobile, as a deepening sense of wrong invaded her body.

"Hmm, what do we have here?" an amused voice spoke from amidst the blue, "you certainl aren't Kagome."

Kikyo closed her eyes, trying to sense the voices origin. At first, only darkness greeted her closed lids, but it was slowly replaced by an open field. Kikyo turned about in this nondescript dreamscape and found herself facing a warrior priestess in outdated armor.

"Midoriko?" she ventured; trying not to reveal her confusion as her mind raced. This was not the first time she'd encountered the legendary priestess, but before it had always been through long and arduous meditation with the Shikon jewel. In those circumstances the priestess had never grinned widely at her, or stood in so relaxed a manner; hands on her hips, head cocked curiously.

"Yep, that would be me, the one and only. The real question is who are you, and what are you doing with a piece of Kagome's soul." Midoriko's eyes narrowed slightly and her grin took on a more feral look "and the souls of a couple dozen deceased village girls."

Kikyo tried to remain aloof. She might be an undead, soul consuming being bent on revenge, but still... "Technically, Kagome is in possession of my soul," she clarified.

Midoriko looked puzzled for a moment, then her eyes cleared and she clapped her hands decisively. "Oh, I remember now, you're Kikyo, the misguided girl who couldn't let go of life or Inuyasha," at this she waggled her eyebrows suggestively, "you disappeared mysteriously a while ago, thereby granting Kagome the missing part of her soul, and a power boost that ultimately helped defeat Naraku."

Kikyo gaped at this, this... atrocity of a priestess! How dare she suggest... imply... disappear mysteriously! Disappearing was not a part of the plan, as the real Midoriko knew quite well!

'Midoriko' was now eying her rather speculatively. "I'd almost forgotten about you, five hundred years embedded in a time travel continuum disguised as a well will do that to you... I knew there was a reason I stuck around, besides to ferry Kagome back and forth between the present and the feudal era." Her musings turned to mutterings, and Kikyo had to cock her head in an undignified manner to catch the rest of the patently crazy woman's mumble "Kagome won't be pleased when her ticket back home disappears, but it will turn out for the best... it did turn out for the best..."

A/N: Voila! A crossover of some sort. Originally I planned to combine it with either Ranma ½ or Ouran, where Kikyo takes Kagome's place in the future, and Kagome is shut out from ever returning home. Midoriko would use her soul to power Kikyo's body so that no soul stealing was necessary, and Kikyo in return would probably end up with a slightly kooky priestess nagging at her in her head. It would be weird, and kind of pointless, but worth it to see Kikyo forced to have fun against her will by a centuries old warrior woman with a bad case of cabin fever. Looking back, my tone kind of changes after the first couple paragraphs... when I first started writing this I was feeling solemn, and really sorry for poor Kikyo, and then Midoriko shows up and that all changes... to be fair, I wrote the two sections about eight months apart, so if I ever continue this, I'd have to make it a bit more seamless, in addition to deciding where exactly I wanted to take it.