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    son/inuyasha crossover – (Chapter: who stole my bltkh)

     LAVIZZY IS BACK BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     

    The demon popped out of nowhere

     

    “GODDAMMIT SON OF A BITCH THEERES A DEMON!” prowled Ashley.

    “ASHLEY!” Screamed Spencer for no reason standing next to the demon slayer with attitude problems.

     

    Inuyasha eyed the hot real human. “Baby lets make love all night in my dog house.”

     

    Ashley the  bisexual considered it. But then the wolves appear and Koga stole Spencer.

     

    “SPENCER! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BITCH!

     

    Inuyasha turned to Ashley “ you have a girlfriend?”

     

    Ashley stared at him, not liking him all up in her business. “What if I do? Got a problem with that? I love girls, also.”

     

    Inuyasha took kagome and made her hop on her back. “Stay away.” He hopped into Space, glaring into the beyond, leaving Ashley to herself and her sword, she was sad.

     

    But then Inuyasha forgot how to fly and fell back.

     

    Ashley eyed Kagome, “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMM”

    She told her head.

     

    Inuyasha goosed Miroku.

     

     Sango thought it was hot. “Stick it in the hole in his hand!” She demanded, wanting to see hot man love.

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