Blanket Scenario created by Chelsea.

We are writing this story for a number of reasons.

1. The Voices were felt they were issued a challenge with Hojo. They just got their wires crossed.

2 . We had just finished reading a blanket challenge.

3. The Voices wanted to have the characters as their puppets for a change. BWhahahaha!!! Dance, Puppets, DANCE!!!!

4. I have no clue, the Voices are fractured and having a party up there... Whoo-hoo!

Blanket Challenge: Hojo vs. The Voices

Typed by Icka! M. Chif

The Narrator (voices wave) cleared his/her throat. "All right! Every one gather around, it's time for another Blanket Challenge story!"

The Inuyasha cast grumbles, getting up from their various tasks and gather around the omnipotent (for at least this fic) being.

Shippou raises his hand. "I'm not in this one, am I?"

"Nope."

"Darn it." The kitsune cursed. The rest of the cast snickers good naturally as he sat down.

"All right, in this one, we got Kagome and Inuyasha as usual-." The Narrator instructs, reading off a list the voices so generously provided.

Inuyasha and Kagome exchange looks and sweatdrop.

"-and we have a new one in this one. Hojo, you're in."

Hojo gasps in shock. "WHAT?!"

"WHAT?!" Everyone else echoed, just a heartbeat after. "HIM?!"

Narrator shrugs. "That's the plan. Inuyasha, Kagome, you know the drill. Cabin, one blanket, any exposure and you'll freeze to death. We're skipping the preliminaries and going right into it."

"In other words, there's no plot." Inuyasha deadpans.

"And this varies how?" Shippou inquired, grinning.

*Bop!* Inuyasha nailed him on top of the head. They looked at each other for a moment, then Inuyasha nailed him a couple more times for good measure. *Bop!* *Bop!* *Bop!* *Bop!*

"All right, that's enough." The Narrator snapped. "Places you three, everyone else, go take a break."

"Good." Sesshou-maru flipped some of his hair over his shoulder as he walked off. "This'll give me a chance to get my hair done."

Inuyasha muttered a couple of comments about getting some other things done under his breath.

"I'd be quiet if I were you." The Narrator sing-sang, waving a no-no finger at him. "He's got more shrines on the internet than you do."

"What?!" Inuyasha turned to demand an explanation, only to have to dodge falling scenery as the scene changed into the much used snow laden lone cabin in the woods with only one blanket.

The dog boy cursed, sulking as Hojo looked around in amazement. "So, what do we do?" He asked.

"That's right, it's your first time in one of these, isn't it?" Kagome commented, picking up the dusty old blanket. She hit it, sending clouds of dust into the air. She sneezed.

"Bless you." The Narrator commented from off stage. "Kagome gets the blanket, there's only room enough for two people under it, not all three of you."

Inuyasha glared up at the Narrator, even though he couldn't see him/her. "This isn't a yaoi story, is it?" He demanded.

The Narrator snickered evilly. "It could be."

Inuyasha paled to almost to the same colour as his hair as Kagome unfolded the blanket and wrapped it around her.

"So, basically, I have to choose which boy I like better?" She mused. "Inuyasha or Hojo?"

"Yep." Was the ominous answer.

"Bummer."

"Feh." Inuyasha crossed his arms, turning his back on them. "I could care less."

Kagome rolled her eyes. "I'm sure."

"What? Like I would care whether or not you like Ho-ho here!" He snapped. "He's just some stupid human!"

"Sit." Kagome said calmly, sitting down on the floor. She ignored the sound of impact he made on the floor.

"#!&%*#(!*#&!@*#)#!" Inuyasha cursed, his voice muffled by the cold floor.

"Is he... always like this?" Hojo ventured, taking a seat a few feet away from Kagome.

"Most of the time." She agreed, re-arranging the blanket.

"And this is who you hang out with when you're sick?"

"Hai."

"Why?"

"!@#%(U#%*(!" Was Inuyasha's response as Kagome sat there silently, pondering the question. He had a point.

"He's good with a sword." She mused out loud.

"Why would you need someone with a sword if you're sick?" Hojo questioned.

Both Kagome and Inuyasha looked at him in surprise.

The Narrator snickered.

Kagome decided to change the subject as Inuyasha dragged himself off the floor and into a proper sitting position. "So, uh, what colour IS your hair, Hojo?" She asked.

Hojo scratched the back of his head. "Um, I'm not sure really. Mirrors aren't real helpful when it comes to colour in a black and white manga."

Kagome nodded. He had a point.

"Maybe it's pink, it's about the same colour as your friends clothes." Hojo added.

Inuyasha glared at him. "It's not pink. It's RED."

Hojo blinked. "Oh. My apologies." There was a moment of semi-embarrassed silence. "So, what colour is your hair." Hojo finally asked Inuyasha.

He snorted contemptuously. "White."

"Oh. What colour was it originally?" The human asked innocently. White was not a colour normally found in nature.

Inuyasha choked, turning many fun and amusing shades of red because The Narrator LIKES it when Inuyasha turns many fun and amusing shades of red.

"Hmm..." Kagome tried to look thoughtful while hiding a giggle behind a hand. "Maybe we should dye it red, to match your cloak."

That said, Inuyasha then turned many more different and interesting shades of crimson.

"That's it."

*BOOM!*

Inuyasha picked up the hapless mortal and tossed him out of the door right into the snow. He slammed the door shut and turned to Kagome. "You like me better!"

Kagome shrugged. "I never said otherwise."

"Oh." Inuyasha deflated slightly.

Kagome giggled. "C'mon. It's getting cold." She held part of the blanket open for him. "But no touching."

"Bah." He sat down next to her, pulling the blanket over him as well. "As if I would."

Meanwhile outside, Ryoko was looking for Tenchi in the Ryo-oh-ki and accidentally mistook Hojo for Tenchi do to the mix up over hair colour. She teleported him on board and dragged him to where she lives. There Hojo was infected with Tenchi's curse of many women being in love and fighting over him.

And writer gave a sigh of relief as the voices laughed, doing a merrily little jig with the two deamon sisters as they finished the fic.

And it was strange.

Fin.