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A/N: It's short, I know. Please enjoy this small bit of humor.

Gypped

Kagome carefully looked over the load of wood in her arms as she made her way back to camp. It was dark and only the stars, moon, and fire provided light. The golden circle of light guided her back to the camp with little trouble and she soon deposited her burden next to the merrily dancing flames. She sighed and turned towards her school bag, intent on finishing her homework before the night was out.

Unfortunately, she never made it there. A small, insignificant rock protruding from the ground got in her way. Kagome cried out as she fell, cutting her knee. She whimpered as she sat up, tears collecting at the corners of her eyes. It hurt dammit!

"Kagome are you ok?" Inuyasha asked, as he landed next to her, "I smell blood."

"I fell and cut my knee!" She whined softly and pointed to the offending spot. Inuyasha looked at it a moment, then tore a strip of fabric from his sleeve. Very carefully he wrapped the makeshift bandage around the wound. Both were oblivious to the fact that the fabric had been soaked in blood, sweat, mud, and any number of other unmentionable, infection-causing things; but there was sterile gaze and peroxide in the bag only a few feet away.

"I'm glad you're ok Kagome. When I smelled blood I was afraid something bad had happened and I'd never see you again."

"Inuyasha… are you trying to tell me something?" Kagome asked as she looked up at him with bright eyes.

"Yes, Kagome… I love you!"

"Oh, Inuyasha, I love you too!" She threw her arms around his neck. With a smile the hanyou hugged her back. Suddenly, Kagome jerked away and looked up at him.

"But what about Kikyo?"

"I hate her. I've always hated her. You are the only one for me!" He crashed down on her lips, easily pushing her to the ground beneath him. "I have to have you now Kagome!"

"I want you too Inu-chan!" With a saucy smile he began to process of claiming her as his own.

Across the fire Sango, Miroku, and Shippou sat on a log watching the proceedings. They each sat with elbows resting on their knees and heads resting in their hands. They showed little acknowledgement of their friend's activities across the camp. Even Miroku had no comment to make on what he would later refer to as 'free porn'. After several long minutes, Shippou was the one to break the silence.

"Let me see if I got this straight? We are on a dangerous quest to find a shattered jewel created from a battle between a priestess and a massive demon. Half the time we're chasing a psychotic hanyou in a monkey suit, and the other half we are being chased by said hanyou. There is an undead girl out to kill Kagome and drag Inuyasha to hell. We have all come within an inch of death at least once, and Kagome's had her soul stolen on more then one occasion. All of us have deep psychological and emotional scars that will probably never be able to be healed with even the best therapists from any time. Not to mention the sexual tensions that could be cut with a knife. And all it took to make those two confess their feelings and start breeding like rabbits, was a scraped knee?"

"Yep." Miroku replied dryly.

"Does anyone else feel gypped?"

"Yep." Sango replied.