Written for Mentality At Its Worst in my request a drabble post on my livejournal.

I don't own Inuyasha. I've watched barely enough episodes to know who these characters are.


"It's too bad that only women can bare children, huh?" Miroku said casually one night.

Inuyasha stared at him. Shippo was sleeping soundly on the other side of their fire, while Kagome was back at her home for a little while.

"What makes you bring this up?" Inuyasha asked, not quite sure he wanted to know.

"No reason, really. I've just been wondering what it would be like to be with something... not woman," he said, looking into the fire.

Inuyasha followed his gaze, and it fell upon Shippo, so he missed the look that Miroku sent him.

"You're joking, right? Right?!" Inuyasha exclaimed. "I mean, he's just a ki–"

Inuyasha was stopped mid-sentence when he was tackled by Miroku.

"What are you – Ah! Get your hand away from there!" Inuyasha yelped, thrashing around.

By the time Shippo awoke, the robe of the fire rat was already tossed a few feet away from the two, and Miroku's robe was down past his shoulders.

Shippo blinked, and asked "what's all the noise about?" before laying his eyes on the two.

Miroku was straddling Inuyasha, his fist full of Inuyasha's shirt while Inuyasha's hands where on Miroku's half-bare chest, as though he were trying to push him off.

Shippo gasped. "I'm telling Kagome!" he shouted, standing and pointing.

Inuyasha pushed Miroku off quickly, and stood up.

"No! Kagome mustn't know about this!"

Shippo smirked devilishly. "What'll you do to keep me quiet?"

Inuyasha thought quickly. "I'll give you any ramen she gives me for the next two weeks!"

"Really Inuyasha, I'm hurt," Miroku said from behind Inuyasha, but shut up once he was shot the glare.

"Deal!" Shippo said, and curled up again. "Really, what would Kagome say if she found out you two were fighting this late. Waking me up and everything."

Inuyasha fumed, while Miroku snickered quietly.


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