A/N: I wanted to try this out, mainly just to see if I could accomplish it. In the majority of the beautifully written Sango/Miroku-related fanfiction I've read, the lovemaking was soft, generous, and, well…lovely. So I figured I'd do the exact opposite. Basically, the plot is that Sango and Miroku have sex. A lot. But alas, feelings begin to boil up, and they realize that they need more. Story takes place after Hakurei-zan, but before Miroku's proposal. I suppose I haven't given much thought to the timeline. Oh, well…

I am planning to get into longer chapters, and longer acts as well. This is one of the first legitimate fanfiction I've written that was not a drabble or a one shot, and it is the only one that I have confidence in, even if it is just a small amount. I hope to go far with this one, but sometimes I lack motivation, and I really don't want to be the type to stop halfway. Any advice, criticism, and suggestions are very welcome from you, the reader.

This is mostly canon, and I hope to do an honest portrayal of the characters, except for the fact that Sango and Miroku screw like rabbits. Anyways, I own nothing, I don't profit askjhajkh you know.

Also! Most of the terms for the demons, attack moves, addressing of characters and the clothing are in the original Japanese. If you don't understand the word, scroll down a bit to read the Index at the bottom. I am not one to add random Japanese words in (Kawaii! Hai! Konnichiwa! etc,) so you don't have to worry about reading an entire sentence of misused words, thus eliciting a facepalm from you, the reader, and a steaming bowl of flames and embarrassment from me, the writer. I just like to keep certain things authentic. If you have any other questions, PM me, and I'll be sure to get back to you as soon as possible! Now, without further ado, on with the story. Don't forget to press that nifty 'review' button up there. Yup.


ad·dic·tion [uh-dik-shuhn]
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noun
Habitual psychological and physiological dependence on a substance or practice beyond one's voluntary control.


I.

Pale fingers pulled dark hair free from a silver band. The glow of the moon bounced off of glistening skin. A clothed hand grasped a full, heaving breast as two mouths battled a war that knew no end.

This was bliss. This was an addiction.

Their bodies smacked against each other and the sound alone spurred the twosome on. The man that took control from the top showed no mercy and no sign of stopping, and the oversexed woman below did not seem to mind. Her fingers moved to his back, nails digging into tanned skin in a painful but beautiful way, a way that he adored.

The throaty sounds she emitted made it apparent that she was getting closer to her release. He put his bare hand in between their bodies to toy with her clit, teasing her in a way that she would never admit to loving.

He too, was close. Too close. They had hoped that they would last longer this time – hoped that they could try the slow, quiet lovemaking they were often told of.

However, that was never the case.

The two were a ferocious couple. They didn't care for the soft romance and quiet whispers of affection. No, their addiction was far beyond the stage of patience and generosity. It was an addiction to pure, unadulterated sex. They wanted nothing more than to feel the grand explosions that came from fucking each other dry.

The man lowered his head and swallowed a puckered, rosy nipple. He sunk his teeth into the tender skin and almost as though it was a cue, the woman arched her back and screamed, convulsing around his thick member. Every bone in her body trembled.

Her whimpering, her womanhood pulsing around him, and the taste of her sweat was all too much for him to bare and he followed her, shooting his seed inside of her and calling her name as he did so.

A few more pumps were all he could deal and he collapsed over the shaking woman, crushing her body. Her grip on his back loosened and she massaged her fingers over the new and old scars she had caused - as if to ease the pain.

Scars from their addiction.

II.

"Goddammit, where are those two? It's getting dark and I'm exhausted as hell!" White ears twitched anxiously. Inuyasha lay on his side, enjoying the last of his cooked fish. The glow from a warm fire illuminated a dark clearing.

"You could just go to sleep, you know," came the voice of an angel. Slender fingers pulled thick black hair behind small, childlike ears. The voice came from a girl called Kagome.

"Nah, I gotta stay up. What if something happens to them while I'm asleep?"

A young kitsune chimed in. "You know how much of a deep sleeper Inuyasha is, Kagome. Even a thousand osuwari couldn't wake him up!"

"Shaddup!" Inuyasha snarled. He tossed fish bones at the boy.

"Bah! That's gross! Kagome!"

"Inuyasha," Kagome murmurred.

"What?" The hanyou snapped, cranky from a lack of sleep. "It's not my fault the brat can't keep his fucking mouth shut!"

"Inuyasha, osuwari!"

A glow appeared around the thick beads hanging from Inuyasha's neck, and suddenly, his face hit the ground in a brutal force.

"Shippou-chan is just a kid! Don't talk like that in front of him!" The raven haired girl picked up the small kitsune and sat him on her lap. He nodded in agreement and stuck his tongue out at Inuyasha, who had just regained his composure.

"Why, you-" the hanyou reached over to grab Shippou, but once again...

"Osuwari!"

"Jeeze, everyone's so testy tonight," Shippou sighed, his arms up and palms faced towards the night sky.

Kirara, a nekomata who was resting near Kagome's feet, mewed in agreement.


"Houshi-sama," the girl's voice was merely a whisper. She coughed lightly to clear her throat. "Houshi-sama, we should get back now. The others will get worried."

Miroku's face was burried between her neck and shoulder. He groaned, not wanting to move from this sacred spot, but she managed to pull herself out from underneath his body until his face was buried in the robe they'd used as sheeting. He sighed.

"Ah, it can't be helped, I suppose."

Lazily, he rose to his feet. He removed his robes from the ground and shook the dirt off of them. The girl watched him timidly with her knees pulled to her chest and her yukata lightly draped around her small frame.

"Houshi-sama," she murmured. "Please turn around."

The monk smirked. Almost fully clothed now, he worked on tying his large, violet kesa over his black koromo.

"Sango," he chuckled. "How can you be ashamed of dressing yourself in front of me, after everything we've - hm?"

She shot him a paralyzing glare. That glare of hers. Submissively, he turned around to give her some privacy.


The pair walked in silence, Sango a few steps ahead of Miroku.

It was generally like this after one of their 'outings' - after the immense need to satisfy their addiction died down, the girl would become embarrassed and ashamed. She would avoid eye contact and blush every time he spoke, and he, ever the perverted monk, loved nothing more than to speak to her during this time. Small talk to keep that gorgeous pink tone over her pale skin. Small talk to make her tremble.

"I hope there's still some food left. I wonder if they waited up this time."

No response.

Grinning, Miroku caught up to the taijiya. "What should we tell them this time, my dear Saaango? Hm?"

That really got her going. Her face was red and hot, and her chestnut eyes practically bore a hole in the ground. "I...don't care," she barely whispered.

"Maybe we were out finding food? Ah, but then they'll wonder when I ask if they still have fish left...how about we tell them we were out because you wanted to practice with your Hiraikotsu?"

"I don't care," she repeated simply, her voice firmer now. She tightened her grip on her Hiraikotsu and glanced at it, almost contemplating his suggestion.

He chuckled.

He loved to tease her.


"Oh, you're all up!"

The young houshi feigned innocence.

"Cut the crap, Miroku. Where the hell were you two?" Inuyasha hissed. Kagome cupped her mouth to yawn, and greeted Sango as she sat down on the log Kagome was leaning against. Kirara jumped into her owner's lap and purred as the taijiya stroked the fur on her neck.

"I sensed a strange aura somewhere, so Sango and I went to investigate. Surely enough, a tanuki had possessed the Lord at the castle we passed earlier. We got lost on the way back. Ah! There's still fish left."

Kagome smiled. "It wasn't easy, but I made sure Inuyasha and Shippou-chan didn't eat all the leftovers," she mused, giggling.

"That's very wholesome of you, Kagome-sama. Thank-you," Miroku bowed his head and took a seat near the fire, extending his arms and palms toward the flames. "Ah, so very warm."

"Hey, Miroku!" Shippou quipped. He emerged from Kagome's bag with a lollipop in hand. "How come we didn't sense the demonic aura, too?"

Miroku gave the young youkai a fake smile. "Well," he sighed. "You were all too busy fighting over the fish to realize it."

Shippou patted his chest. "Right! Next time, I'll pay more attention! Judging by how long it took, you guys could really use my help!"

"Keh!" Inuyasha scoffed. "Don't get too cocky. If anything, you would drag the battle down."

"What was that, hanyou!" Shippou challenged, pointing the pink lollipop toward Inuyasha.

"Now, now, time for bed, Shippou-chan," Kagome grabbed the young kit and placed him inside of her sleeping bag, taking the unwrapped candy from his tiny paws and putting it back into her knapsack. "You can save the candy for later. Tonight, you'd better rest up, because we have a long day ahead of us!"

"Will I be able to eat the candy tomorrow, Kagome?"

"Sure you can." Kagome gave the young youkai a warm smile, and almost instantly he fell asleep; sugar in is dreams.

"Are you going to eat anything, San - oh?"

Somewhere during the conversations, Sango had fallen asleep across the upturned log. Kagome turned to Miroku.

"She looks so tired, Miroku. How skilled was this demon?"

Miroku let out a pleasant chuckle.

"Pretty skilled, I'd say."

IV.

"Aaaah, it's a new day!" Kagome exclaimed as she awoke, stretching her arms into the afternoon air. She took a glance around the campsite, preparing to greet everyone, but only she was there.

"EH! Did I sleep in?"

In a rush, Kagome quickly rolled up her sleeping bag. She fixed her serafuku and ran a brush through her thick locks. She packed up everything left out from the night before - seasoning for the fish, matches for the fire - until it was all neatly placed inside of her yellow knapsack. The modern girl looked up at the light blue sky with one hand and over her eyes to block the sun, and the other on her hips.

I wonder where everyone is...


The air was uncomfortably cold as Sango stepped out from the onsen. She bent over to pick up her neatly folded clothes. Kirara mewed as water dripped from her owner's hair onto her fur.

It'd been a while since Sango took such a relaxing bath by herself. Usually, Shippou and Kagome were always with her. Not that she minded either of their company, but it was always nice to take a break from their jabber and complaints about Inuyasha.

I wonder if she knows...

Often times, Sango wanted to tell Kagome about what she'd been doing with Miroku, but how would she describe it? She had very little tact when it came to such things. She grew up surrounded mostly by men, and men did not talk to her about sex. Even her father avoided the awkwardness that such a conversation would contain. It seemed like such a shameful subject to her.

Maybe one day, she thought. It would be nice to have someone to talk to about this.

Her yukata tied and her hair still damp, the taijya scooped Kirara into her arms and headed towards camp.


"Ah, these will do just fine, Kaede-sama. What do I owe you?" Miroku asked as he received a bag of herbs from the old miko.

"The pleasure is mine, Houshi-dono," the woman bowed. "Are ye facing some sort of trouble?"

"Not so much, but it's always good to have remedies on hand, just in case!"

"This is good thinking. Take care, now."

"Right, thanks again!"

Miroku bowed lightly as he turned away, heading back to camp. He tucked the herbs into his robes, staring at his right arm as he did so.

You are holding up well, Kazaana.


"Tell me something, Inuyasha," Shippou hopped from rock to rock as Inuyasha stared at the lake, contemplating. "What's Kagome's world really like? I've only ever heard her side of the story."

Inuyasha hummed, thinking of the best way to describe it as he stared deeper into the water. "Well, in a word, it's...scary."

"Scary?" The young youkai glanced up at him, timidly. Inuyasha simply nodded in self-affirmation.

"Scary."

Suddenly, his hand shot into the water, creating a loud crash and splashes that frightened the poor kitsune into falling in the lake. Inuyasha held up a large fish whose scales shone in the sun.

"Got it!"

"Give me some warning next time, would ya!" Shippou yelled as he emerged from the shallow water. He pulled seaweed from his hair.

"Oh! That's a nice one, Inuyasha!" The child's anger quickly faded at the sight of something so delicious. His tail flicked, and he licked his lips as he stared wide-eyed at the glistening cold-blood.

"Oi!" Miroku called as he approached the lake.

"Miroku! Look at the fish Inuyasha caught! Doesn't it look tasty!"

Inuyasha threw the fish onto a pink blanket. It flopped around next to the smaller fish that have already been caught and drained of life. Miroku shrugged.

"Inuyashaaa," the monk whined. "I'm tired of fish. Can't you find something else? Some boar, perhaps?"

"Keh," Inuyasha scoffed. "If you can find one of those around here, then go ahead. For now, starve yourself for all I care. More food for me."

"And me!" Shippou exclaimed. He hopped onto Miroku's shoulder. "Did you get the herbs, Miroku?"

"Yes, I did! Where is Kagome-sama? The medicine would be safer in her hands."

The sound of another fish smacking the ground startled the monk and kitsune.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about her," Inuyasha stared towards the campsite blankly, scratching his head. Miroku and Shippou gave him a sad, knowing look.

"He'll never learn," they sighed in unison.

Kagome sat against a tree, humming and anxiously biting her thumb nail.

Should I go find them? She asked herself. What if they left me alone for a reason? What if they're against a really strong demon? But if that's the case, why did they leave me here? Don't they need my help? Suddenly, the girl threw her arms in the air,

"Am I that useless! Huh?" she yelled. The birds in the tree scattered in fright, and just as suddenly as Kagome yelled, Sango appeared.

"Ka-Kagome-chan? Is everything okay?" Sango asked, nervously. Kagome-chan sure can be scary sometimes...

The girl from the future stared at the taijiya blankly, translating the moment into her mind. Her face eventually lit up and she graced over to her friend.

"Ah! Sango-chan! You don't think I'm useless, do you!" Kagome beamed. Her voice and expression were joyous and hopeful.

"Uh..Useless?"

"You're not useless, Kagome! Inuyasha, on the other hand..." Shippou grinned. He appeared on Miroku's shoulder, Inuyasha a few steps behind, carrying the sack of fish.

"Shippou-chan! Miroku-sama! Inuyasha...you're all here! You didn't leave!"

"What's all this crap about being useless, huh?" The hanyou miffed. He tossed their brunch on the ground, right next to the ash and branches that once glimmered with flames.

"I thought you all left me to go fight a youkai or something...I guess it was stupid, huh?" Kagome chuckled. "But where were you all anyway?"

"I went to the onsen to cool off for a bit," Sango said. "I'm sorry. You looked so peaceful this morning. I didn't want to wake you." Kagome gave the girl a warm, knowing smile, as if to say that it was okay.

"And Inuyasha and I went to get food for us to eat. Miroku went to get some herbs from Kaede-sama to help us out with poison and stuff. Did we worry you, Kagome?"

Shippou skipped over to Kagome and tugged on her socks.

"Don't sweat it, Shippou-chan!" Kagome giggled. She looked up at Inuyasha and smiled at him. "So what are we eating today, huh?"

"I caught some nice fish for us!" Inuyasha exclaimed. He sounded like a boy about to play a new game.

"Again?" Sango and Kagome moaned in unison.

V.

"How much farther, Kagome?" Inuyasha called to the girl on his back. His footing was rapid, though his breathing had begun to labor.

"The shard's presence is growing stronger. It shouldn't be too long before we reach it," Kagome explained, gripping Inuyasha's shoulders. His speed and stamina always frightened her, even though she'd been traveling like this for months now. Her thick, medium-length hair flew behind her and the kitsune grasped Inuyasha's shirt in between their bodies.

Sango and Miroku flew on Kirara's back. A familiar setting for the gang.

Miroku used his shakujou as a handle when they rode together. He hated it, hated having to grip each side of that damn staff instead of either side of Sango's luscious ass. Sometimes, he even contemplated breaking or losing the sacred weapon just to be able to feel her full hips in his palms.

Regardless of not being able to touch her with his hands, he touched her with his body. The brilliant pervert always got his way, one way or another. His groin pressed up against her backside. Her hair whipped back and he could smell the scent of her as the breeze pushed it past him. It was bliss, really, to be able to do this without getting smacked.

Sometimes, he couldn't even help himself. He would grow erect against her. It wasn't always easy when they were traveling through a forest, and Kirara had to make quick and jabbing movements lest get hit by trees. He couldn't control the bumps and humps of the taijiya's rear when the nekomata swooped down low or accidently tripped over an ignored branch.

Sango pretended she couldn't feel it when this happened. She pretended the hardness against her didn't exist; pretended she couldn't feel him grinding between her ass cheeks in sporadic but seductive movements. She pretended that there was no moisture pooling in between her own legs.

She pretended that these weren't the nights that the pair would find someplace to be alone together.


They had only just arrived, and the battle had already begun.

The youkai who possessed a shard of the Shikon no Tama was an enormous oni who was blind with rage. Two moss-covered horns grew from his head. His skin was a dull blue, like stones in the lake. He wore nothing but a loincloth made from the fur of a tiger. He was in a village full of screaming women and children, and failing warriors.

As soon as the group emerged from the forest, the one-eyed youkai swung his kanabou with such brute force that, even though he missed, the waves from the wind knocked the heroes to the ground. They landed with a thud. While the oni seemed fixated on these new people, the villagers took this as an opportunity to take shelter from the giant beast.

"Aww, my head," Shippou cried, feverishly rubbing his head with both paws. Everyone else had already regained their composure.

"Are you okay, Kagome?" Inuyasha asked with an honest look of worry on his face. He held her hands while pulling her up from the earth, and Kagome smiled at him.

"I'm fine, thanks."

And she was. His sincerity alone could make Kagome feel better.

Inuyasha nodded at her. His face suddenly washed over with determination, and he drew is Tessaiga.

"All right! Do you know where the jewel shard is!" He grinned.

Well, it was nice while it lasted... Kagome thought to herself. She squinted at the large beast, scanning him for the shard.

"Th...there's two!" She exclaimed, taken aback. "One in his right arm, and one in that giant club of his!"

Before Kagome even finished her sentence, Inuyasha was running. His eyes glimmered with resolution.

"Hah! More for us, then!" He called, as he took a great leap in the air.

"Inuyasha! Don't just run into things without thinking!"

"It's no hope, Kagome-sama," Miroku sighed, patting her shoulder. Kagome knew he was right, but still...

"KAZE NO KI-!"

The oni laughed. The sound distracted Inuyasha for a moment.

Suddenly, the youkai pursed his large lips and after a full-bodied inhale, he blew at the silver-haired hanyou.

Dumbfounded, Inuyasha soared through the air, unable to translate what had just happened. The oni's laugh grew stronger.

"Kirara!" Sango called. The giant cat roared and, with her owner on her back, flew to Inuyasha's aid. She grabbed him by his bright red robes. The hide of the hi-nezumi was so strong that even Kirara's great, sharp fangs couldn't pierce through it. Inuyasha shook his face.

"Thanks, Kirara," he called. She smiled and growled at him.

"Hiraikotsu!"

The blue beast's laughter came to an abrupt ending at the sound of Sango's voice. He stared at her blankly, mockingly; as if to say, what the fuck are you thinking?

The giant boomerang flew towards him at a high speed. Slowly, he raised his kanabou to his face to block it. The inner curve of the Hiraikotsu hit the kanabou head-on with a loud crrrack!and instead of breaking through the metal club, the ogre gently flicked his wrist and Sango's weapon shot right back at her; biting the hand that feeds.

Skillfully enough, she caught her weapon - but at a cost. The Hiraikotsu jerked her right arm backwards with a snapping sound and she immediately felt a sharp pain surge through the ribs of her spine. She winced at let go of the bone boomerang, letting it fall to the ground.

"Sango?" Inuyasha called, still hanging from Kirara's mouth. Kirara growled in surprise and landed softly on the ground. The hanyou jumped to the taijiya's side and helped her off from the great cat, watching her injured arm as he did so. The others rushed to her side - first Miroku, then Kagome and Shippou. Inuyasha passed Sango to Miroku like a baton. The monk propped her left arm around his shoulders and slowly walked her to a tree nearby. Her bad arm was gangly and awkward, and it had already begun to swell at the top.

"So-rry, Houshi-sama..." Sango murmured as Miroku sat her down against a great oak tree. She tried to put her arm down, but pain shot through her and she hissed.

"Shh, don't apologize. Rest," Miroku's voice was soft, like rich cotton. He gave her a warm smile as Kirara lay on the right side of her master, allowing Sango to prop her arm up on the nekomata's soft body with minimal pain.

Sango gave the monk a weak, reassuring smile. Calmly, he turned and walked towards the oni. He stayed put for a minute, contemplating his next move. Somehow, we have to get rid of that damn weapon of his...

"Oni-sama," he called. The ogre turned to face him and raised his weapon in anticipation. This youkai couldn't seem to talk; only moan and grunt his thoughts out. Not the smartest of creatures. Miroku grinned, raising his left arm to his right, and tugged on the mala that suppressed his curse.

"Kazaana!" He shouted. The cycloptic beast was taken aback for a moment, until the sharp gust of a foreign wind pulled him towards the black hole in Miroku's hand.

"Damn it, Miroku!" Inuyasha yelled. "What the hell are you doing? You'll suck in the jewel shard!"

Miroku pretended not to hear him. He barely could, anyways, through the loud whooshing sounds of the hole in his right arm.

The oni stood his ground as best as he could. He grabbed onto trees and dug his large toenails into the dirt. He did everything he could to avoid being sucked into that dark, endless void, when suddenly, his club accidently slipped out of a four-fingered hand and into the direction of the Kazaana. He desperately tried to reach for it, but it had been pulled too far. The oni groaned over the loss of his weapon.

Timing it just right, though, Miroku closed his palm and wrapped the rosary beads around his wrist. The kanabou fell to the ground in front of him and rolled in a single perfect circle before vibrating with the effects of the jewel shard.

"Kagome-sama!" He called. Kagome, who was looking on from Sango's side, nodded and rushed toward the club to retrieve the shard. The kanabou was thick, made of solid medal. She reached into her back case to grab a Hama no Ya. This should work, she thought to herself. The futuristic girl embedded the arrow into the metal club and, magically, the shard of the Shikon no Tama floated out of it, glowing with purity. Quickly, Kagome seized it and placed it in the jar around her neck, along with the others. She stared at the case. There were not many shards in there, but every time they retrieved one, she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of triumph at the fact that they were one step closer to defeating Naraku. She nodded to herself and hid the jar within her chest.

"Inuyasha," Miroku spoke. "I trust you and Kagome can handle the rest?"

Inuyasha grinned, his sword resting on his shoulder. He pointed his thumb to himself and said, "Leave it to me."

"Go bring Sango-chan back to Kaede-baa-chan in Musashi," Kagome smiled. "We'll take care of this, won't we, Shippou-chan?"

"Uh…yeah, right Kagome!" Shippou faked a smile.

Miroku nodded, and walked over to Sango, helping her back onto Kirara and flying back to Kaede's village.

VI.

Sango did not like to sleep.

When she slept, she dreamt. Of her father. Her brother. Her comrades.

Their deaths.

She repeated it over and over again in her head, never failing to feel the exact same feelings she did back when…

After they died in her dreams, everything went black. No, that did not mean that her dream was over. Not in the least. All that she saw in her dreams was the all-consuming blackness of despair, death, and dirt.

She dreamt of being buried again.

Sango's body twitched. Her eyes squeezed shut, and then shot open. Suddenly, she felt a sharp twinge of pain in her shoulder and it all came flooding back to her.

"Sango-chan!"

"Ka-Kagome-chan?"

"Sango-chan, you had us worried sick!" Kagome explained. Though still concerned for her friend's pain, a sense of relief washed over her.

Sango took in her surroundings. She was in a hut. It had been so long since she had slept in one, it was almost foreign to her. Kagome hovered over her, smiling that small smile of hers. The girl removed the warm cloth from Sango's forehead and wrung it inside of a bucket next to her neatly folded legs. She let the damp cloth hang off of the handle.

Sango tried to sit up. The pain was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Her right arm rested on her belly in a pale yellow sling. Kagome, not being able to help her worry, held the taijiya's back and tried to coax her back down.

"I'm fine," Sango said, a little too harshly. She refused to lie down again. "What exactly…happened?"

"You were injured by the oni's kanabou after her used it to swing your hiraikotsu back at you," Kagome explained. "Miroku-sama brought you here, and Inuyasha ended up finishing the bad guy off. It wasn't so hard after he lost that weapon of his."

Sango nodded towards her arm.

"Oh, you should be able to take that off in a few days. Just don't push yourself too hard, okay?" Kagome winked.

Sango slumped back down. This could prove to be a troublesome injury.

"Ne, Kagome-chan."

"Yes?"

Sango looked at Kagome, then back at her arm. Then she glanced at the window to look at the sun, only to realize that the sun was shaded by three figures.

"Looks like Sango's awake," Inuyasha said. Shippou and Miroku nodded.

Sango turned back to Kagome and smiled. "Talk later?" She suggested.

Kagome returned the smile and nodded, enthralled and curious.


A/N: Please review! I would appreciate some, as this was not easy to write. I'm not very good with action scenes and I hope that I did this one justice, but I would like to know your opinion. You, the reader, are my only means of knowing that I am not making an ass of myself, and knowing that this can actually go somewhere.

Index (in order of appearance):

Kitsune: Fox demon, sort of
Osuwari
: Sit
Hanyou
: Half-demon
Yukata
: Sango's dress, otherwise known as a kosode.
Kesa
: The purple 'sash' of Miroku's dress, worn by Sôtô priests
Koromo
: The black foundation of Miroku's dress, worn by Sôtô priests
Taijiya
: Slayer, although you probably already know this one.
Tanuki
: Raccoon dog
Youkai
: Demon
Serafuku
: Kagome's dress; traditional school uniform
Onsen
: Hot springs! Hot springs! Hot springs!
Shakujou
: Buddhist staff
Oni
: Creatures from Japanese folklore; variously translated as ogres, trolls, devils.
Kanabou
: Common weapon of the oni; an iron club
Kaze no Kizu
: Tessaiga's Wind Scar technique.
Hi-nezumi
: Fire rat; Inuyasha's dress is made from its hide.
Mala
: The ring of Buddhist prayer beads that suppress Miroku's Kazaana; often carried by Mahayana Buddhist monks.
Hama no ya: Sacred arrow.
Musashi: City of; the village that Kaede resides in

*If you need further explanation for any of these, send me a personal message, or you could always Google it!