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"You've been there, InuYasha, so tell us!"
"You really want to know, huh? Well, I guess I can think of a few differences."
The Inu-hanyou absently scratched the side of his nose and poking the fire with an errant stick, let his mind wander along the strange and mostly wonderful things to be found in Kagome's word beyond the well.
Shippou and Miroku waited patiently – at least on the outside. Both were very curious about a place where such delicious ninja food and such indecent clothing were commonplace. Of course, Sango and Kagome were off for their usual soak, taking Kirara with them for what was suspected to be a thoroughly female bull-session of their very own.
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"Surely you are joking, InuYasha!"
"Nope. The most life-like and… explicit… paintings you can imagine bound in strange folded scrolls and out in plain sight for any hentai with some of their strange money to buy them.", smoothed the smug hanyou, happy to amuse and amaze his rapt audience.
"Did you ever buy any of these paintings, InuYasha?" Shippou asked around a lollipop.
InuYasha's ears fell into twin limp noodles onto his head in defeat. "No. Kagome wouldn't let me – then she made me eat dirt about a hundred times for even suggesting it! I told her it wasn't like I had anything to compare it to anyhow! Stupid girl!" InuYasha ended with a huff. Then he blushed as if remembering something forgotten, yet mortally embarrassing.
"Shippo – we need a couple pieces of wood. Could you get them please?" Miroku asked with a heart full of kindness and brain full of dirty suspicions.
"Sure thing!" the kitsune shoved the sucker in his mouth and bounded away.
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"So what happened, InuYasha – tell me everything." Miroku enthused.
"What?! No, you perv! Story time is over, dammit!"
"InuYasha, no one likes a tease – unless she's cheap. Now come, confession is good for the soul."
InuYasha, his head full of sudden need, sighed and shook his head. "Fine – but just a bit, OK? You have enough to think about, hentai."
"Of course, of course – now what did Kagome give you to compare with this obviously sublime art?" the monk prompted, rubbing his hands together in nitty-gritty glee.
"Pink."
"Really. Uh, what else, my friend and please, feel free to be explicit in your descriptions." Miroku enthused, trying to get the inu-hanyou to really get going.
"Tight…", InuYasha's tongue poked out to wet suddenly dry lips.
"Yes…?" Miroku leaned closer.
"Shaved."
"No…oh my…"
"Yup. Slick as a seal."
A sudden girlish squeal cut the night, making the two men jump to their feet. InuYasha, feeling Miroku grab his arm, turned to ask him what was wrong.
"Next time – take me with you."
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"Kagome – are you ok?" Sango asked the miko, who was in the midst of her toilet, razor in hand.
"I think I cut myself, Sango – do you hear something?"
"Yup – it's InuYasha yelling – what else is new?" the slayer dead-panned with a smile.