Hey people! It's me, I'm BACK! Back from boarding school for a blessed two weeks. And I've immediately started work on the sequel to my previous story 'Unfinished Business'. As promised, it's about Miroku (squeal!) and his adventures. A little Sango/Inuyasha of course, but more focus on the monk!

I hope you guys like this story…here it is for you!

As stated before (in my old story) this fic is dedicated to Miroku's Priestess- the craziest Miroku lover I know.

DISCLAIMER- I don't and probably never will own Inuyasha. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting around on writing fanfics, would I?

Let the show begin!

Chapter 1- A Merry Meeting

THWACK!

The sharp end of the sickle embedded itself deep into the tree trunk. Smiling in satisfaction, the young tajiya looked around the clearing, hoping that someone had seen his success. The fact that the area was empty except for him seemed to dampen his mood somewhat. Shrugging, he turned back to the matter at hand: getting the axe out of the tree.

Grunting with the effort, he finally pulled it out. It lay on the ground in front of its former lodging place, shining in the sunlight. Putting a hand up to shade his eyes, Kohaku looked at the sky. It was clear, a promise of heat to come.

A sound caught his ears, and he turned around. Someone was walking down the path from the village, towards him. He squinted, trying to make out who it was. The person moved with a certain grace, and he or she made slight jingling sounds as they stepped. This confused Kohaku for a while, until he saw that the jingling came from the staff the person held.

When he was a few feet away, Kohaku finally saw who it was. A huge grin broke out on his face.

'Have you seen Kohaku around, Inuyasha?'

The hanyou looked up from the tear in his haori. 'I think he went off to practice or something like that. Why?'

'Oh, no reason. I haven't seen him since breakfast, so I was a bit worried.'

'Hey Sango? Are you busy right now?'

Smiling, Sango looked at her mate. 'Why Inu-chan?'

He held up his sleeve to her. 'It's just that my haori's torn. Would you mind fixing it?'

'Inuyasha!' Laughing, Sango slowly sat next to him. Slowly, cause of the load her stomach carried.

'What? What's so funny?'

'Nothing.' Ruffling his silver hair, she took his sleeve in her hands and examined it. 'You should be able to do this yourself Inu-chan.'

'Myself? Since when does the male use a needle and thread on his clothes? It's the female's job to do that Sango. It's the male's duty to hunt, bring home food and protect the family.'

Sango raised an eyebrow at him. 'You haven't gone hunting in a while Inu-chan. Kohaku's the one who does that now.'

'That's cause well…'

'Why?'

'It's also the male's role to protect his mate when she is unable to defend herself. And you can't exactly run out and throw Hiraikotsu around so long as you're like that.' he looked significantly at her bulging belly.

'Oh Inuyasha!' laughing, she kissed him lightly on the cheek.

'What?'

She shook her head at his ignorance, and then kissed him again.

'Long time Miroku!'

The monk grinned as the teenager ran up to him. Kohaku had changed little in the nine years that had passed since he had last seen him. He was still slender, now a lot taller of course, but his face had the same boyish cast to it. His hair was tied up in the same shaggy ponytail- just as he remembered it. The throwing axe was held casually in one hand, but the sure grip the young tajiya had on it indicated strength and knowledge of the weapon- more than he had once had.

'It HAS been a long time, hasn't it?' Miroku shook his head. 'I always thought of coming around, but somehow never got down to it. But this time, once I got the news, I knew I had to come. How could I miss it?'

Kohaku nodded. 'Ane-ue would never have forgiven you. Neither would Inuyasha.'

'And they wouldn't have named the baby after me.'

Kohaku laughed. 'Who said they're going to name it after you?'

Miroku shrugged. 'Oh, they promised me they would. At least, Sango did…'

'But did Inuyasha agree?'

Miroku shrugged and replied cheerfully. 'Who knows? But I'm sure Sango can talk him round to it.'

'What if it's a girl? Would you like a girl to be named after you?'

Miroku's brow furrowed as he debated this question. 'Maybe they could change the name to Miroki or something like that, if the baby turns out to be female.'

Kohaku laughed again, and slung an arm around the monk's shoulder. 'Whatever houshi. It's good to see you again. At last there'll be someone to talk to around here. Ane-ue and dear husband have been way too obsessed with the coming baby to pay much attention to me.'

Miroku didn't reply to Kohaku's statements immediately, instead looking thoughtfully at the ground before his feet. Finally he said 'I won't be staying long for now. Just two days, three at the most. I mean to go on, to visit my master Mushin's gravesite. In another month it'll be ten years since he passed away.' He caught sight of Kohaku's face and hurried on 'But I'll come back. I don't mean to spend much time there- perhaps three or four days to perform all the ceremonies I want to do. And the journey isn't too much either- two weeks to go and two to come back if I move fast without any long halts. I would be back within a month and a half. Two at the most. And the child isn't due till mid autumn. It's only late summer now.'

The light slanted through the tree branches, falling softly on Kohaku's face as he listened to the monk's explanation. As he watched the monk, a sudden idea came to him, not a very pleasant one. He decided he needed to clarify it right then, before they set out for the house.

'Miroku? Can I ask you one question about all this?'

'Of course.'

Kohaku took a deep breath before he voiced what he intended to. It was not an easy matter to approach. 'Are you sure you're not doing this so you can see my sister and Inuyasha together for as short a time as possible?'

Miroku raised his eyes from the ground and met Kohaku's nervous, yet determined gaze. The young man wanted an answer, he could see. And Miroku would give him the truth.

'Of course not.'

'No?'

Miroku shook his head, the characteristic small smile on his face. 'Contrary to what you may think my dear Kohaku, I lone seeing them together, though it does cause me a little pain, I will admit. Sango is truly happy only when she is with Inuyasha, and her happiness is what I live for, still. My feelings for her are not gone, and will never go. They are merely buried beneath the other things that govern my daily existence. I will not waste away in grief because she is with another, I laugh and smile because she has found someone who loves her, and she is happy with him. I cannot wait to see her, to see them, again. I love her, I cannot deny it. But I do not allow that love to ruin my time with her and her mate.'

There was no lie in his deep violet eyes. He was telling the truth. Kohaku heaved a tiny sigh of relief. He had been afraid that Miroku's feelings for his sister might make things awkward in the house, but his fears were now laid to rest by the houshi's words.

'Satisfied?'

'Hunh?'

Miroku laughed. 'Someone is spaced out. I asked, are you satisfied with my answer?'

Nodding, Kohaku replied 'Yes.' He looked up at the sun. it had traveled to it's noon peak, it was almost time for lunch. It was time to take Miroku home.

'Shall we move on then, Miroku?'

'Home?'

'Yes.'

Miroku laughed. 'I thought you'd never come to it. Let's go.'

The two set off up the path, Kohaku swinging his sickle around and watching the sunlight glint off it's polished surface, Miroku walking more sedately behind, his staff jingling with every step he took.