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Chapter 2

The hentai and the hanyou

Everyone looked up at once just as a very pissed off miko on the verge of tears stomped back into camp. They had heard an all too familar word and a equally familiar crashing sound moments before. Miroku hid a smile behind his cursed hand. Kami only knew the pain he would receive if his amusement was known. Sango looked at Kagome with concern, then turned toward the forest with a look of scorn. Shippou ran over to Miroku and jumped easily on his shoulder.

"Are they fighting AGAIN?" the young kit looked sadly at the one he considered his new mother.

"You know them, Shippou." Miroku stated as he finally got his smile under controll. "It's the only thing they are good at besides killing demons and protecting the innocent." Although, he thought, they haven't been fighting nearly as much as they used to. He watched as Sango rose and walked quickly to comfort her friend. He eyed her retreating form. Kami, did she have a body. He grinned with the thoughts of what he could do with that particular body. Mmmmm. He licked his lips with the very thought. Unfortunately, he had forgot that the small fox demon was still perched on his shoulder…

SMACK!

"Shippou? What was that for?", Miroku asked, rubbing his throbbing yet still intact head. Who know that this child had so much force in him?

"I just did it because I know that Sango or Mama would have done it if they weren't so busy. You really are a hentai, houshi!" With that, he jumped off Miroku's shoulder and ran to where Sango was comforting a now crying Kagome.

Miroku, still rubbing the back of his head, begin the walk as he usually did to find a very disgruntled hanyou lying in a self-shaped crater.

Damn. That one hurt. Bigtime. He started to pick himself up, only to think better of it as a pain resounded through his head. Didn't that bitch care where she sat him? He lay face down staring at the once large rock he had smashed with his, well, face. Sighing, he lay there in some hopes of recuperation. He remained there still as the houshi arrived and looked down at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Can you get out this time, or has she finally broken something?"

Inuyasha growled. He didn't need this damn monk mocking him. Today just wasn't his day. He manuevered slightly so that he could look at that damn face that he knew was smiling. Damnit.

"What the hell do you want, monk? Did you come here to laugh at my expense or did you have a good reason?" He began the task of climbing out of his hole. You think that he would have mastered it by now.

"Mostly to laugh at you, honestly."

The demon growled.

The houshi's smile faded and his face took on a more serious look. "I would like to know, however, what has been bothering you today. By what I witnessed you were having quite a lengthy conversation with yourself. Well, an argument, really." His smile did return, but he still held a look of concern. "You can talk to me if you would like, Inuyasha. I do not like to see my friends troubled."

Inuyasha stood up from his climbing and began to brush off his hatori. "You can't help me, monk. I'm just fucking fine. Trust me." He laughed sacastically and looked up at the sky. "Everyone knows that life isn't worth living without a couple of "sits" a day! What the hell? Everyone should try it!" With this he shoved his hands into his sleeves and sat down.

"It started before the sit, Inuyasha."

"Feh." Was the only reply.

Miroku shrugged indifferently. "Well, we better get going." He looked toward the east. "I sense it is going to come quite a storm tonight and Kaede's village is still half a day's journey." The monk walked around the hole and put his hand on Inuyasha's shoulder. "When you need to talk, I'll listen." With that he turned to head back to camp.

"Feh," Inuyasha muttered to himself. Why did that monk think that he knew everything? He slowly rose and started the trek back to camp. He was a fire of mixed emotions. He stopped half way there and sighed. Maybe talking to that stupid monk would help him figure out some things. He continued walking, all the while holding his lower back with one and and his face with another.

Kagome really did a number on him this time.

Thanks for reading... it's a short chapter, but hopefully I can write more soon. Reviews would definitely help! Let me know if anyone likes this! Please-) sigh...