Disclaimer: Please see chapter one for the disclaimer.

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SOMETHING OR OTHER
Chapter Two: The Monk and Japan's Finest, Part Two
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"Hey, over there," Kagome said suddenly after a few minutes, momentarily forgetting her motion sickness. A crowd had gathered in front of a high school not far from Inu-Yasha and Kagome's location on top of a manga chain. A few police cars were also parked nearby, with the officers patrolling around, muttering into their radios. She squinted to get a better look at the school, and her heart jumped to her throat. It was her high school! And if you were actually surprised by that, please smack yourself, she groaned. "Quick, let me down behind this store."

Inu-Yasha complied with a grunt, and the two ran towards the commotion once their feet touched the pavement, with the hanyou's ears down flat to avoid attention. Kagome gulped as she noticed a few of her classmates and friends, probably here for extra lessons. She was careful to duck her head whenever any looked her way – she definitely didn't want them to start up another conversation about her 'sicknesses' or her 'possessive boyfriend' when she had monk butt to kick. She and Inu-Yasha pushed their way to the middle of the crowd only to be blocked off by some of Japan's Finest.

"Sorry, miss, you can't go through here," one police officer said gruffly. Just past him, Kagome could see a familiar blob of black and purple being shoved against a patrol car by a few more men in uniform.

"This is completely unnecessary!" cried a shaken voice. "I was only curious, surely you can't be serious about this! I – hey! Kindly watch where you stick that thing!"

Inu-Yasha peered over the top of the officer's head to spot Miroku being patted down, his arms against the car. He had to choke down a laugh. Kagome nudged him in the ribs and hissed, "Come on, we have to get him out of here."

The hanyou snorted. "Keh. The bouzu got himself into this, he'll get himself out."

Kagome wanted to agree, but her darned conscience wouldn't let her. Conscience, you are SO getting a demotion, she thought to herself darkly. But you wouldn't be sweet dear Kagome without me, it responded, chuckling with malice.

"I don't get paid enough for this," she grumbled. Inu-Yasha looked at her oddly. Crap! Alright, no more one-sided conversations with myself.

She would have continued that conversation nonetheless if another familiar voice hadn't cut through the throng of noise. "Kagome! Inu-Yasha!"

The two in question turned to see Sango running towards them with Shippou and Kirara on each of her shoulders. "What's going on?" She asked, frowning, as she caught sight of Miroku. Her frown quickly turned into an expression of alarm. "Er, what are they doing to him?" Japan's Finest were still hard at work patting the monk down.

Kagome coughed, aware of how awkward the procedure looked to people unfamiliar with the situation. "They're just checking that he's not carrying anything… dangerous."

The irony fairy was at work again as one officer dealing with Miroku was currently trying to tear his staff from his grasp. "Look, buddy, you're not making this any easier!" The officer growled.

Sango and Inu-Yasha said nothing, both watching with unreadable expressions.

The moment was complete when news reporters started to shove forwards, with cameras and microphones everywhere. Kagome felt ready to cry – from laughter or frustration, she could not tell - and everyone else's brains were about to implode with confusion.

"Sir, sir, what is the current situation?" The very same news reporter they saw earlier on TV was shoving her microphone at the police officer in front of the Inu-crew. The cop just grunted and resumed keeping people away from the 'offender'. Hadn't they ever heard of police tape?

"Come on, we've got to do something," Sango muttered as the officers were trying to push Miroku into the police car. The monk resisted, his limbs spread out like an animal carpet to prevent him from fitting into the car. Inu-Yasha grunted, unwilling to help, but having to nonetheless. However, Kagome agreed, albeit stifling down a laugh. Hey, it was a funny sight, alright?

"Oi, bouzu!" Inu-Yasha roared, gaining the attention of anyone within a one mile radius. The 'bouzu' nearly collapsed with relief. He thought this would never end… how was he supposed to know that you weren't allowed to feel women up in this era?

"Go, Shippou!" Sango cried as the kit threw himself from her shoulder and transformed into a giant spinning top. Kagome, Kirara, Sango, and Inu-Yasha ducked and ran towards Miroku, pushing the officers out of the way. Kirara transformed into her larger and more threatening form, scaring off anyone who wasn't caught up in the confusion and trying to stop them. The officer holding Miroku down gaped and ran out of the cat demon's way, leaving the lecherous monk free to hop on The Kirara Express behind Sango.

Once Kirara had gotten away safely, Shippou dropped his transformation and was grabbed by the scruff of his neck by Inu-Yasha. They managed to escape from the mass hysteria, catching up to the others.

"Great going, bouzu," Inu-Yasha growled. Sango voiced her agreement by violently jabbing her elbow into Miroku's stomach.

"Well, Kagome-sama, at least you can't complain of having a boring time," the monk wheezed, regaining his calm composure.

Even Shippou gave him a dirty look at that one, and Kagome seethed. Fourth mental note: Give cattle prod to Sango. Watch Miroku scream.

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A/N: Well, I hope this chapter successfully followed up to the first, anyway. On a good note, I'll be updating once a week for a while. I'm moving in September (what a time to move…) so I might not be able to keep it up all the time, but I'll try.