(flashback scene)

Miroku shifted his weight slightly and sank further into the soft grass.

"Hey, Inuyasha," he called to the branch above him without bothering to open his eyes. "What do you reckon those two are up to?"

"Beats me. Anytime those girls get together, it spells trouble for us. So I'm gonna just let 'em keep doing whatever it is they're doing."

"Mmm," agreed Miroku. Despite the fact that the sound of Sango and Kagome giggling in the bushes had certainly roused his curiosity, he was too warm and comfortable to even think about trying to move from his resting place under the tree.

It was certainly an unusual day. Kagome had come back from her time carrying a plastic box, a bag of something, and wearing a determined grin on her face. Without a word to Miroku or Inuyasha, she grabbed Sango's arm and led her behind the bushes. Once hidden, she issued her warning: "Don't you two even think about coming back here."

"Irresistible," they heard Kagome's voice announced. Miroku's eyes flew open and he lifted his head from the grass. Visions of two girls cavorting around in his head, he just couldn't ignore them any longer. Of course, he knew the reality was probably nothing like what was going on inside his head, and the reality was probably going to smack him in the face if he went over there.

Suddenly, he heard Inuyasha stirring in the branches above him.

"I don't know what I smell, but I think it might be evil," he announced.

"Okay, Miroku we have a surprise for you," called Kagome. "Are you ready?

Miroku's heart pounded. Two girls…with a surprise for him? Had he fallen asleep under the tree, and unknowingly begun having a wonderful dream? The laziness of the day left him in an instant and he leapt to his feet , his heart pounding in excitement.

"Be on your guard, Miroku," warned Inuyasha. "Something doesn't smell right about them."

Sango and Kagome burst from behind the bushes. "Taaa-daaa," sang Kagome.

Sango peered up at Miroku shyly. She looked slightly uncomfortable. When Miroku looked at her, he saw what the two girls had been up to all that time. Kagome had obviously brought some clothes over from her time. Sango was dressed in a rose coloured skirt the same length as Kagome's, which was very floaty and caught the breeze attractively. She wore a black top, with a floppy bow at the waist, the most striking feature being that it was sleeveless and Miroku was seeing her bare arms for possibly the first time ever. Well, the first time that she knew about anyway. Her hair had been piled on top of her head, and Kagome had curled little ringlets with a battery powered curling iron, to beautifully frame Sango's face.

When Sango raised her face from looking at her feet, further results of Kagome's handiwork were evident. In place of her normal dark pink eyeshadow, she was wearing something white and glittery, which made her eyes stand out more than usual. And she was wearing lipstick and blush for the first time ever. He put his hands on her bare shoulders and felt the softness of her skin.

There was something else about her though. Something he didn't like. Inuyasha was right, there was a bizarre smell clinging to her that was unlike anything he ever smelled before. His eyes began to sting and water. What was going on here?

Sango approached the stunned Miroku. "What do you think?"

"Er……" was all Miroku could say.

"Kagome called it a 'makeover'. She said this is what girls in her time are all wearing."

"Ummm….."

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

"Ahh……."

Sango's face crumpled in disappointment. "I knew this was a stupid idea," she muttered, looking at the ground to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.

Suddenly a sneeze erupted from Miroku's lips. Fortunately, he had the presence of mind to turn his head to one side, and move Sango away to the other side. Unfortunately however, the urgency of the situation meant that his gesture was a little more rough than intended, and he ended up shoving Sango. Even more unfortunately, Sango was wearing high heeled strappy sandals for the very first time in her life. Already unsteady on her feet, Miroku's shove caused her to topple sideways onto the grass.

"Ugh," said Miroku with a sniff. "What manner of foul miasma is this?" He rubbed his burning eyes and glared at her suspiciously.

Sango's voice cracked as she tried to hold back a sob. "It's Kagome's perfume. She said boys are supposed to find it irresistible." She clutched her right foot. "Owww," she whimpered. "My ankle…"

"I'm sorry Sango," said Miroku, covering his face with his sleeves and backing away from her. "I know you went through a lot of trouble and all, but please stay away from me until you've washed that stuff off of you."

Hurt beyond belief, she inspected a grass stain on the borrowed pink skirt and tried to pretend that she wasn't crying.

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Sango approached Miroku who had taken up his previous spot under the tree.

"I've washed, now," she said quietly. "Can I join you?"

Miroku sat up. "Of course. You know, now you look absolutely perfect."

Sango frowned. "I'm wearing the same clothes you always see me wear!"

"Exactly. Anyhow, I am truly sorry about pushing you over earlier. I was trying to do something polite, and it came out all wrong."

"It's okay. Anyway, Kagome took a picture of me before I changed my clothes with her magic picture box. You can have it…if you want…"

Miroku took the photograph in his hands. "I'd be honoured to keep it," he said.

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"There you are," said Kagome, poking her head into the bedroom. Inuyasha is watching some action movies and wanted you to join him.

"Thanks," said Miroku. "But I'm not really in the mood right now."

Kagome pushed the door completely open with her foot, and came in with an armload of pillows and sleeping bags, which she dumped unceremoniously on the floor.

"It's going to be a tight fit in here tonight. There are only three bedrooms in this house, so we're all going to have to sleep in here tonight. Well, I can't ask Sota or Mother to give up their beds. Inuyasha's not going to be too happy, but I've decided that since it's your very first night here, you get to sleep on the bed, and we'll take the floor."

Miroku pointed to the bed he was perched upon. "You mean this? This is for sleeping on? It's so far off the ground, what if I fall off?"

Kagome laughed. "That's never happened to anyone as far as I know. Don't worry, you'll love it. Beds in my time are the softest, most wonderful places to sleep." Her eyes twinkled in delight.

"Aren't there any futons anymore?"

"Some people like to stick to traditional furniture, but in this house we have mostly western furniture."

Miroku had no idea what "western furniture" meant. He made a mental note to ask about it later, he just couldn't take in any more information today. Besides, Inuyasha had just appeared in the doorway, leaning on the frame.

"Hey, Miroku," he drawled in his usual off-hand manner. "Aren't you coming to watch movies with me? There's this one set in our time, and we can watch it and laugh about how wrong they got it."

"Maybe tomorrow. I'm a little tired from all the excitement."

Inuyasha came in and sat down cross legged on the floor. "That's fine. Hey, we can talk in here instead-I need to teach you everything I learned about living in this time."

"I don't think you are the best teacher for him," said Kagome. "Can you move over a bit, I was trying to set up a sleeping bag here."

Inuyasha scooted over. "Who's sleeping on the floor?"

"You and I," explained Kagome. "That is, unless you want me and Miroku to sleep next to each other-then you can have the bed."

"Nope. I'm the only one who sleeps next to you."

Kagome smiled in triumph. "We might as well start thinking about going to sleep now. We ought to have an early start tomorrow." She fussed with Miroku's pillow as she spoke. "You are going to need a whole wardrobe of modern clothes if you are going to live here. So that means I get to take you shopping!"

Inuyasha groaned. "I'll warn you, Miroku, you are in for a very boring time! I remember when she did that to me."

Kagome clasped her hands together in delight, daydreaming about fashion and shopping. "I don't see you in street clothes like Inuyasha. I think you would look best very sharply dressed. Oh, that would be nice…"

"At any rate," interrupted Inuyasha. "You should stick to the same colours that you already wear, because they really complement your eyes."

Miroku and Kagome gaped at Inuyasha in astonishment.

"What?" said Inuyasha, leaning onto his back. "So I read Kagome's fashion magazines when I get bored. Big deal."

Kagome shook her head in amusement. "Okay, everyone. Lets try to get some sleep, okay?"