Disclaimer: If I owned it, I might just still be broke because I'd give it away. Oh, wait, no I wouldn't. I'd make Sess give it away – but only to Inu!

Chaos

The last time he'd walked in here, the room had walls of a pleasant moss green, and the floor had been piled with soft furs, rugs and pillows. Now, all the soft things that could protect a toddler where strewn in the hall outside, exposing the harsh white marble with pink and black streaks. And it was cold. That just proved another reason to dislike the hard, stone floors – too cold for young ones. Dyes, inks, tempera, beeswax, and oil paints were splashed everywhere.

His best guess was a cold war was raging about the differences between an 'a secco' and a 'mezzo-fresco.' Though, as the plaster was all dry by now, it was a bit of a moot point… 'a secco' was the only option. He wondered if it was even worth asking what sort of mural they were planning; then he saw Jaken's face, covered in purple swirls and golden stars. No, it absolutely was not worth it.

If it was too horrendous, he could just call to have the wall replastered, and something else put up instead. He smiled softly at the children. Perhaps an image of them playing with the baby at the edge of the forest? Yes, that would be lovely, especially in spring, with the pretty flowers Rin so loves… they could all be wearing those silly crowns and necklaces she makes. His smile widened, and he began to hum and rub his stomach in circles, unconsciously.

Jaken looked over, and finally noticed his master; the one so lost in his own thoughts he didn't notice the kappa falling over himself and landing in a puddle of bright yellow and orange ink. Even his fall and his master's distraction did nothing to dissuade the formerly green demon from prostrating and humbling himself. Rin and Shippo laughed.

Back in the ballroom, much screaming ensued. Kagome was furious to have, again and this time in rather permanent ink, be describe as, essentially a slut. Well, she was, technically, correct; as a virgin she wasn't a slut. However, stringing three different guys along at the same time did make her something of a tease. Like all teases, though, eventually the guys get sick of it and move on. Currently Hojo back in her own time was the only one still putting up with her mess. She did not want to accept that though.

Worse, was the idea of her being Kikyo's soul mate. She was morally offended, as she was at her root, massively homophobic. It never even occurred to her that soul mates were not always romantic partners, nor that, her next (or Kikyo's, for that matter) reincarnation might not be a female. Souls do not have a gender; bodies do.

Miroku was trying, over and over, using his most soothing tones and rational arguments, to get her to see reason. Sango was just trying to keep from knocking the girl out and tossing her into the well. It was taking all her self-restraint. Kagome's voice had almost reached levels only dogs could hear; which would have made both Miroku and Sango happy, but Inuyasha was sick of it. Plus, he'd just started getting used to not having the necklace; he did not want her new torment for him to be using her voice like a dog-whistle. If she started that, he might just let Sesshomaru kill her. His ears were worth it!

Sango had reached her breaking point. She slapped Kagome; it was the traditional way to snap someone out of a fit of histrionics, right? Kagome snapped, what was left of her sanity, if there had been anything left of her sanity, cracking into a million tiny pieces, mildly reminiscent of what happened that fateful day she shot an arrow at a bird and broke the jewel. She jumped on Sango, and the two were brawling, fighting hand-to-hand, rolling on silken pillows, crashing into low tables, and generally wrecking everything. One or two of the scrolls that had yet to be read would now never be; torn beyond repair.

Miroku looked on, drooling. His eyes took in every flash of breast and butt as the girls twisted and writhed. Every rip of clothing that bared more flesh made his eyes widen just a bit more. He had absolutely no intentions of stopping this anytime in the near future. After all, he was currently getting to see more of his fiancée's body than he did without spying. Plus, two girls fighting; hot! … he would be masturbating to this later, but when he did, he'd be imagining them both naked. Yes, even he admitted he was a pervert. But, he also embraced his nature with both hands – it made jerking off faster when you used two.

As for Inuyasha, well he was cheering for Sango, mostly. Kagome did bring it on herself with all her actions and well, jumping on Sango really didn't help matters. But, then again, she was too stupid to know better, and she was once his friend, even if after all her abuse he wasn't too sure he still wanted to call her that, and aren't you supposed to want to help and protect your friends? So, he cheered for Sango mostly, but he also wanted to stop the fight to save Kagome, and he felt very guilty for the part of himself that was cheering on Kagome's ass-whooping.

As for Sango, well, she was holding back; a lot. She was a trained demon-slayer. Even now, she had at least five blades on her person, and sixteen different methods for breaking Kagome's neck in the forefront of her mind. Yet, she was only using her fists, yes she was even holding back so far as to not kick, and very weak punches. She didn't mean to break the teen's nose in three places, honest she didn't. Besides, it would eventually heal straight… okay, mostly straight… well, she'd breath.

Kagome was howling even louder than before. Inuyasha and Sango began to suspect she might not be fully human herself – she had to have had a banshee ancestor somewhere in her family line! Guards finally came in to break everything up. As both of the combatants were guests under the protection of the lord, plus both girls were vehemently accusing the other of starting it, all they could do was escort them to their separate rooms. Sesshomaru would have to sort it out on his time, and deal with any discipline that needed to be dealt out as he saw fit.

Miroku sulked. Inuyasha just sighed, and began to try to clean up the mess. As usual, he was the help.