The group of travelers were making their way across the countryside, having traveled a great distance in the past few days since the mating season. Many of them groaned and gripped, wanting a good place to stay the night, because it had been a long while since they had a meal that didn't consist of boar or fish meat, and they would've liked to be able to sleep on actual beds for once.

So Miroku, the ever shifty monk came up with the usual ruse about demons plaguing the headman's house, but something was different about this village.

These villagers already knew who they were, or at least they knew of Miroku, which was odd because the monk claimed he had never been to the village before. But then the villagers started talking about what disgraceful things Miroku had done, things like stealing all their women, food, and drinks. At this the group glared at the monk, because they knew for a fact the monk the villagers were talking about was their friend.

They proceeded to get chased out by angry village men.

"Great job, you costed us good food and warmth!" Sango blustered. Sheumaru knew that the only reason the demon hunter was mad at her companion was because the villagers had mentioned Miroku stealing all their women, which was a sore spot for the girl.

It truly was too bad that Miroku was blinded by his lecherous ways otherwise he would've see that Sango had feelings for him. Not that she herself would ever admit it, but Sheumaru could sense it.

"Come now, Sango, we'll only need to stay out another night. I'm sure we'll find another village by daybreak if we keep moving." Miroku promised her.

"You better hope on your life that we do." Sango grumbled irritably.

"Those two are an interesting couple aren't they?" Jinoku whispered to Sheumaru.

She suppressed a smile, "they are indeed. I hope everything works out between the two of them."

"What do you mean?"

"Can't you smell it? Sango shows interest towards him, he's just too daft and perverted to realize it." Sheumaru huffed.

"Are you playing Match Maker, Sheumaru?" It was obvious by his voice that he was making fun of her.

"Possibly, but never poke fun, love. I have a feeling my pairings will eventually play out."

"I would never." His tone suggested the complete opposite. Sheumaru was drawn out of their private conversation and back into the group's, choosing to ignore Jinoku at the moment.

"There is a village not far from this one, we should be able to make it there by afternoon at the latest." Sango said, recalling a memory from her demon slaying days. "My village of demon hunters were hired by them once or twice."

The group made it to the next village by high noon, but what happened at the previous village happened to the new one as well.

"Kill the monk for stealing our women and money!" The horde of angry villagers yelled as they entered through the front gates.

"My gods, Miroku! Can't you ever stop yourself?!" InuYasha yelled, as they were chased out of the village.

"I swear I have never seen this place in my life!" The monk responded, dodging a spear.

"Well they swear they've seen you!" Kagome yelled to them, sitting on Sheumaru's back while Miroku sat on InuYasha's.

It wasn't until they managed to march themselves to yet another village, tired, hungry, and dehydrated, that they finally caught the culprit behind all the miss conceptions. How the group found out was interesting, because just as the group marched through the front gates, they saw a horde of girls giggling around one monk... Miroku.

Instantly upon seeing himself among the crowd of goggling girls, Miroku knew what was going on, and he looked like he could tear a mountain down with his fiery alone, but only for a split second and then he composed himself.

As he spoke his eyebrow twitched in irritation. "Hachiemon!"

A: Hello really short chapter, but I just wanted something fun before a kind of different next chapter, and that one is significantly longer than this one, I think it's around 2,100 something?? Anyway I hoped y'all enjoyed this cute chapter! Bye bye now!