Konichiwa!  So, this isn't my first fic, but I'm still a newbie, so be nice when you review, peeze!  I DO own Inu Yasha.  MWA HA HA HA!  Oh look, it's my friends in white coats.  What?  You say I DON'T own Inu Yasha?!  Oh, how tragic.  Well, my friends in white coats are never wrong, so I guess that means I really don't own Inu Yasha.  Darn it all!

            It was a very peaceful day.  Perhaps, too peaceful…but it could just be me.  So, anyway, it was a very peaceful day in what would be Tokyo in a few hundred years, give or take a decade.  The sun was shining and the there was a gentle breeze that brought the sweet scent of spring flowers to a certain half demons' nose.  That same nose also couldn't help but catch a whiff of ramen being cooked not to far from the tree he was perched in.

            "Kagome, when is the ramen going to be ready?  I'm starving!" The demon whined.

            "Inu Yasha, that's the fifth time you asked me in the past 2 minutes.  Do you really think the noodles will cook that fast?"

            "Aren't they called 'instant' noodles?"

            "Do you want me to say 'it'?"

            Inu Yasha abruptly fell silent.  He'd already had one too many sits today, and Kagome was in a testy mood indeed.  Sango smiled to herself from across the fire as Kagome stirred the contents of the pot angrily.  When would those two admit their feelings for each other?  Of course, she wasn't any better.  The woman frowned.  She'd had feelings for Miroku for a long time, yet she never had the courage to tell him.  Sango shook her head.  He surely didn't share her feelings.  All he cared about was her butt and chest.  And any other woman's butt or chest that he could get his perverted hands on.  Speaking of perverted, where was the monk?  Sango realized he hadn't tried to grope her once today.  The woman looked around, and finally spied the man she was looking for sitting beneath a tree an Inu Yasha sized bound away.

            His back was to the great tree, and he was sitting crossed-legged with his eyes closed, apparently deep in thought.  Either that or he had dozed off, Sango couldn't tell.  The woman eyed Miroku suspiciously.  The only reason the lecher would go so long without trying to touch her was….well, Sango didn't know!  The demon hunter stood up and walked over to the monk.

            "Houshi-sama?"

            Miroku opened his eyes, startled.  He had been so engrossed in his thoughts that he hadn't heard the woman approaching.

            "Yes, Lady Sango?" The man smiled at the woman.

            "Are you feeling alright?"

            "Yes, I feel fine.  Why do you ask?" Miroku frowned.

            "Well, not that I'm complaining," Sango began, "but you haven't tried to grope me all day."

            Miroku smiled once again.

            "I've just been…thinking…"

            "Don't strain yourself.  What have you been thinking about?"

            Sango sat down across from the monk, just out of reach in case he decided that a good grope was called for.

            "Nothing to concern you with, I assure you."

            Sango knew he was lying, it was all over his face.  Worry lines were beginning to etch their way onto his young face, and his eyes had lost their usual bright and mischeivious glint.  The woman noticed his right hand was clenched tightly around his staff.

            "Is it your hand?"

            "Sango, Miroku, lunch is ready!" Kagome called.

            Inu Yasha was already stuffing the ramen into his mouth greedily.

            "Perfect, I was beginning to get hungry.  Shall we go, Lady Sango?"

            The monk stood and walked to the rest of the group.

            "Great timing, Kagome," Sango thought as she too rose and hurried to get some food before the half demon consumed it all. 

            The woman sat down and began to eat her ramen.  She noticed that Miroku wasn't touching his.

            "I thought you were hungry."

            The monk started out of his thoughts.

            "What? Oh…yes," Miroku picked up his bowl but still did not begin to eat.

            "Now I know something is wrong with him, he never passes up a meal."

            Suddenly, Inu Yasha stopped his scarfing, right in the middle of slurping up his third helping of noodles.  The half demon sniffed the air.

            "Inu Yasha, what is it?" Kagome asked, a little worried.

            "Something's coming.  Something big."

            Yeah, well, what did you think?  Boring?  Stupid?  Should I write more?  Review people, review!  Flames are allowed, but I will find them as a great source of amusement.  I'll write another chapter depending on what the reviews tell me, or if I'm bored and feel like writing more.  And I have one last piece of advice: Don't eat the Bean muffins…