Die Men, DIE!!!
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha. Dangit!!!
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We find ourselves in the middle of a forest, watching as two young women beat the living hell out of a white haired half demon. Now many of you may be thinking, 'What did he do to disserve this?' But actually it's the opposite of that. 'What didn't he do?' you ask, well…you should remember from chapter one…hehe…(sorry it was soo long ago :S)
"DAMNIT!!! I HATE MEN!!! I WISH THEY WOULD ALL DIE!!!!!" A very cramped Sango yelled. Her frustrated words ringing throughout the woods.
"Me too." Kagome calmly agreed, while dusting her hands together. She stood over an unconscious Inu Yasha with a smirk on her face. "We should really do this more often. I know it does more for me than just saying 'sit'." She smirked when the unconscious form sunk deeper into the ground. "Plus, I think he realizes what he did wrong quicker this way."
"Yeah," snickered Sango. "Especially when you ask him questions and beat him over the head when he answers wrong!!!"
After that they both broke out in laughter. Then they heard the mumbling sounds of the hanyou waking up. Sighing, they both raised their clubs and bonked him over the head again. Then, giggling evilly once again, they walked off towards camp.
Miroku smiled calmly at the two women as they walked into the small clearing. When they silently acknowledged him, he went back to sipping his tea. He reminded himself not to do any groping or make any hentai comments until they were out of the crazy mood swings and insanely evil stage. (*hint, hint* He's beginning to think they become possessed by some sort of youkai with a grudge against men.)
About half an hour later, a severely beaten up Inu Yasha emerged from the forest. His clothing torn and covered in dirt and leaves. Upon spotting the two happily chatting females on the other side of camp, he grimaced and fell to the ground near Miroku. Sitting up a little, he reached under his body and picked up the rock that was stabbing his bruised rib. Tossing it off in an unknown direction, he plopped back down on the ground to wait for the healing process to take over.
Miroku sighed as he finished his latest cup of tea. The girls had been chatting for a few hours now, and neither one of the men wanted to risk interrupting the good mood. But they did need to leave. Looking at each other, silently they came to an agreement. Calling Shippo over, they began to scheme.
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Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know, I stink, I can't even write very much when I do update. *grins evily* But I do kind of feel bad for leaving the few readers I have hanging for so long. Did anyone else go through MAJOR withdrawl when fan fiction.net was down a few days ago? I sure did…hehe…made me realize how much torture I was putting people through :S