Yo!! What's up? Ryochan here, and I just want to thank all of the wonderful reviewers for liking my story. I was thinking of making that a one-shot, but most of the reviews said to please continue on, so this is for you guys!!! Oh yeah, from now on I'm going to add a "Blooper Time" at the end, so you can see everybody act like morons! :D

Disclaimer: No, I don't own the characters of Inuyasha. But that's okay, I have the priviledge to mutilate them instead! *maniac grin*

Ch. 2: No! You've Got It All Wrong!!!

Miroku was horrified. He kept repeating to himself This is not happening, this is not happening........
Sango disentangled herself from him and beamed," I've always noticed that you put too much effort into trying to make women like you. It suprised me at first, you seemed too smart to actually make such a mistake as to be so perverted. But then I thought, what if you did that on purpose? That was when I knew. Don't worry Houshi-sama, I won't think any different of you. Just, now that you know I know, can you stop pretending to hit on me?"
Miroku found his voice and earnestly started to explain," NO! Sango- chan, I assure you, I am NOT gay, I-"
Sango interrupted," Don't worry Houshi-sama! I won't tell the others. I'm going to find Kagome-chan now, so I'll see you later, okay?" And with that, she walked off at a brisk pace, leaving poor Miroku in the dust.
He slumped to the ground. His eyes were haunted, filled with despair, and the jovial monk face he usually wore seemed to have left on a permanent vacation. He raised his eyes to the heavens, his face a shrine to torture.
Why?.....Why is life so cruel?..... Suddenly struck with an idea, he raced off to find the one person he could think of to help him out of this mess.

BLOOPER TIME!!!

BLOOPER 1
Miroku fell to the ground. His eyes were haunted, filled with despair, and the jovial monk face he usually wore seemed to have left on a permanent vacation.
He released all of his depression.
"SHI SHI HOKUDAN!!!"
BLOOPER 2
Miroku fell to the ground. His eyes were haunted, filled with despair, and the jovial monk face he usually wore seemed to have left on a permanent vacation. He raised his fist the heavens and cried," CURSE YOU SPARTICUS!!"