Title: The Care-e-oh-ke Machine
Author: Rachel Elizabeth
Email: ceramicprincess (at) fanfiction (dot) net
Status: Tentatively ongoing
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Cavity warning.
Summary: The InuYasha gang dishes out their true feelings, even Naraku and Kikyou.
Proviso: No.
Author's Comments: Er, once again, fixing formatting, etc. This is a little piece I like to write on when one of my muses decides it likes the bar down the street better than my room. I keep asking to go with 'em, but they just laugh at me.
Feedback: As always, much appreciated.
Dedication:
To Nichole, 'cause if I'm not mistaken, she was one of the few people still rootin' for this story.
Chapter Notes: Georgia Satellites, Keep your hands to yourself


Your hand goes here—

What turmoil, Miroku thought, amused. Everything was turning out exactly as he thought it would; Inu Yasha and Kagome had finally revealed feelings that hadn't ever been revealed, Rin had sung a song that was quite appropriate for her and Shippou had eased the mood with his song. Still, it was becoming quite heavy in the room and he guessed it was his turn to lighten the mood. Sango was staring at him with a suspicious glint in her eyes when he went towards the microphone. He loved it when she got that glint in her eyes; it made him giddy.

He grabbed the book and waited for everyone to settle down. Up until this point Naraku had been alarmingly quiet and Miroku wasn't sure why, but he didn't even want to contemplate it at that point. When he looked over at Naraku he was only sitting in a corner quietly, looking dead ahead almost as though he was staring at space. Ah, well, Miroku thought.

I got a little change in my pocket goin' jing-a-ling-a-ling
I want to call you on the telephone baby, a-give you a ring
But each time we talk, I get the same old thing
Always no hugg-ee no kiss-ee until I get a wed-in' ring
My honey my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself
B-b-b-baby, baby, baby why you wan' treat me this way
You know I'm still your lover boy I still feel the same way
That's when she told me a story, 'bout free milk & a cow
And said no hugg-ee no kiss-ee until I get a wed-in' vow
My honey my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself
Hold it here
See I wanted her real bad, and I was about to give in
But last night she started talking about true love
Started talking about sin and
I said, honey I'll live with you for the rest of my life
She said no hugg-ee no kiss-ee until you make me your wife-a
My honey my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself!

Sango wondered at that very moment if her face could have turned any more red than it was. Both Kagome and Inu Yasha decided to take that time to look quizzically over at her and stare. They knew what he was singing about; heck, anyone who know Miroku knew what he was singing about!

How mortifying! Sango thought, disgustedly. She didn't think that she would ever forgive Miroku for being so inconsiderate. Why was she getting so mad? Sango stopped. She really had nothing to be mad about. He had told his true feelings. That was what they were trying to do from the very beginning and instead of singing about how she felt about Miroku, she had chosen to dedicate a song to her brother; wasting her opportunity.

It wouldn't happen again.

Somehow, someway she would partner with him when they did pairs.

Somehow.

"Uh, Sango?" Kagome asked, timidly. Sango looked as though she were ready to burst into tears. Kagome slowly inched over towards Sango and was about to sputter up something hopefully helpful, but Sango saved her the trouble. She turned towards Kagome and smiled.

As though she had lost her mind.

Miroku sauntered off the stage looking quite smug and walked right up to Sango and placed his hands in some unmentionable spots on Sango.

Sango screeched. "What exactly do you think you're doing, Houshi-sama?" A loud boom followed this question as Sango's boomerang connected with Miroku's head.

Miroku landed on the ground next to Sango's feet. "I just thought I should help a lady—"

Even Inu Yasha cracked a smile at that last jibe, but the placid-faced Sesshoumaru said nothing and blinked not an eye. Rin stood next to him and a small smile played at the tips of her lip. Gently Rin pulled at Sesshoumaru's arm and put her hand through his bent arm. He frowned and looked down at her hand.

She only whispered to him, "I'm sorry," and looked away, but her hand did not let go. He never said a word, but pulled his arm back. She turned her head so that she wouldn't have to see his expression, but instead of walking away as she had thought he would, he grabbed her hand and linked their fingers.

"Like this," he mumbled, looking at their interlinked fingers.