I did it! I finally got this chapter up. I'm sorry that it took so long.

Chapter three

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha...yet!

'Will you bear my child?' The words seemed to float in the air, unreal. Impossible. Sango gasped, then blinked in shock as what the man, Miroku, had said impacted on her. She stared first at him, the man who had (in a way) just proposed to her. After all there was no way that she could bear his children when they weren't married. No decent way at least. For a moment she actually considered his proposal. With his blue grey eyes, charmingly sweet smile, and that tiny ponytail, not to mention that gold hoop earring, which seemed to glow and sparkle in the setting sun he was rather handsome... the glove- like thing on his hand only added allure... and when she had arrived he had been talking so gently to that adorable little boy, whoever he was... Then she realized that those beautiful eyes were looking up... but they weren't quite reaching her eyes. Or, for that matter, they weren't reaching her face... the place that they were looking at was a little below her neckline. The look on his face could only be described as longing. She started blushing. Her face turned an unmaidenly shade of red when she realized that not only was he looking at her that way he was stroking her knee. Rather intimately.

Her mouth opened in shock and anger. She tried to speak, but no words would come out of her mouth. "Pervert!" her voice came finally. She slapped him. Hard. So hard that he fell on his back. In the mud. She stepped back haughtily, still glaring daggers at him. A red mark appeared on his face.

"What'd I do?" he asked in a bemused tone.

He seemed truly not to understand why he was on his back in the mud, with the imprint of a hand on his cheek. To Sango the confused expression made him seem even more adorable. She covered up her blush by yelling at him angrily.

"Ohh! First you asked me to 'bear your child' within a few minutes of learning my name! Then you stare at my breasts! Then you practically grope me! Now you ask what you did?! I will not bear your child, and if you come near me again, I'll make you look so bad that no woman will ever want to look at you, much less bear your child! Do you understand that, lecher?" she had calmed down a little by the last sentence, and had stopped yelling.

"You didn't have to push me in the mud." He grumbled.

"I. Said. Do. You. Understand."

"But my lady, I was not trying to offend you at all. I was only asking if you would do me the honor of-"

"Shut up. Now!"

"Sango, calm down." said Kagome, "He can't help himself. It's a curse. Handed down to the oldest son in his line. I'll explain it to you later. And, Miroku, Sango's just naturally violent, don't worry about it at all."

"But-"

"But nothing Sango." Kagome turned around. "Can we just GO?"

"Aw, look." Miroku was grinning "he's fallen asleep."

"Who?"

"Shippou."

"I'll carry him," Said Inuyasha, with a look that could almost be described as sweet. Almost. When he caught Miroku and Kagome looking at him with 'awww, look' expressions on their faces. He glared at them and growled. "What are you looking at?"

"Uh... nothing. Nothing."

He blew out a breath angrily and picked up Shippou. Next he grabbed the rusty old sword lying on the ground near him, and stuck in the scabbard at his waist. He turned to Kagome. "Which way do I go?"

"Uh... this way. It's about half a mile."

"Wait," said Miroku. He grabbed a couple of sacks and stared stuffing things in. "Food. Blankets. Clothing. Money. Soap. Spells. Pillows. Weapons. Flint. Kindling. Firewood. Jewelry. Pens. Paper. Books. Scrolls. Ink. That should be good."

"Just the bare essentials." noted Inuyasha sarcastically. He picked up Shippou, and adjusted him until it was comfortable. "Let's go."

Authors notes: I wish it were longer, but I'm having a bit writer's block and it seemed like a good place to end. There will be lots of action in the next chapter if all goes as planned. Hope you liked it. Please review