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Chapter #9

Inuyasha winced, and growled at Kagome. "Get outta here, I'm fine."

"You collapsed!" she snapped, coming at him again with that stupid rag. "Now take off that shirt, I need to clean your cut."

"I'm fine!" He turned his back to her, and lay on his stomach.

What she couldn't reach wouldn't hurt him...

"Common Inuyasha! TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHING!"

Struggling, the two looked up at a soft "Eh-hem."

Kaede, a.k.a. castle healer, was staring at them with raised eyebrows. "Methinks you two like each other more then ye let on."

Glancing at each other, Inuyasha and Kagome backed away from each other, blushing furiously.

"It's not like that—"

"Hell it ain't!"

"He got hurt, and—"

"Did not!"

Kaede looked from one red face to the other. "Inuyasha and Kagome on Inuyasha's bed. Kagome on top of Inuyasha, trying to get his clothes off. Both of them doing this when half the kingdom's occupied with our newest guest." Kaede nodded solemnly. "Aye, this is probably completely innocent."

Kagome and Inuyasha glared at her in horror.

"I-I WOULD N-N-NEVER DO SOMETHING LIKE TH-TH-TH-AT!" Kagome sputtered.

"What guest?" Inuyasha wondered aloud.

Kagome rolled her eyes.

Apparently Inuyasha's attention span was known for being rather...small.

In other words, it could be argued that even Rin had more aptitude then him.

Little pink dress and all.

"Why, Kagome's friend," Kaede answered cheerfully. "Sango. Naraku sent for her, and she's waiting in the dining hall."

Kagome jumped up and let out a squeal of joy.

Kaede smiled fondly.
Inuyasha covered his ears.

Darting around the healer, Kagome rushed down to meet her friend.

Just outside the dining hall, Kagome stumbled upon Miroku.

She surveyed his red cheek.

"Asked her, huh?"

He grinned, and rubbed his face. "I think she likes me."

Pausing momentarily to ponder the stupidity of all males, Kagome skipped into the hall.

"Sango!"

"Kagome!"

Hugging, the girls both beamed.

Miroku entered, and bent down to Shippou's level. "Don't you think that Sango's going to be kinda distracting?"

"Distracting for whom, exactly?"

"Kagome."
Shippou blinked. "I don't follow."

"With Sango here, Kagome will never get to know Inuyasha. And if she never gets to know Inuyasha, she'll never fall in love with him. And if she never falls in love with him, we'll never be human. Never."

Shippou put his hands on his hips. "What you say makes...some...sense, but are you sure you just aren't interested in being Sango's distraction from Kagome?"

Miroku shrugged modestly. "It was just a thought."

"Whose bright idea was it to bring Sango here anyway?" Shippou grumbled. "She's a sweet girl—you can't deny that—but she isn't exactly going to be helpful."

"Naraku was the one who sent for her." Miroku's expression darkened momentarily. "But I disagree; Sango could be very helpful to us. She's Kagome's best friend, now isn't she? If we tell her everything—"

"Everything?"

"What more is there to tell her?" Miroku gestured at his ears and fangs. "She's already seen us as demons. What's one little curse? She won't mind helping with some matchmaking."

"You sure?"

Miroku smiled dreamily in Sango's direction, and nodded. "Positive."

Shippou shook his head in defeat, and mutely made his way over to the two girls.

"Did you know you're in a castle, working with hundreds of demons, and one of them promised to make me brownies?" Sango asked excitedly.

"Brownies? Was that Myouga?"

"The very same."

Kagome nodded. "Demons and castles...I kinda figured all that out."

Shippou tapped Kagome on the shoulder.

Actually, he would have tapped her on the shoulder.

If he could've reached it.

Which he couldn't.

The woes of

"Kagome?" He gave her his cutest look.

The results didn't disappoint.

"Aw...he's so cute!"

"What is it Shippou?"

"Miroku will show Miss Sango to her room—" Sango made a face. "—but you're needed in the library."

"Now?" Kagome asked in dismay. "But Sango just got here."

"Don't worry," Shippou assured as he led her out of the room. "Miroku will take care of her."

Once the two were gone, Sango turned to Miroku.

"So...how do you feel about curses, witches, demons, and me?" he asked hopefully.

Sango concealed a smile.

As pick-up lines went, at least he was creative.

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