Shippou walked along with Kirara, still concerned about Sango.
"I hope she's okay." The small neko mewed in agreement. "I mean, it's bad enough that Inuyasha's been acting like a jerk and I have to make sure Kagome didn't get too hurt by him, but now I have to worry about Sango…." The boy sighed. "If I get to be like that when I grow up, Kirara, then see if you can find some potion to keep me a kid forever." Kirara let out another mewl in response.
Nearing the campsite, Shippou said, "I just hope that Kagome didn't 'sit' Inuyasha to death after being alone with him." Entering the clearing, Shippou's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when he saw that this wasn't the case. All he saw before he turned away in mortification was Inuyasha and Kagome's arms around one another, the couple engaged in a heated kiss.
"C-c'mon, Kirara!" Shippou didn't need to encourage the little cat, who was equally shocked by the display of affection between her two friends. Both youkai walked speedily back to where they had left Miroku and Sango. Though the more child-like part of him was mildly disgusted by what he had seen, his kitsune nature couldn't wait to go back to the monk and slayer and relay the newest piece of gossip. However, coming upon the lake, Shippou soon felt a case of déjà vu. His eyes widening again at the sight of an entanglement of robes and arms, Shippou let out a small squeak as he ran back into the woods.
Stopping by a large tree and breathing hard, the small kitsune sat himself down on an unearthed root. The neko trailing besides him and looking up at him with an equally traumatized expression, Shippou looked down at her bleakly and sighed heavily. "Oi, Kirara," he said, bringing his hand down to pet the cat. "What did I do to deserve this?"
Oh Shippou… if you only knew.