Ah… I have returned to letting the insanity continue.

How appropriate! Candy(star) just popped on with my handy windows media player and now I feel inspired!

So… where did I leave off?

Ah yes. Teletubbies. XD

Let's get going, luvs.

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Culture Shock

Officer Flannerty was having a difficult time with the residents of Apartment V6. In fact, she had no idea how these guys had even made it through customs. NONE of them knew what the heck she was talking about, and it was obvious on their faces.

"But… why is it illegal to express how I feel about women?" asked the shortest of the three, Miroku Houshii, if she remembered her briefing correctly. He gazed at her innocently, and for a second she even wondered if this was the infamous pervert so many girls had reported.

"Because, it violates their personal space." He blinked twice, and the police woman had to sigh. "Because it is. Don't question it, just keep that hand off of women's butts, and you should be okay."

The second, the one wearing a hat over long white hair, began laughing at Miroku. "Sucks to be you, letch!" he sniggered, pointing tauntingly at the only normal-looking (in Officer Flannerty's opinion) Japanese guy in the room. She turned to him.

"And YOU, Mr. … Hanyou, was it? You and your brother need to learn to respect property! I should fine you all for the excessive property damage you two have caused in the last week!" She looked around the room at the smashed TV, shredded couch (which had been slaughtered in Inuyasha and Sesshomaru's latest sibling feud), and broken pottery that had somehow managed to entangle itself in the foyer chandelier.

Sesshomaru regarded all of this with bored indifference. –Inuyasha—he spoke, turning to his HALF-brother. –Can you make this woman leave? If not, I shall have to, and that might cause more headaches with humans such as her—

Whatever, stupid. We'll get rid of her.— Inuyasha gave a knowing glance to Miroku, who, with his amazing gift of being able to smooth-talk the pants off the president, turned to Officer Flannerty.

"Well, ma'am, it was very nice of you to inform us of our wrong-doing instead of arresting us. We promise we'll behave ourselves in the future." He was hurrying her towards the door. She stopped abruptly, and turned around, but before she could say anything, Miroku flashed his sexiest smile. "A beautiful woman such as yourself shouldn't worry about bachelors like us. Have a nice day!"

He then slammed the door in the now blushing policewoman's face.

Summer had turned into fall, so Miroku's job at the pool was now non-existent. He had once again resumed work at the library, although staff members felt it would be safer to let him stock and check books out, rather than revive "Story time with Miroku."

The day had passed uneventfully. There were no young females to hit on, so his newfound problem called "sexual harassment" wasn't really an issue. Several of the old lady clientele seemed to take a liking to the new librarian, but he wasn't interested.

A chime dangled, signifying the entrance of a new patron. About an hour earlier, this certain patron had found herself in a place she wasn't so sure she recognized, but the sight of familiar faces had rectified that fear immediately.

After borrowing some clothing from Kagome and Ayako, Sango had made her way to the library and was now in search of Miroku.

He jumped up in surprise when he saw her. "Sango!" he exclaimed jubilantly, extracting several loud shushes from the other librarians

Houshii-sama, what are you doing here? Where are Inuyasha and Sesshomaru? I've been trying to get here for…---

Before she could finish, Miroku had embraced her. –Sango, he began – I thought that I would never see you again. Be glad that we are both here, together…--

And you hand is… where!---

Nyoop, nyoop…

A loud scream of "HENTAI!" brought more shushing and angry glares. With that, Sango stormed out of the library and back to Ayako's house.

Miroku sat at his post behind the check-out counter, rubbing the red handprint on his right cheek dejectedly, waiting for the clock to register the end of his shift.

Okay, so it's short. Gomen.

But I'm back! Be grateful, all of you!

Gomen for the long hiatus, too.