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To Me: Hey Eric, we know it's you. Who else would be so concerned about Jane's moodiness? No grammar mistakes? Damn! We tried so hard to write poorly. Oh well, I guess we're just underachievers. But whatever, as Smurf would say, Fuck a duck, and don't forget to smile, shit happens every once in a while. I think she spends way too much time alone with the coffee machine, and the sugar container. Oh well! Luvles!

A/N: " " means talking, and ' ' means thinking.

Chapter Three; Bye-Bye Mioga!

Various cans and packages littered the ground, forming a semi circle around the young kitsune, known as Shippo. Tears stung his eyes as he searched through his departed friend Kagome's First-Aid Kit. He was looking for something in particular. It was a yellow spray can, Kagome used to tend his scrapes and bruises. That had been when she was alive… but now, he had to do it on his own.

"Shippo," Mioga the flea said with a questioning lilt to his voice, "what exactly is it that you're looking for?"

"Medicine," the fox child said clinically as he continued to search. "Kagome, used to spray it on me when I got a scrape. She said it would help me get better faster." He tossed an ace bandage to the side after inspecting it a moment. Soon the pile of medical supplies littering the ground was nearly as tall as the five-year-old fox himself. Sighing Shippo looked into the rather large First-Aid Kit one last time.

Mioga, who had been scratched by Kilala (or Kirara) when he had decided to make a little snack out of a blood vessel in her ear, looked at the young demon and his tone became more agreeable, "Medicine? Really?" he mused, "For scrapes you say?" At Shippo's distracted grunt of agreement the cowardly flea continued, "Well then, when you find it, would you mind using some of it on me first? I'm an old flea, and I wouldn't presume to-" Shippo cut him off.

"Mioga," said the small fox-boy, "if it will get you to shut-up so I can finish looking, then fine."

Mioga made a disgruntled noise, and looked insulted, but only for a brief moment, "Fine." The flea agreed, and sat on a stone as Shippo continued to rummage through the medical supplies. A smile spread over the little fox's face as he held up the yellow can he had been searching for as if it were a trophy or some great treasure he had found instead an aerosol canister.

"I FOUND IT!" Shippo cheered excitedly, and popped off the red lid. 'Strange,' he thought, 'I could have sworn that the cap was white.' He shrugged and was about to spray his scraped and bloody elbow, when Mioga caught his attention. The little flea was hopping up and down and waving his insect arms in the air, reminding him that he had promised to use the spray on Mioga first. Shippo rolled his eyes and extended his uninjured arm toward the royal pain in the ass known as Mioga. The Child pressed the nozzle downward causing a mist of the spray to engulf the annoying insect like a particularly heavy fog.

When the cloud of aerosol spray had lifted Shippo looked at Mioga and went pale. His eye began to twitch in fear, and he backed away from Mioga swiftly. Mioga the cowardly flea was dead. As Shippo backed away his hand knocked against something cold and metallic. He looked down and picked up the canister. It was yellow, with a white lid. Shippo cringed slightly and looked down at the can in his other hand. Its' lid had been red. Now he looked at the label more closely. On it was a picture of a dead bug. Shippo let lout a little scream and backed even further away. He had just murdered Mioga… and he had done it completely by accident with bug spray!

"Hey Shippo," came Inuyasha's voice from somewhere off to his left, "have you seen Mioga? We're getting ready to leave."

The small kitsune let out a loud wail and ran to Miroku, who's robes he used to burry his face in and dry his tears. Some fifteen minutes later Songo and Miroku had managed to stop the child from crying, and Shippo had explained how Mioga the flea had met his demise. At the end of his tale Shippo blew his nose on the hem of Miroku's clothes.

"I-if he hadn't distracted me… I might have noticed it was that stuff Kagome used for bugs," the child sniffled one last time.

"Don't feel too badly about it Shippo," Inuyasha offered, his arms crossed over his chest as he spoke. "It was the bug's fault as much as anybody else's."

Miroku offered a kind smile, "I'm just surprised it wasn't Inuyasha who ended Mioga's life." Kilala let out a small meow that managed to sound more like she was saying "yeah", and Songo, though she shook her head, and sighed heavily was forced to agree. They had all thought that Inuyasha would have been the one to permanently get rid of the nuisance they had come to know as Mioga the flea by homicidal means.

"I suppose," Songo sighed yet again, "that you never know what's going to happen. But don't linger on it Shippo. It was a mistake… wasn't it?" she uttered the last two words more to herself than anybody else.

End of Chapter Three!

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