AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yeah, so much for updating every day for a week, but alas, there is this thing called "life" and this other thing called "sleep" that I have to partake in. Feh.

Anyway, here's scroll four. It's only as dirty as you think it is. Also, for certain people, the title might be a dead giveaway, but my original title–included in the last line of this story–certainly was.

For those not familiar with the Slayers reference in Scroll Three, the "time of the month" is also the time when female magic-users cannot cast spells in that series (yet another example of the low humor common to Slayers). Mount Naga and its magnificent summits are, of course, a reference to the busty spell-caster with the banshee laugh, Naga the White Serpent. Somehow, I get the impression that Miroku would be quite familiar with all things Naga.

Also, Hawker 748 is doing his job...why aren't you? R&R, dagnabit!

THE EMPEROR'S JAPANESE DEPARTMENT:

Hiraikotsu–not in this chapter, but in the last one (there was a little confusion). Sango's giant boomerang, made from demon bone (hence its name–"flying bone"). BTW, this weapon, while completely unrealistic from a Japanese historical standpoint, is apparently possible to make today...with modern plastic and balsa wood. (Tip of the Banpei hat to the Special Features on the second Inu-Yasha movie.)

"Osuwari"–the literal translation of "sit boy," Kagome's command to make Inuyasha kiss Mother Earth. Another BTW, there is a world of difference between this word and that used to describe sitting down by humans. So there's little chance of Kagome accidentally using this word...unless, of course, she's asleep, without which both Rumiko Takahashi and we fanfic writers would lose hundreds of pratfalls.

SCROLL FOUR: DYNAMITE RAVE

Inuyasha slumped against the wall, panting as he tried to simutaneously cool his body and catch his breath.

Having had no luck for three days finding Shikon Jewel shards, Kagome had returned home for another of her "test" things. Inuyasha had been in no condition to complain, as he had been walking on eggshells after what Shippo referred to as "the day the osuwari died." Most of that time he had spent out of earshot of Kagome, because once he was in earshot, anything he said was likely to earn him a sitting. Several times, he had either resigned himself to death or simply promised to all the gods of Japan that he would never, ever insult, anger, or even remotely annoy Kagome Higurashi again. Inuyasha was quite sure that he was now an expert on the soil–type, gradient, growing potential, and water table–around Kaede's village.

However, Kagome had left some of her books behind in Kaede's hut when she went back to her own time, so Inuyasha had decided to take them back to her. It had been Miroku's suggestion, a peace offering if nothing else. As usual, the monk had been right: Kagome had been very happy that her "math" books had been returned to her, even overjoyed. So they had made up.

But Inuyasha was not expecting this.

He would have been merely satisfied with not being sat through the floor of Kagome's bedroom. At the most, he could have expected a smile and forgiveness from her. She had evidently quite forgiven him for his transgressions on Mount Naga. Oh yes, quite forgiven him, if...this...was any indication. Of course, it had helped that she had aced her math test thingy, so it was to be expected that Kagome would be near euphoric. But to drag him into something like this? It would take some getting used to, though a little exercise was always good for the body, and it wasn't like he wasn't enjoying being with Kagome.

Kagome sighed and leaned back against him. Sweat streamed from her brow, from where her hair was matted to her head. She moved slowly and languidly, also out of breath. "Oh, Inuyasha..." she whispered, almost sleepily. "I've waited so long to do this with you."

With me? Inuyasha asked himself. Of all the people in her world, she wanted to do this...with me?Inuyasha was both proud and possessive of Kagome. So, he had been the one she wished to be with all the time after all! He blew out a long breath, relieved and exhausted at the same time. He thought he had blown his chances for sure after Mount Naga.

"Inuyasha?" Kagome mumbled.

"Yeah?" he panted back. Damn, he wondered. She's so beautiful when she's like this. And she smells so...well, actually, Kagome didn't smell all that wonderful at the moment, sweaty as she was–as they both were. But it had been he, Inuyasha, that had made her all sweaty. Not anyone else, not even that Hojo guy. Just Inuyasha. He was proud of that fact, that he could give and take as much as she could.

"Let's do it again..."

Inuyasha blinked. Again? That was asking a bit much, even of hanyou stamina. Kami, the woman is insatiable! We've already done it, what, seven times at least? Inuyasha had to admit that he had lost count. It had to have been hours since they had gotten started. Wouldn't her mother be concerned, at least a little? Accidents could happen, even with a hanyou.

"C'mon," Kagome almost begged, "let's go. Let's do it some more."

"Awh, Kagome," Inuyasha replied, hating to admit that he was about done in, but afraid for both his own health and hers, "I don't know if I can. I'm gettin' a headache!"

"I thought that was my line," she chuckled slyly.

"Besides, there's all these people here now. I just don't know if I can do it with all of them watching!"

"Sure you can! It didn't stop you before. Here, let me."

Inuyasha winced in pain. "Kagome, come on, we don't have to put that on, do we?"

"Now, Inuyasha, you know that it isn't safe without something on! Accidents can happen–remember that one time, when I was in school?" He nodded. That had been dangerous. Kagome took his hands, her big, gorgeous brown eyes meeting his yellow ones. "One more time...for me?"

Inuyasha felt himself smiling. "Sure," he replied. Kagome could be a royal pain sometimes, but he had to admit–deep down–that he could never deny her anything for long. "One more time."

Kagome jumped up, clapping her hands like a little girl. "Yay! Eri, Yuka, you've got to check this out!" she called out to the other two girls, classmates of Kagome's, that had joined them.

Inuyasha sighed, got to his feet, crammed down the ballcap that Kagome had crushed over his ears–he hated wearing this, but like Kagome said, accidents could happen, and he didn't need to end up on that television thing again. His calf muscles hurt like Sesshoumaru had just been beating on them repeatedly with Jaken's stick, but he wasn't about to show weakness in front of all these humans.

"Come on, Inuyasha!" Kagome insisted.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, as he moved towards the contraption that Kagome had gotten so hooked on. This Dance Dance Revolution thing was going to be the death of him.

Death by DDR. Hee hee hee--Sentinel