A/N: Ok, oh my God I've been neglecting this fic so bad! (slaps herself) the reviewer who really caught my attention was the one who started throwing rocks at me… u know who u are…:D and thanks for bringing this story back into my attention! So third chapter is (finally) up! Let's get going! Oh and someone else pointed out to me that beer is too light of a drink to get that drunk on. Well… that's explained better in this chapter. But thanks for looking out for me!

Disclaimer: Any Inuyasha characters are not mine. Promise.

He had… a headache. A hangover to be exact but at the moment it just felt like a horrible, bloody headache, piercing his vision in two with the pain. It felt like someone was hammering a wedge into his skull, the pounding echoing through his shattered, aching world. Ow. "Damn it to hell." Inuyasha muttered under his breath as he slowly pushed himself up, one hand pressing against his throbbing temple. Slowly he opened his eyes, narrowing them against the blur until he finally made out a couch nearby, pushed up against a white wall, above it was a portrait of something green… shit. He didn't know where he was again.

"Hangover?"

Inuyasha jumped, sitting bolt upright in a matter of seconds to glare fiercely at someone his blurry vision couldn't identify. But it sounded like… "Miroku." He stated plainly before falling back to the bed, cringing as the pain shot into his skull on impact.

"Nice to see you too." Cam the simple reply. "What were you drinking this time?"

"None of your business, letch." Inuyasha snapped sharply, rolling over to face away from him.

Miroku sighed, he knew he would have to resort to this sooner or later…. SLAP!

"GOD DAMN IT!" Inuyasha roared, letting out a string of nasty curses as he sat up again, clutching his throbbing head in his hands, which now fashioned a rather large handprint swelling up along the side, and reddening by the looks of it. "YOU JACKASS!" Inuyasha shouted. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU-MMPH!"

Miroku dove for the screaming mouth and clamped a solid, gloved hand over it. "Please, Inuyasha you'll wake the family."

"Mphammbleey?"

"Yes "the family". In case you haven't noticed, not that I'd expect you to, since your probably still in a semi-drunken stupor, we are no longer residing in the hotel."

Inuyasha glared fiercely as he shoved Miroku's hand away. "I noticed that, you idiotic perv!" He said bitterly. "And I wouldn't have been shouting if a certain leach hadn't slammed me on the head when he knows damn well that I have a hangover!"

Miroku sighed, closing his eyes and tilting his head as if to work out a non existent kink in his neck. "It is no fault of mine that you have a hangover, and why must you all constantly refer to me as a "lecher" whilst I'm not doing anything that's the least bit perverted?" He asked tiredly, as if not really expecting an answer.

Inuyasha grunted as he rolled back into bed. "Because you're always being perverted."

"I don't see myself coming onto you at the moment."

"Heh…" Inuyasha laughed, half asleep. "Yeah. Good thing too. Otherwise I'd knock the crap out of you. But who is that you're imagining in your head right now, Miroku? Is it Kimiko? Sarasing? Chiroko?" There was a long pause before the hanyou smirked evily. "Or is it Sang-OW!" Once again the man shot up in his bed. "Would stop that already!" he demanded as he shot a disoriented glare at the monk.

"It was Vodka wasn't it?"

Inuyasha blinked, thinking hard about what he had used to spike the beer he was drinking. "I dunno… maybe."

"I know it was. You only act like this when you've been drinking heavier stuff."

"Yeah well at least I put it in my beer can this time!" Inuyasha snapped back.

Miroku nodded with a tired sigh. "I suppose when it comes to that you do deserve some credit. Though it amazes me that you were capable of even thinking straight, what with that temper you flew into."

Inuyasha smirked. "Yeah well… don't want to be arrested by those idiots again."

Miroku rolled his murky violet eyes, as if dealing with a child. " 'Those idiots' arrested you for a good reason, Inuyasha. An angry hanyou carrying around five bottles of empty liquor? Of course they thought that you were going to be dangerous."

"Hmph." Was the softly offended reply. "Yeah… whatever."

"Up."

"What?" Inuyash groggily raised his head from the pillow, his expression giving way to a bit of annoyance at the monk's persistence.

"Up up up." Miroku said, using pure brute strength to haul his friend up from the bed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Inuyasha demanded angrily as he stumbled around.

"Taking you to the shower."

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Inuyasha shouted, yanking himself from the monk's grasp and stumbling to the nearby wall. "Don't even think about it!" He yelled, pressing himself up against the plaster. "I may have gotten smashed last nigh but I'm still sure as hell not going anywhere near that shower with you!"

Miroku rolled his eyes and sighed, gripping his drunken friend by the shoulders, while the hanyou jerked his head away, inadvertently slamming it into the plaster behind him. "Listen to me Inuyasha," he said with false sweetness, a slightly dangerous smile spread on his face. "Cold water make good feeling for dumb hangover." He said as if talking to a three year old, his voice dripping with sugary sweetness that was not in the least bit sincere.

Inuyasha frowned through the headache at drummer. "What?" He managed after a while.

Miroku only sighed tiredly, looking away at the other wall for a moment as if to collect his determination before hauling his friend into the connecting bathroom. "Come on then." He said closing the door tightly behind him.

"NO!" Came the slightly frantic-pitched voice. "BUT I'M NOT GAY!"

Ms. Higurashi woke up with a start at the sudden cry. She sat for a while and blinked, before resting the knuckle of a bent finger against her lip. "Oh Dear…" She said softly, wondering if maybe she should be worried.

"BUT I'M NOT GAY!" The scream resounded through the house at such a level of intensity that it even roused Souta, who had been proclaimed to be able to sleep through anything, out of bed to stare groggily around before falling back against the comforter. "Weird dream…." He muttered quietly to himself, never realizing that there might in factually be a stranger in his home, shamelessly declaring his sexuality in order to wake them all up.

Kagome on the other hand, started from her bed with a gasp. And she, unlike both her mother and brother, knew exactly what it meant. "Oh... man." She groaned lightly to herself and flopped back down on the matress, her hands covering her eyes and her finger tips in her hair. Her official day of torture had begun.

A/N: Short I know and FAR from mybest work.But I'm posting quick in order to try and get back on focus with this damned fanfic. Ja ne then!

xox -nanirain