This is where my disclaimer should be but I don't really care

Chapter 3: Rubberbands and Margaritas

"I'm wondering how we lived through that but I've learned not to question things…especially food" Inu Yasha said.

"Well I think I'm a fine cook" Shippo added.

"Fine cook, or fine to cook" Inu Yasha alluded.

"Agreed," said Miroku.

"Well, due to our group dynamics, I must agree." Sango replied. Strangely, Kagome said nothing because she was head banging to Hilary Duff.

"Damn that music…" Miroku cursed.

It was almost silent excluding the screeching noise coming from Kagome's headphones, which were said to have the best filter system, so that no noise could be heard except by the one listening, (obviously a lie) but it seemed that Kagome had it turned up so loud, the person next to her would get their eardrums blown out.

The gang was again walking through a forest, somewhere in feudal Japan, where you could kill your best friend and it was just considered the hidy-ho of the town. There was no kind of game that didn't include killing or getting drunk, which doesn't sound so bad to the average housewife. Of course, Inu Yasha had passed his time with Billy-bob and his squirly-trunk, but those were sissy drinking games…plus, Miroku always won at that game. It was hard for Inu Yasha to remember that he's supposed to sit on the trunk before he eats the porcupine. So, at this point, Inu Yasha had decided to think up his own game, and since they seemed to always be walking in the forest, he would think of one now.

Maybe, you could have to spin in circles and jump up and down while drinking tequila…naw that's too hard you would barf before you could even down a shot…hmmm I GOT IT! You could stand on one foot and drink Canadian whisky while singing Christmas songs…wait that's too much like that one with the mouse…hmm, damn this is hard.

:After a long while of thinking…:

Ok, so I'll stretch a rubberband around my head and drink margaritas, while singing that fish song. How did it go again? Blub blub blub… oh, now I remember…

"Hey how about we stop at the next town and have a few drinks tonight?" Miroku said conveniently.

Ha ha, a perfect chance to try out my new game!

"Hey, and while we're there, I need to stop at Ye Ol' Randome Stuffe Shope," Inu Yasha put in.

:later that night approaching the town:

"I don't see it" Shippo said as he tried to navigate the town using an old map of some outdated forest directory.

"There it is!" Sango said, as she pointed toward a huge neon light that read: Ye Ol' Randome Stuffe Shope.

"I thought you said you were illiterate, Sango?" Miroku wondered.

"And dyslexic." She confirmed.

"…too…many…big…words…brain…hurting…loosing…smarts…self…narration…ending," Shippo spluttered.

"Wait…dyslexic isn't a big word. It only has seven letters—wait…okay, fine eight letters." Kagome bantered.

"Okay, it is a big word: it has eight letters." Inu Yasha decided.

"I thought ten letters or more made it a big word?" Miroku told them.

"I thought it just had to contain an X, Z, Y, and/or V?" Sango pondered.

"But what about x-ray, or…" Miroku argued.

"—or Xylophone." Inu Yasha added.

"But Xylophone is a big word." Shippo confirmed.

"No, it doesn't have ten letters." Miroku countered.

"Candy is a big word." Kagome intervened.

"er…no. It's not Kagome. Go back to your happy-place." Inu Yasha deadpanned.

"They don't want me there." Kagome cried.

"Well, we don't want you either." Sango said spitefully as the entered Ye Ol' Randome Stuffe Shope and headed toward the customer service counter.

"May I help you?" Some underpaid teenager asked.

"Yes, where would the rubberbands be?" Inu yasha queried.

"Isle seven, next to the Mister-Buggy dolls, of course."

Inu Yasha thanked him and the gang head to the elusive isle seven. He started looking near the mister-buggy dolls, and to his dismay, all they had, were orange rubberbands, when Inu Yasha clearly wanted light-red. He had to settle for orange, because there was no time for sulking, this was serious business.

As they approached the register, they spotted a register lady that looked strangely familiar…

"OH MY GOD, SESSHOUMARU! What the hell are you doing here?" Inu Yasha exclaimed.

"What are you talking about, this is my day job." Sesshoumaru answered, clearly offended.

"Do you have a night job?" Kagome asked, this being the first semi-intelligent thing she'd said all month, let alone all chapter.

"Well, I was a ninja, but…I wasn't aggressive enough, so they had to let me go…it wasn't their fault, really." Sesshoumaru said sadly, "But I got to pay the rent somehow…"

"Do you even have a house?" Sango said quizzically.

Sesshoumaru nodded toward a small, cardboard box in the gutter.

"I see…" Miroku said.

"What kind of mortgage you got on that thing?" Inu Yasha asked, not knowing what else to say.

"You know, low APR financing, not so bad really, I was lucky to get it in such great condition, with housing prices through the roof."

"Still not much of a house…" Shippo muttered.

"Well, do you think you could take care of these rubberbands for me?" Inu yasha asked.

"Sure thing, Bro!" Sesshoumaru said and rang it up, "Don't want to see my Home-fly bangin' without a man's rubberbands."

"Err,…right…you betcha'…." Inu Yasha said confusedly as he paid for his purchase and they headed out the door.

"So…that was…different." Miroku said.

"Well, now that That's over with, lets head to Ye Ol' Saloon." Inu Yasha said.

"Hey, aren't Saloon's western? That's like ten genres from here." Sango mentioned.

"Well, they have them in TRIGUN, and they're like on Mars or something." Inu Yasha said defensively.

"It's the planet GUNSMOKE!" Shippo exclaimed angrily.

"Whatever." Inu Yasha said as he pushed open the double-swinging doors of the Saloon and walked up to the bartender demanding ten margaritas, as he whipped out his rubberbands.

"Here's how the game goes!" he said, "You stretch a rubber band over your head, and start singing 'Little fish', and everytime you get to a new verse, or mess up, you have to drink a margarita. If you pass out, you loose. Plus each time you drink a margarita you have to stretch another rubberband over your head. The one with the most rubberbands who is still conscious wins. "

Although they all agreed, extremely confused, the game started. About two hours later, Miroku had so many rubber bands over his head; he couldn't open his mouth wide enough to drink the margarita, so they had to get him a straw, as for the song, he could somehow still sing.

Little fish, little fish, swimming throught the waaaaaaaaaaater,

Little fish, little fish—gulp gulp gulp…

Little fish got eaten by…

Bigger fish, bigger fish, swimming throught the waaaaaaater,

Bigger fish, bigger fish—gulp gulp gulp…

Bigger fish got eaten by…

Tuna fish, tuna fish, swimming throught the waaaaaaaaaaater…

It went like this for some time, then at about 4 AM, Inu Yasha and Miroku called a tie.

:Although our heroes were very drunk and delusional, they managed to gather their passed out comrades and carry them safely to the inn Where they woke up with humongous hangovers:

The moral of this story?

Little fish get eaten by bigger fish who in turn get eaten by Tuna fish.

To be continued…?