Chapter 11: And I'm thinking
The room was an absolute mess. There were half-finished bottles of sake, whiskey and beer everywhere. Sango began pulling the sheets off the bed, then stopped. "Oh, gross… I'll leave the bed to you, houshi-sama."
The sheets were coated in a layer of half dried sperm. Miroku began to feel his gorge rise. "Thanks, Sango…"
He ripped the sheets off hastily and chucked them into the hallway. "You have to help me move the bed."
"'Kay."
They moved the bed over slightly. Sango gasped, disgusted. "What the..?"
Miroku dropped to his knees. "Hachi? Oh man, that's so wrong…"
There was a dead raccoon dog lying on the floor. Sango's shock was growing. 'It belonged to you?"
"Yeah. He was my pet, but he went missing about two weeks ago."
"I'm so sorry."
"Sango, open the closet, will you?"
"Why?"
"Just a hunch."
Sango slid the closet door open and a hand automatically went to her mouth. "Oh my god…"
