Inuyasha arched a brow when Miroku peered around the corner to the kitchen. They had saved some farmer's family and were staying in his house for the night. "Is Sango here?" he whispered.

"Um...no."

Sighing in relief, the monk came over to the table. He'd been limping a lot recently, Inuyasha noticed, and it wasn't all from fighting evil. "Wonderful!" He flopped into the chair, legs out and head back, eyes closed.

"What's going on with you two?" Inuyasha asked. They'd been fighting a lot in public, and apparently late at night, too, judging from the shouting. Kagome thought it was something else, but he doubted it. Nobody would scream some of the awful things they were during sex!

Miroku opened one eye to pin him with a cold stare. "Nothing that would concern you. Give me five minutes, please, and then wake me up. Unless Sango happens to-,"

Just as he said her name, she came through the door, glancing at the two of them before getting some water. "Miroku, I need to see you for a moment," she said.

"Can it wait? Inuyasha was asking me a very important question," Miroku said. He sounded a little desperate.

"I was?" Inuyasha asked. When did he ask a...oh! He was covering! "Oh, uh...yeah, about that question..."

"I'm sure it can wait, can't it, Inuyasha?" Sango asked. She was giving him the glare that said disagree-and-die.

Gulping at the ferocious glare, Inuyasha squeaked, "Sure, it can wait."

Nodding, Sango said, "Good. Come on, Miroku."

Miroku stood up and followed her with a look bordering on fear. He turned at the door and hissed, "Thanks for nothing!"

Inuyasha had no clue what was going on, but he was sure glad he wasn't the monk that day!

Miroku flopped back on Sango's bedroll, barely able to move. Not again...please, not again! How did Hachi keep up with her! He never thought he would be one to turn down sex with a beautiful woman like Sango but he was half tempted to. Someone who actually wore HIM out! It was almost unthinkable.

Sango smiled and kissed his bare shoulder. "Ready to go again?"

Forcing a smile, he said, "But, dearest, why get too much of a good thing? Perhaps we should wait for later and-,"

She lifted her head up, scowling. "What if we don't get a chance later?"

That had never happened! Sango always found some way to corner him somewhere, even for a minute. His plan was backfiring on him and all he could do was wait for the explosion. He didn't dare tell her it wasn't him to begin with. Sango's temper was a beautiful thing to see...from the sidelines. He didn't want it ever turned on him! Smiling again, he said, voice a little squeaky, "Good point."

Sango smiled and swung a leg on either side of his waist. "I can think of a better one."

An hour later, Miroku stumbled from her room, body aching in ways he hadn't even begun to fathom. How did that woman function during the daytime? All that pent up passion! She didn't need one man, she needed a whole harem of men! Sighing, he slid down the wall, knees bent up, wincing when he hit the floor. What was he going to do? If he told her he couldn't keep up, she would lose interest. And he certainly wouldn't ever suggest bringing another couple...like Inuyasha and Kagome...into the bedroom again. He'd been bruised up from that suggestion, and not in the fun way either! He needed a break, he needed...

He needed backup. Eyes opening quickly, Miroku's jaw dropped. Yes, that could work! Sango would be happy, he would be happy and Hachi...Grinning slowly, he stood, using the wall as a way to get up. "Miroku, you clever dog, you," he said to himself. He knew exactly where to get his back up from now.

He left the house and traveled into the hills surrounding the area. He'd heard a rumor there was a badger demon living around here, and could only suspect it was Hachi, following Sango even though Miroku had told him not to. Sure enough, he didn't have to look long before he found a cave that was wailing. Or, rather, it's inhabitant was wailing. "Hachi?" he called.

There was a scrabble of nails on rock and a frightened, "He's not here!"

Rolling his eyes, Miroku said, "Hachi, I'm not here to hurt you! Come on out, we need to talk."

Slowly, a black nose came into view, then a grey furred snout. Hachi, still stiffling and crying, stood up, wringing his paws. "Yes, Miroku?" he asked.

"Hachi, I need your help. With Sango."

The minute her name was mentioned, the badger demon's eyes lit up. "How is my delicate blossom?"

Miroku grimaced at the nickname. "I would hardly call her a delicate blossom. More like a raging hornet."

Hachi snickered at that. "But a beautiful hornet all the same. But how can a lowly badger like me help the great Miroku?"

Blushing faintly, Miroku said, "I find myself overwhelmed at times by Sango's...desires. I would like to propose a deal with you."

Hachi edged forward, beady eyes eager.

"Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I get her. Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays are yours. We trade off every other Sunday."

"Does she know about this?" Hachi asked fearfully.

"Don't be stupid, of course she doesn't! I wouldn't be breathing if she did. So, agreed?"

Hachi thought about it for a moment. "I get the first Sunday," he said, holding out a paw.

Miroku shook it, smiling. "Very well. And no tricks. We keep each other informed on any conversation. If there is one mistake, Sango will kill both of us."

Hachi shivered and wailed at the thought. "No, no! You have my word as a fairly honorable badger! If I can have even one day with Sango, I would do anything you asked of me!"

"Good. Tonight's Tuesday, so it's your turn. I'm going to be sleeping tonight for the very first time. You will sneak into her room around midnight, which is the usual time. Have fun." He turned and limped off, looking forward to sleeping alone for a change.