"...'My woman' he says!" Inu-Yasha fumed. "Babe, doll face! Where does this guy get off?!"

Miroku quirked a brow. "Where do you get off? I thought you 'loved' Kikyou? Anyway, weren't you just bitching to me about how much of a moron Kagome-chan is?"

"Keh!" Inu-Yasha flushed, averting his gaze. "That's different!" he insisted, with a growl.

"How so?" Miroku found himself smirking.

"Oh, hey, lay off him," Kitsu Shippou yawned, taking the last swig of his root beer.

"Cheeky little thing these days, aren't you?" Inu-Yasha glanced over at the mop-haired boy.

"Hey, I just saved your butt!" Shippou hotly defended himself.

Neko Kirara, Shippou's girlfriend of two years, rolled her eyes. "I swear, you guys..."

Inu-Yasha ignored both her boyfriend and her, turning back to Miroku. "And what about you, huh, playboy? What's going on between you and that Sango chick?"

"Don't change the subject!" Shippou cut in, switching to Miroku's side.

Inu-Yasha angrily whipped around to face him. "And you, you little punk! Take your earlier advice, and lay off, okay?! It's not my fault she looks like Kikyou!"

"...So the truth finally comes out," Shippou nodded wisely, further pissing Inu-Yasha off.

"Anyway," Inu-Yasha once again turned to face Miroku, desperately trying to change the subject, "Now answer the question, eh?"

"...Nothing at all," Miroku calmly stated, staring straight ahead. "She's already got a man. She's just another cheap thrill,"

"Right," Inu-Yasha snorted. "I saw you checking her out,"

"Again," Miroku now looked irritated. "Like I said, nothing but a cheap thrill. Like you would have heard if those big ol' ears of yours weren't so full of wax!"

Inu-Yasha frowned, looking quite indignant, but nervously pulled at his ears nonetheless. "Leave my ears alone!"

Shippou chuckled, but said nothing that might further provoke the silver-haired man. He didn't care to evoke his friend's wrath. Instead,, he changed the subject, much to both Inu-Yasha and Miroku's relief. "Practice tonight?"

Miroku glanced at his watch. "I dunno..." he trailed off, biting his lip. "I do have work, after all..."

"Oh come on!" Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes. "Not like you work that late..."

"True..." Miroku remained frowning. "I suppose I could make it by 7:30..."

"Great!" Shippou grinned. "We're gonna rock!

"Oh, that's such a childish, wannabe phrase," Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes.

"Is not!" Shippou protested. "Since when?"

"Since you said it," Inu-Yasha taunted, laughing when Shippou launched himself at him.

Kirara smiled, for everything was back to normal. As normal as it got, anyway. "Hey, Inu-Yasha?" she looked thoughtful.

"Yeah?" Inu-Yasha paused in his struggle with Shippou to warily glance over.

"I'm...glad," she finally chose the right word, smiling in satisfaction. It had been a long time since he had been so enthusiastic about the band.

"Huh?" Inu-Yasha looked confused, but not for long. His face contorted in pain as Shippou tugged simultaneously at the two locks of hair that hung down and framed his face. "Ow!" his screech was so loud that everyone, including Kagome's table, turned to look at them.

Inu-Yasha's face was soon the color of his shirt: blood red. "I'll kill you, you runt!"

"Don't call Shippou that!" Kagome glared at the offending man, somehow having made it over to their table unnoticed.

Kirara looked mildly surprised, Miroku interested, but Inu-Yasha was clearly dumbfounded. "You know this wench?!"

Shippou's grin was good-natured. "Yeah. She's my next door neighbor,"

Kagome's frame was quivering angrily as she stared at Inu-Yasha. "You!" she pointed. "What did you just call me?"

"Wench," Inu-Yasha smirked arrogantly. "W-e-n-c-h! Want me to spell it again, for your feeble mind?"

Her anger grew, and she shouted the first thing that came to mind as she launched her attack, "Sit, boy!" Inu-Yasha lay sprawled out on the floor, his face smashed into the ground, thoroughly put out of commission by her beating.

Kagome marched over to her table, dragging Shippou with her, much to Kirara's dismay. The whole darn lot of the student body and their conformist, slovenly asses burst into laughter. Kouga roared the loudest of them all. "That's my woman!" he proudly declared to anyone who would listen.

Of course, Inu-Yasha picked up on this, and it proceeded to further enrage him, but unfortunately he could do nothing about it, considering the position he was in.

Shippou cocked his head to the side and stared at the still-fuming Kagome. "Whoah. Sure don't like him, do yah?"

A/N: Second chapter in one day. Feel appreciated. Maybe I'll have the motivation to write another one, or maybe two. I guess I won't know til I try, huh?

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