Kitsuki: -sighs and gnaws on the end of a pencil-

Kai: What's wrong?

Kitsuki: I've been stuck. .. I can't think of anything but smut right now. I feel dirty...

Kai: So...write smut?

Kitsuki: I don't want this to be one big smut-fest, though! They've got a relationship beyond that after all...

Kai: -nods like a wise sage- Hai, hai young grasshopper. Ye and Chiidori do at that.

Kitsuki: -turns bright red- E-eh!

Chiidori: -wanders the nearby woods with a large mallet- Must...find...

Kai: oo;;;

Kitsuki: She's still not too happy about this whole thing...

Kai: And it still has shoujo-ai!

Shippou: What's...never mind.

Kitsuki: --

Kai: o

Warning: ...If you didn't know this was Shoujo-ai by now...what the hell have i you /i been reading? I mean, seriously. It reeks of it. Can't you smell it? -waves the manuscript under their nose- Reeks, REEKS I TELL YOU!

Miroku was doing what monks of his nature did best: spying on girls in the bath. It had only been a couple of nights ago that both Sango and Kagome had returned from a walk flushed and with little dirt stains on their clothes. His curiosity had been peaked.

"I fell down some stupid little hill," Kagome had said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head with one hand. Sango had nodded hastily, announced she was going to sleep, and rolled herself up in a blanket with her back to the rest of them. The young miko had joined her shortly, insisting that they both sleep in her sleeping bag since it was getting colder at night.

"InuYasha, you must be so cold sleeping by yourself in that tree every night," Miroku had said in his best sympathetic voice. "Why don't you come down here and sleep in my safe warm arms?" He'd been hit simoultaneously from two directions with a shoe and a rock, courtesy of both Kagome and InuYasha.

He quirked an eyebrow now at the girls in the stream. It may not have been a public bathhouse, but Miroku took a secret pride in the fact that he could sneak up on any location containing unclad females and, still without being noticed, sit and watch them as long as he wanted. He had to know what they'd really been up to! It would offend his pride as a 'sukube bozu' if he didn't. And if there was one thing he was absolutely sure of it was that he was indeed a perverted excuse for a Buddhist monk.

'If only I wasn't watching those two!' he lamented silently. It appeared that this latest stop on their quest had taken them to a village where all the women bathed at the same time in the same stream and that was a lot of breast for the poor monk to take in while also trying to eavesdrop on the miko and the taijiya. He wondered if they were going to go for another 'walk' and if so, if it would be easier to follow them then...

Even as he tuned into their conversation he grew bored with the whole thing. He flapped his hands and fluttered his eyelashes as he silently mocked them, mouthing what they said. In his head a little Miroku-dressed-as-Kagome flapped its hands at a Miroku-dressed-as-Sango.

"Girl, we have got to get those split ends taken care of ," it said, taking hold on Miro-Sango's hair.

"I can't do anything with them," the other replied, leaning backwards into the Kago-Miroku.

The real Miroku paid less attention to the boring girl talk in front of him and began to focus on the two hims-that-weren't-him in his head. Things were heating up! Or maybe Miro-Sango's clothes had melted off...He smiled to himself. Girls with girls was good. Yes, it was...His eyes grew wide and he started choking on his own spit. He'd conveniently forgotten that the two in his head were him dressed as girls.

'Aaaahhhhh, why am I doing that! Don't touch that! It's mine anyway but still! Gaaaaaah!" He rolled around in his little hiding place, yelling at the two Miroku's in his head doing horrible horrible things. 'Noooooo, girls can do that to other girls, but guys shouldn't...NO! Don't put thatthere! Oh God, take it out! Don't put it back in! GAAAAH! MY EYES!'

The girls stared at the monk rolling around in the dirt. If he hadn't been behaving so...oddly...they'd have been angry with them, but as things stood...

"Houshi-sama...have you been eating Kirara's..what was it called, Kagome?"

"Catnip," supplied the other. "And I think it only works on cats..."

Sango hmphed and started poking the tortured man with a stick. "Houshi-sama, are you secretly a cat youkai and been eating Kirara's catnip?"

Kagome giggled as the monk continued rolling and shouting to people in his head. She'd forgotten the amusing situations she tended to find herself in when she and Sango went places without the boys. She'd been avoiding her the past week after... that . Her face still burned with shame every time she thought about it. She really had no right toact upon the thoughts of kissing the other girl that had crowded her head, especially not when the other was so naieve about the whole thing. She eyed her back as the taijiya began telling the monk what the little people in his head were doing now. "They're kissing! Oh, tongue! Tongue! I see tongue!" The monk rolled like his life (or maybe just his sanity) depended on it. Speaking from experience, Kagome would have estimated that the taijiya's total number of even slightly sexual encounters and/or experience from before that night had numbered an astounding...none. She sighed. Great, so she'd taken advantage of her best friend to act on a whim. But even as she avoided her and beat herself mentally for it, Sango herself went around in a happy little daze. She felt as though the world was finally something decent again even after the massacre she'd lived through. Things had never quite seemed whole after that, even when she'd first met InuYasha-tachi. But now...the birds sang just for her, the sky was bluer than she'd ever seen it, water clearer, food tastier. She might have been a renowned warrior capable of snapping just about anything's neck given half a chance, but now she was reduced to a lovestruck idiot and her brain was carefully shielding this information from her. She worked by instict. It had served her well in the past so she wasn't going to stop now. Instict told her that Kagome's kisses made her heart soar and therefor were good and she wasn't about to argue.

Waaaah, writer's block stalks me like a hungry hungry stalk-ie thing! Sumimasen! Sumimasen! I'm so sorry everyone! I know it's been forever, but I'm trying to work in more of that romance you guys wanted. Sadly, I've been having a nice bout with the good old depression factor, so romance and happy have been a little evasive. I'm getting through it though, so hopefully you'll get more soon

Kitsuki