Author's Note: currently, I have been the unfortunate victim to the horrid thing called 'Writer's Block'. DEATH TO WRITER'S BLOCK!

i'd also like to thank the two, count 'em, TWO reviewers. how sad is that? only two reviews... i'm so unluffed it's scary... T-T oh, woe is me!

Disclaimer: can't remember if i've actually posted one of these... so here goes: I don't own Inuyasha! and some of you should be happy, because if i did then there would be no such thing as Kagome, Sango would be a not-so-frequent character, and all of the Bishies would be scantily clad and scrump-ditily-umptious. oh! and Shippou would be older and orgasmic-looking. yeeesss...
Now on with the story!

Inuyasha certainly felt uneasy. Ever since they came back from that temple, Kagome and that monk have been getting a little more friendly than usual. So, naturally, he acted a little miffed.

Sure, he considered Miroku a friend, although he would be caught dead before admitting that. But when Kagome hesitated in slapping Miroku when his hand advanced on her bum, he began to pay more attention to them. Especially that monk.

As dusk began to fall in on the peaceful settings around them, the group decided to set up camp. Kagome and Miroku offered to go hunting for firewood. With much persuasion on Miroku's part, Inuyasha finally let him and Kagome go.

When they believed they were out of the hanyou's earshot, they dropped their counterpart impersonations. Miroku began to put rather girlish posture, and Kagome took on a more mature, slightly masculine stance.

"Why are you upset? You're the one that decided I needed a good groping." Kagome took on Miroku's trademark smirk and Miroku's indigo eyes rolled as he scoffed.

"I didn't decide it, your lecherous thoughts did. But I'm not really so mad about that." Kagome's eyebrows raised a fraction of an inch as Miroku was suddenly interested in where the conversation, but Kagome kept on talking.

"What I'm mad at is that you hesitated in hitting me. Now, Inuyasha's starting to suspect something. With him on our backs, it's going to be harder to convince him. You know how stubborn he gets!"

Inuyasha arrived on the other side of the clearing, intent on finding out just what they were hiding. As he landed, Miroku's voice came in loud and clear from behind the dense clump of trees.

"Look. If you don't want Inuyasha to suspect something, or anyone for that matter, you have to continue acting like everything's how it should be. We both do."

Inuyasha's eyes narrowed dangerously. He never knew Miroku could be so persistent and demanding.

Kagome answered calmly. "I understand that. I'm trying. I just… I didn't want to hurt you too badly. I know I'm used to it… but you..."

Inuyasha stopped to think. Wait… what are they talking about now?

"Remind me… how hard what can be?"

A light sigh was heaved, and then Kagome replied. "You know… slapping?"

Inuyasha's ears twitched and he frowned, trying desperately to understand their conversation. He couldn't help but think they were referring to something sexual.

Miroku giggled, much to Inuyasha's dismay, and then voiced his answer. "You know, I don't really mind it so much anymore."

Inuyasha's eyes rolled. Sure, what with all the slapping from Sango he's dealt with… but I still don't understand! What slapping!

Kagome chuckled. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." And at that remark, they shared a snicker and a giggle. Except for… Miroku was the one giggling. Inuyasha still couldn't understand that, and it somewhat disturbed him.

"Well… for now, I think we should quickly start to gather up the firewood we were supposed to bring back for the others. It's getting dark." Miroku finished the conversation. And when Inuyasha was sure they had indeed stopped talking, he replayed what he had heard in his mind as he returned to Sango, Kirara, and Shippou.

When he returned, Sango gave him a discouraging glance. "Honestly. You really think Kagome and Miroku are up to something?"

That being said, Inuyasha seriously contemplated telling Sango what he had just witnessed. Afraid that Sango might pop an artery if she heard, he decided to keep it to himself for the moment.

He had once felt the wrath of her Hiraikotsu, and from then on was smarter about what he said to Sango. He even held his tongue and took the blow to his ego when she had replied with, "so you can teach an old dog new tricks." He knew for a fact that said taiji-ya had serious anger-management problems sometimes.

Shortly after, Miroku returned with a large quantity of firewood, Kagome in tow. She wielded wood as well, although it wasn't that much.

Miroku had complained that he couldn't really do much with Kagome's body, since it was more delicate than his. His choice word would've been frail, but he didn't really want to offend the young miko reincarnate.

Soon, they had a cheery fire blazing, lighting up the entire clearing. Their dinner consisted of the usual ramen, rice balls, and the pocky that had been snuck out of her bag thanks to Shippou. The monk, masquerading as Kagome, looked discouragingly at the brewing ramen. Miroku wasn't too fond of ramen, and yet Kagome was.

Do I really have to eat that? I've had more than I can take of that stuff…

You're lucky… my dinner is just gonna consist of rice balls… no offense, but I can't really work with that.

Well, it was a given that we would have to sacrifice certain things to make this work.

Yeah, you're right… so let's just deal, alright?

Miroku nodded, and kagome's knowledge helped him to properly prepare the noodles for the rest of the gang. Inuyasha eagerly took the rather large bowl out of the feminine hands the monk currently had control over, and began to scarf it down.

He then put the rest into a bowl for himself. Gulping, he brought the chopsticks to the lips that were now his, and began to slurp up the ramen.

To his surprise, it wasn't as bad as he had thought it was before. Actually, it pretty much hit the spot. He smiled happily and downed the rest of his ramen.

Not as bad as I thought…

I can tell by that expression on your face. Err… my face. Oh, never mind.

Miroku couldn't help but chuckle at Kagome's confusedness, and Inuyasha looked at who he thought was the miko. "What's so funny?" his words came out sloppy and muffled against his mouth full of noodles.

"Um…nothing. I… just remembered a joke."

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "Keh… women…"

Miroku couldn't help it. Waves of frustration rocketed through the body he currently possessed. He put down the half-eaten bowl of ramen and put his hands on his hips. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Kagome just watched, amused. Miroku pouted at Inuyasha, although at the moment he was as intimidating as a newborn kitty. Kagome couldn't help but laugh. All heads turned to the supposed monk as his quiet snickers turned to full out laughter.

Miroku dropped his act, confused. "What's so funny now?" Kagome shook her head, still laughing. And as far as the others were concerned, it was the first time they had heard Miroku actually laugh. "Nothing… it's just… your expression… it's just so funny!" Sango and Inuyasha just stared at said monk, completely confused that he would say something like that to Kagome's face, or to anyone's face for that matter. What was even more surprising was that their Kagome didn't do anything. Miroku decided he wanted to know what was so funny about his expression. "Really? What do I look like?"

The monk impostor's laughter began to ebb and she pulled a hand-mirror out of that rather repulsive-looking yellow bag. "You look as intimidating as a kitten."

Miroku studied the girlish pout, snorted rather unlady-like, and began to laugh as well. "You know, you're right." Kagome now understood it. "No wonder Inuyasha doesn't take me- I mean you so seriously until he's 'sat'."

The Kagome impostor nodded rather sage-like. "Ah, so the truth comes out." They then proceeded to laugh. Inuyasha and Sango where completely confused. Inuyasha just shrugged, not wanting his ramen to get any colder.

Kagome was getting hungry, and so she grabbed a rice ball and bit into it. She found that it satisfied her hunger, and ate it quietly.

After their meal, they all decided to just settle down and go to sleep. Kagome took this opportunity to look into Miroku's memories. It had been bothering her for a while now.

To her surprise, he hadn't been with as much women as she thought she had.

Sure, although four was still a lot according to her standards, it still wasn't what she had thought. Especially since he seemed plenty interested in women all the time…

Wait… not recently.

She thought it was all Sango's doing… but she was even more surprised to know that it wasn't true. The real person that he liked… was her. At first she was happy to see that the feeling was mutual, until she had found out when he had first seen her. It was that night… in the hot spring… and he couldn't stop staring at her boobs. Beautiful.

Sifting through more memories, she came across another one that threw her for a loop.

It was of Miroku and Sango, and it took place approximately one month ago.

They had sat down with each other to discuss their relationship.

And after a long conversation over green tea, they had decided that the somewhat redundant flames that used to their flirtatious infatuations had officially died out. That was also the day the monk had come full-force into realization that he had feelings for Kagome… and had confided that with Sango.

So… Sango knew. And what's more; she didn't really care. Sure, at first she had been skeptic of how sincere Miroku was in confessing his feelings for the young miko, but after some more shared words, she had come to grips with just how serious he was. And to Kagome's delight and very slight dismay, Miroku was very, very serious.

According to Miroku's memories, his love-life had always been short but sweet. All the relationships he had been a part of weren't just some one-night-stand. With that infamous pick-up line of his, he'd make you wonder, but not once did a relationship of his revolve around the continual of his heritage and blood-line.

She decided after a while of prying the thoughts and past emotions of the monk that she was WAY too nosey all-together and then proceeded to go to sleep.

He knew she had looked. He could feel it. The small waves of emotions she experienced while she sifted through his mind. How could he not feel it? Their bodies and minds where connected, after all. And yet… he didn't feel angry or embarrassed. He actually felt pleased. Pleased that she had found out that he hadn't been with THAT many girls… and that deep down, he really, really cared for her. His never-ending sense of humor kicked in. saves me the trouble of telling her myself.

After a while he felt nothing but the contagious feeling of peace… like everything was right in the world. And it was, according to Kagome's dream. And so he followed after her, drifting slowly to sleep.

She awoke, yet kept her eyes closed. She already knew it was morning due to the early sunlight beating down on her eyelids. She was feeling edgy, and knew that someone was keeping a close eye on her.

Finally cracking one eye open to stare in the general direction of the one who insisted on invading her privacy, she was met with golden orbs. Only for a second, though, for Inuyasha quickly turned his head as though he hadn't just been leering at who he thought was the monk.

She couldn't help it. Inuyasha's irritated state was getting to all of them, especially her. She felt wrongfully accused. There was really nothing plausible to accuse her of in the first place. So, she decided to toy with him a little.

She cleared the throat she temporarily possessed, bringing Inuyasha's attention forth. "So… can I help you? Or is my face just really pretty?" surprisingly, there was a nasty undertone to the voice that came out of her mouth. So instead of her remark coming out rather humorous as it was intended, it came out rather sarcastic and snide.

Inuyasha's eyes narrowed dangerously, which made Kagome even angrier. "You better watch yourself, monk. I know you're up to something." The miko was just about ready to bitch-slap the hanyou all the way to present-day Japan, but then thought otherwise. In the current body she possessed, Inuyasha probably wouldn't hold back in retaliating.

Of course, Kagome's seething anger brought Miroku out of slumber, and he awoke with a yawn and a slight stretch. Immediately he felt the waves of unbridled frustration roll off of his body, and figured some heated words had just been passed between hanyou and monk-impostor.

"So… what's goin' on here? You guys were talking pretty loudly…" Kagome took this as the perfect opportunity to ignore Inuyasha. She knew it wouldn't get on his nerves as it usually would, but she didn't really want to deal with him at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Kagome-sama… did we wake you?" Kagome put on her best Sweet-Miroku-Smile. Miroku decided it was best if he played along. "Yeah, but my dream was ending anyways, so it's all good. What were you talking about?"

Not now… I'll tell you later if we have the time.

"Meaningless babble, I assure you."

Is he being a bit nosy again?

"Ok… has breakfast been served yet?"

Heh… hold the 'bit'.

"No… but I'm sure we'd all appreciate it very much if you prepared some food for us."

Miroku smiled sweetly and got up to collect some fruits.

Well, you know how it is with him… when it rains, it pours…

Yeah, a regular thunderstorm, he is.

Miroku, with his amazing ability of holding a poker-face, did nothing. But Kagome let a chuckle slip. And then Inuyasha's attention was on her like flies on a horse and his ears twitched in her direction.

"Ok, well, I'll be getting that fruit. Oh… by the way, any idea where Sango went of to?"

The only one who could answer that was Inuyasha. Miroku stared at the hanyou expectantly. "Oh… umm… Sango and Kirara are training and Shippou's entertaining some kids with his dumb ol' tricks."

Miroku flashed Inuyasha a completely cheesy, utterly fake grin and skipped out the door. Kagome tried with all her might to keep her laughing in check. To know that hidden in that feminine body was a man skipping flamboyantly around in search of fruit was a pretty funny thought.