I do not own any part of Inu Yasha. I have a much firmer grip on reality than that although I openly admit I sometimes wish I didn't.

This is a continuation of my one shot songfic The Scotsman. It is not necessary for you to read Scotsman unless of course you are the impatient sort. This is only a Prologue of sorts, full chapters to follow.


Kouga sat by the fire, absentmindedly fingering a blue ribbon tied to his left armor strap. A dreamy look was in his eyes and a secretive smile pulled at his lips. Ginta and Hakkaku were also settled around the fire, clutching their heads and moaning softly.

"Damn light. Why it gotta be so bright?" Hakkaku growled out.

"Shut up. Just shut up. Stop your shouting and shut up." Groaned Ginta.

"I'm not shouting and it IS too bright."

"Shuddap. Your voice is giving me a headache."

"The wine gave you a headache. And don't tell me to shut up. If I could move anything other than my eyes I would hit you."

"You don't seem to have a problem moving your mouth. All the time with the moving of the mouth and words coming out of the mouth." Ginta grunted and did his best to level a glare at his friend. It might've worked, had the glare been in the direction Hakkaku was actually in. Ginta's eyes were narrowed against the sun and the faintest hint of bloodshot eyes was all that could be seen.

"All I'm saying is its damn bright. Let's go lie down for awhile and wait for the sun to stop hurting." Hakkaku made a grand effort to stand and seemed to think better of it. "Know what Ginta?"

"No, but your going to shout it at me."

"I am NOT shouting. I'm also not oomph!...too proud…eh eh…to crawl." Accompanying words to action Hakkaku had let his self fall over and was now crawling to the darkest part of the cave and settling himself in. Obviously they had had a little too much wine to be awake this hour and why torture one's self?

Deciding to follow his friend's lead, Ginta crawled up next to him. Hakkaku wrinkled his nose in protest. "Damn Ginta, you threw up last night didn't you?" Ginta's only answer was a snore and Hakkaku decided his buddy didn't smell bad enough to warrant moving. He turned a sleepy head to their Prince and Leader. "Yo Kouga! Kouga!" No response was forthcoming and Hakkaku decided he didn't care enough about what his Prince was doing to go find out. He quickly followed Ginta into slumber.

The Prince of Wolves lowered his nose to the ribbon on his strap and inhaled deeply. The scent of his woman's arousal still lingered on the blue silk fabric and Kouga tried to imprint it in his mind. He had participated in the night's drinking with his pack brothers but unlike them he had awoken alone in the forest with a gift as welcome as it was risqué. The scent of the Slayer was interesting but ignored for the intoxicating scent of his woman. The secretive smile around Kouga's lips widened. Oh what fun he would have the next time he encountered his woman and her strange pack!