(Hello. Back with chapter two, I have no clue what to put for this besides the fact I hope you like this as much as I liked writing it.

Thanks to remix-69er for reviewing. Yeah, the stage version is awesome, I've read the libretto and seen clips, listened to songs but I've never seen it. I hope that will change come December when it comes to my town.

Songs included/Changed into Conversations:

Rent

You Okay Honey

Tune Up 3

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or Rent.

Rent is © to Jonathon Larson. InuYasha is © to Rumiko Takahashi.)

Shippou stared at InuYasha for a while before he began to sing softly. "How do you document real life, when real life is getting more like fiction each day? Headlines -- breadlines. Blow my mind. And now this deadline!" His voice cracked at the word deadline. Eviction -- or pay! InuYasha mouthed Rent to him and Shippou followed up.
"RENT " InuYasha stood and marched over to him.

"You tell me how do you write a song when the chords sound wrong?
Though they once sounded right and rare when the notes are sour where is the power you once had to ignite the air?" He sang back forcefully.

"We're hungry and frozen." Shippou countered.

"Some life that we've chosen!" InuYasha said rolling his eyes.

"How we going to pay? How we going to pay? How we going to pay?" Shippou asked out loud, in obvious distress. InuYasha pulled a slip out he had gotten when he had come in with the words eviction or pa stamped across the front in red. He threw it on the table.

"Last year's rent." He said lowly.

"We'll light candles!" Shippou offered.

"How do you start a fire when there's nothing to burn?" InuYasha replied darkly rubbing his arm with his hand in an attempt to warm himself. "And it feels like something's stuck in your flue?"

"How can you generate heat when you can't feel your feet?" Shippou asked almost a bit sadly. HE looked at his feet.

"And they're turning blue." Shippou and InuYasha crooned together. Shippou immediately perked with an idea. He ran into his room and grabbed a thick script.
"You light up a mean blaze." He said holding the script up, InuYasha ripped one of his own posters off the wall.

"With POSTERS!" He yelled lighting it on fire with a pack of matches he had held in his pocket.

"And screenplays!" Shippou added using the flaming poster as a means to light the script aflame. They threw it into a metal barrel, grinning into it.

"How we going to pay? How we going to pay? How we going to pay? LAST year's rent?" They yelled grabbing more screenplays and posters and began throwing them into the barrel.

Meanwhile Miroku was in an alley, attempting to stand after being mugged viciously. "How do you stay on your feet when on every street it's 'trick or treat' and tonight, it's trick." He fell against the alley wall. "Welcome back to town, oh, everything's brown and oh, I feel sick."

Shippou ran out onto the fire escape, searching for Miroku. "Where is he?"

"Getting dizzy." Miroku muttered before collapsing.

"How we going to pay?" InuYasha asked adding another poster to the bonfire. "How we going to pay? How we going to pay last year's rent?" Shippou and InuYasha started flipping through some of Shippou's scripts.

"The music ignites the night with passionate fire." Shippou read aloud before dumping the script in the barrel.

"The narration crackles and pops with incendiary wit." InuYasha read from the one he was holding before dropping his script into the barrel as well. Shippou grabbed his camera and zoomed in on the barrel which was now a flaming bin of paper. The phone rang.

"We zoom in as we burn the past to the ground, and feel the heat of the future's glow!" Shippou sang as InuYasha grabbed the barrel carefully and marched over to the fire escape, dumping the contents to the ground. The phone rang again. Shippou put his camera down and answered it.

"Hello?" He started. "Kagura? What do you mean your equipment won't work?" A sigh of annoyance. "Okay, Alright, I'll go." Shippou hung up.
"How do you leave the past behind, when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart?" Shippou sang joining InuYasha on the fire escape. Several people in surrounding buildings came outside, setting their eviction notices on fire and letting them drift down.

They sang with Shippou, or a variant of it. "It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out till you're torn apart. Rent!"

"How can you connect in an age Where strangers, landlords, lovers, your own blood cells betray?" InuYasha yelled off the fire escape, arms spread as if trying to catch some sort of invisible person in a hug.

"What binds the fabric together, when the raging, shifting winds of change keep ripping away?" The group around them yelled.

"Draw a line in the sand and then make a stand
!" The women in the loft below InuYasha and Shippou sang. InuYasha looked down and the woman smiled at him, blue eyes twinkling at him.

"Use your camera to spar!" InuYasha sang looking back over to Shippou.

"USE YOUR GUITAR!" Shippou sang back shooting InuYasha with his camera.

"When they act tough you call their bluff!" The other people yelled from their fire escapes.

"We're not going to pay." Everyone repeated three times before counting off what they would not pay.

"Last year's rent This year's rent Next year's rent RENT, RENT, RENT, RENT, RENT We're not going to pay rent " The group yelled. Shippou and InuYasha turned to each other.

"Because everything is rent." They said together before retreating inside.

Meanwhile back outside a woman with long black hair was sitting propped up against a stature, beating an empty pickle tub with two battered old drumsticks. Miroku limped towards the end of the alley but could not make it. He collapsed onto the side of the alley and moaned loudly. The woman stood up, pickle tub under her arm, she frowned, her brow furrowing at the moans from the alley.

She walked cautiously towards it. "Hello?" she spotted Miroku and gasped in horror. She hurried over to him. "You okay honey?"

"I'm afraid so." Miroku muttered trying to straighten himself.

"They get any money?" Sango asked crouching by him.

"No, I didn't have any to get. They took my coat though, well you missed a sleeve!" Miroku yelled at no one in particular. "Thanks."

"It's Christmas Eve." Sango said taking his arm to help him up. "I'm Sango."

"Sango?" Miroku asked smiling slightly. "Indeed, an angel of the first degree, Friends call me Miroku, Miroku Takuhata."

"Let's get a band-aid for your knee, I'll change. There's a Life Support meeting at nine-thirty." Miroku gave her a questioning look and Sango looked down, "Yes, This body provides a quite comfortable home, for the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome."

"AIDS?" Miroku asked, Sango nodded. "I got it too." Sango laughed.

"We're going to get along just fine, I can tell. Let's get you a coat and a bite to eat." Sango said leading him off.

"But my friends are waiting." Miroku said blushing.

"You're cute when you blush, the more the merrier! Ho! Ho! Ho! And I do not take no for an answer." Miroku laughed and leaned on her before they went off into the night.

Back in the apartment InuYasha was trying again to tune his guitar.

"Where are you going?" he asked lowly, spying Shippou slipping on his shabby coat.

"Kagura calls." Shippou said lowly. InuYasha laughed slightly.

"You are such a sucker." InuYasha said staring at Shippou.

"I don't suppose you'd want to see her show tonight." Shippou offered, InuYasha shrugged.

"I don't really care." He said strumming his guitar.

"Or come to dinner?" Shippou asked putting his camera in its bag.

"Zoom in on my empty wallet." InuYasha grumbled.

"Touché, Take your AZT." Shippou motioned to a small tube of pills before grabbing his camera and zooming in on InuYasha's sullen face. "Close up on Inu, his girlfriend Kikyo left a note, saying we've got AIDS, before slitting her wrists in the bathroom." Shippou sighed and lowered his camera. "I'll check up on you later, Please Change your mind, you have to get out of the house." and with that Shippou lowered his head and left.

"I'm writing one great song before I..." InuYasha trailed off.