A/N: Sadly, since the summer started with the crazy high heat I won't be doing much writing, unless somehow it will get cooler and my brain won't get into overdrive every time I try to string more than 5 words in a sentence. And, when I'll manage to get my brain working, I will try to work on my bigger stories, so for next couple of months Barks will happen only when I have time and strength to write them. But on the other side hopefully there will be something else for my readers to read.
Consider it to be a crackfic.
Dogtree
Inuyasha was enjoying himself, resting on his favorite branch of the Sacred Tree, fully intending to spend the night there. The evening was quiet and peaceful, the heat of the day slowly fading as the sun was hiding behind the horizon. The wind was practically non-existent, rustling of leaves was like a soft melody lulling him to slumber.
His favorite miko was busy this evening, performing her miko duties with the old hag. Normally he'd stay at Kagome's side even if she had some wok to do - after all she could need his help in something - but he sure wasn't going to stay in Kaede's hut this night. Not when one of the village women was giving birth there and the place positively reeked of the mixture of scents. He was in the hearing distance, so if Kagome really needed him she'd just have to call him.
His own house - a before-mating gift from Sesshomaru ("This one doesn't grant you, little brother, a house. This one merely wishes to make sure that one of this one's esteemed father's blood isn't living in a cave, even if he's merely a hanyou.") was still unfinished, since the tree youkai responsible for the built was trying to find a smith to make pipes for the plumbing. Inuyasha snickered when he remembered the youkai's face when Kagome and himself had told him how they want their house to look like. Kagome wanted all she could get and Inuyasha wasn't one to tell 'no' to his intended.
Anyway, the Sacred Tree was his bed now, like many times before. And there was nothing wrong with it, it was familiar, serene and comfortable to be around the tree. Only one thing was marring the blissful evening...
Miroku sighed and rolled in his spot between the tree roots. Inuyasha glared down and saw the monk look up at him with dejected expression.
"What do you do here?" Inuyasha asked. Miroku had been there for last hour, with a blanket wrapped around his body.
"Oh, my friend," the monk sighed. "This man is the most unlucky one, believe me."
"Lemme guess, Sango kicked you out?" Inuyasha raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly!" Miroku nodded and sighed yet again. "And I was totally innocent, for the record."
"Yeah, yeah, right. So what did she say? You're sleeping here for the whole week?"
"Hopefully not. Don't get me wrong, my friend, but I don't enjoy spending my nights under a tree, away from the heavenly beauty of my dear Sango's smile and warmth of her embrace."
"Keh." Inuyasha got comfortable again.
"So..." came Miroku's voice after a few minutes, when Inuyasha was dozing off on his branch. "What get you in the dogtree?"
A/N: Get it? Dogtree? Cuz the Sacred Tree is like a house for Inuyasha? Eh? ~runs for the hills because bad puns are bad~