A/N: A gift for all my amazing reviewers. I don't say it often, but I love to see what you think about my stories.
Anyway, here's the sequel to Inuyasha no Mori, since you were wondering.

Miroku's Part

While Inuyasha reached his home and his wife's futon to make sure his forest was thoroughly patrolled, another man was carefully nearing a very familiar hut. He was leaning on his staff, which had its famous golden rings wrapped in a piece of cloth so not to make noise. He wasn't that drunk - after all, they had drank only a jug of sake. They had wanted to relax in the shade of the Sacred Tree, enjoying the evening after a big work. The holy - and a bit tipsy - man smiled when he thought about his talk with his dog-eared friend, one about various ways to describe the fine art of lovemaking and things used in this art. Well, it had been fun when it had lasted, the hanyou after a year of marriage was as easy to embarrass as the day they had met. He looked at the hut in front of him and sighed.

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She opened one eye as soon as she heard that someone entered the hut. She looked in the darkness at the man standing on the beaten dirt before the raised floor.

"You're drunk?" she inquired, recognizing his aura and the staff he was leaning on.

"Not very much, but yes, I drank a few cups of a delicious sake." His reply was a half-joke. She practically could sense his pleading eyes on herself.

"Try to be quiet, the children are sleeping," she said and thought for a minute. "A blanket is on one of the boxes under the floor. You can sleep there."

"Thank you, oh, gracious lady," he bowed and found the blanket where it was supposed to be. Without answering she returned to sleep, hearing him make himself comfortable near the door.

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Miroku woke up to sounds of breakfast being prepared. When he opened his eyes he saw a pair of children looking down at him from the edge of the raised floor.

"Miroku? What are you doing here?" asked Shippou in bewilderment.

"Uh."

"Did you mistake your hut with ours, monk Miroku?" inquired Rin. Miroku licked his dry lips. He didn't have a hangover, but he sure wanted something to drink.

"Children, cease your teasing of the monk," said Kaede from her usual spot by the fire. "You know that when he drinks Sango doesn't let him into their home. I took pity on him when he came here last night. Tea?"

She asked the slowly rising man. Miroku could feel all his bones ache from sleeping on the dirt and his head was aching a bit too.

"That would be wonderful," he rasped out. 'I wonder if Inuyasha had a better night.. Knowing lady Kagome's temper he probably spent the night on the roof...'

Not too far away someone buried under a pile of blankets and a naked miko sneezed quietly. The woman on his chest didn't even stir, which wasn't surprising after all the patrol runs they had had the previous night.

"Stupid monk and his stupid sake," murmured Inuyasha and hugged his napping wife to his chest lovingly.