I decided to add a little humor to lighten the mood. I can tell you right now that I enjoyed writing this chapter more than I have writing anything. By far my favorite written piece by me.

A/N: I really like this chapter…


Miroku had to bite his tongue so he wouldn't comment at the sight before him. Sure he knew that Inuyasha wasn't himself at the moment but this was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. So with practiced ease he silently dug through Kagome's giant yellow bag until he came across a digital camera.

It took a moment for him to remember how to use the strange device but it was worth the wait. He used up what was left of the film on picture of the sleeping trio. From where Miroku was standing Kagome was on his left, Shippo was in the middle as Inuyasha was sleeping peacefully on the right.

As he put the camera back he thanked Buddha that no one had woken up while he was taking pictures. He added a special thank that Sango stayed sound asleep. She would have surly knocked him unconscious for taking advantage of Inuyasha's… condition.

"What are you doing, Miroku?"

Speak of the devil.

Miroku turned around. Greeted by the face of a confused Sango. He put on his charming smile and started spinning. "Why good morning, Sango! You're looking quite radiant this morning. The early morning rays really capture-"

"Skip the theatrics. What are you doing with Kagome's bag?"

He glanced over at the open bag. "Why I was merely looking for a book that Kagome said I should read. I believe she called it The Many Loves of Casanova. She said I might find it interesting. Something about it being 'right up my alley?' Whatever that means."

"Well you should wait until Kagome's up before you go through her things." Sango commented.

"Your absolutely right. It was disrespectful of me to search without her permission." Though that sounded suspiciously incriminating to Sango, she decided to let it slid. Besides she could always beat the truth out of him later.

When Kagome woke up a little while later she found herself sleeping next to Shippo and Inuyasha. Though waking up to Shippo was nothing new waking up to Inuyasha was. She resisted the urge to pull back but lost the battle of embarrassment. Her cheeks were now turning a light red.

The events of last night slowly seeped into her mind as she started waking up. As realization dawned on her the embarrassment faded until she was calm again. With out disturbing the two she slipped out of her sleeping bag and made her way over to the already roaring fire.

"Good morning, Kagome. Did you sleep well?" Miroku asked as he kneeled down to check on the meat.

Not sure of whether it he was really curious or trying to be perverted in a sly way she decided to believe in his better half and answered truthfully. "Fine. Though I think a slept on a rock. My side hurts."

The mention of her side hurting reminded Sango of something. "Hey Kagome. How's your hand? Does it still hurt?"

"Only if I try to lift heavy things. Right now it's okay." Kagome replied as she rubbed her injured hand. Truth be told it hurt no matter what she did so she avoided using it completely. Not only did she have bite marks from Inuyasha but she had also bruised it while looking for the hanyou. She really should have noticed that branch.

Sango could tell she wasn't being truthful. Kagome was a terrible liar. Besides she had been watching her and the fact that she started using her left hand for everything hadn't escaped her notice. Neither had the slight flinch that always crossed her face whenever she used her right hand.

Sensing the disbelief Kagome attempted a convincing act. "Really I'm fine. No worries. Listen I'm going to grab some bandages and head down to the river. They're due for a changing."

"Miroku was looking through your bag earlier so things might be a little out of place." Sango warned.

The monk in question stiffened at Sango's comment.

"Oh really? What was he doing in my bag?" Kagome asked with an arched eyebrow.

"He said that you had a book for him and I guess he couldn't wait for you to get up to ask for it. Said it was about some guy named Casanova?"

"Oh right!" Kagome searched through her bag until she came across the book she had stuck in there earlier. She pulled it out and tossed it to the oddly quiet pervert. "I had completely forgotten about that. Sorry for the wait."

Miroku caught it easily with one hand. Curiosity took over and he flipped through it. "Thank you very much, Kagome. But if you don't mind me asking what is the book about? You seemed very convinced that I would enjoy it."

Kagome had once again buried herself in her backpack when Miroku had asked his question. Popping back up he held a roll of clean bandages in her left hand. "I don't really feel comfortable telling you…"

"Now you've sparked my interest. So who was this Casanova?" Miroku wasn't going to let this one go.

"Is he some great hero from your time?" Great. Just Great. Now Sango wanted to know.

"No…"

"Won't you please tell us?"

Seeing that she was fighting a losing battle and she wanted to clean out her wound Kagome caved. "Casanova was a traveler. He wandered from place to place and slept with women. His main ambition in life was to sleep with every attractive woman he saw."

Miroku's eyes widened at the blunt description of the man. He glanced from the book in his hand to the sheepish schoolgirl. He stared at her for a moment to see if she was lying. When he confirmed that she was in fact telling the truth he immediately buried himself in the pages that told Casanova's life tale.

Meanwhile Sango had trouble convincing herself that she had heard right. She gave a look to Kagome that clearly asked her if she had really said that. Kagome simply shrugged at her friend.

Somewhere deep in Sango's mind she thought, 'That's Miroku all right.' Speaking of Miroku she turned her stare towards him. Only to find the monk engrossed with the book.

Kagome left for the river. As she walked awayshe could hear the familiar sounds of Sango beating Miroku and his protests of holiness.

No you won't remember but it'll still make you laugh

When you see us together in a photograph still makes me laugh

When I see us together in a photograph

-Photograph: Charlie Robinson