A/N: I started this fic when CN/AS first started showing season five with the Band of Seven.
Disclaimer: nope, not mine…all characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi
Jakotsu was extremely relieved when he came upon Inuyasha and his gang. Out of the seven left, there was Renkotsu, Bankotsu, and himself. He was glad he was able to ditch them. He didn't particularly care for Renkotsu. He knew that Renkotsu was still jealous of Bankotsu being the youngest and the leader. And as for Bankotsu, he loved his brother, but hated him when he interrupted his fighting time with Inuyasha. Oh, how he enjoyed his sparring sessions with Inuyasha. Little did that gorgeous silver-haired hanyou know that if he wanted to, Jakotsu could have killed him by now. He enjoyed their fights even more when some blood was shed. Then he was a happy un-dead.
"Inuyasha," he cried out as walked upon his favorite sparring partner.
"Keh! What do you want? Did Naraku send you out here to miserably fail in killing us again?" Inuyasha sneered.
"No, Inuyasha, I came here to see you. And houshi, too." Jakotsu smiled at Miroku. There was no Renkotsu or Bankotsu to interfere this time. He would have to decide whether he wanted his beloved hanyou, or the illustrious monk. And with that, he imagined the thought of taking out the little tie that kept the monk's hair up, and running his hands freely through his raven locks. As he took a step closer to his beloved, he noticed that only he took a step forward. Miroku stood still.
"Why don't you leave before I have to pulverize you!" Inuyasha exclaimed.
"I'd rather stay, thank you anyway. And if you don't want to spar with me today, then I'll just have to use the monk as your substitute."
Never having actually battled Jakotsu before, the monk took a step closer. Miroku stared him straight in the face and begun to unwind the prayer beads he kept around his right hand that acted as a sealer for the Wind Tunnel.
"No, my dearest monk. If we fight, we fight fair. No Wind Tunnel. Just you and your Buddhist staff."
Miroku looked at his hand and wondered exactly how fair of a battle would it be. He took another step closer to Jakotsu. "Alright then, just you and your sword. No calling on your brothers or using any extra shards of the Shikon Jewel for help either."
Oh, I won't need any of that for the type of sparing I want to do, the very attractive un-dead said to himself. "All right then," he said aloud, "you can meet me at the nearest hot springs, to east of here. If I don't see you there soon, then we can say that you've forfeited, and that I have finally won one round against you and your Inu-gang."
"Oh, don't worry, I'll be there," Miroku replied as he watched Jakotsu walk away with his vast sword draped across his shoulder.
A/N: This was originally supposed to be a prologue, so that's why the end of this chappie might sound incomplete.
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