Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters. I'd be rich if I did, but I'm not, so... yeah.
Part 2: Origins of the disaster.
He couldn't for his life remember how Miroku, his roommate, had convinced him about hosting yet another party. Ever since he broke up with Kikyo, Miroku had insisted that he had to be more social, maybe even meet a few of Sango's friends. To be honest, he wasn't interested at all. His previous relationship had failed precisely because he was unwilling to commit any further. When Kikyo had insisted on spending the night at his place, he had totally freaked out and decided to end things before she got any more attached.
That was just the way he did things. He went on a few dates with girls (most of them asking HIM out and HIM being way too polite to say no) and then disappeared. Nishimura Kikyo had been to one to last a bit longer. Still, he couldn't see himself sharing as much with her.
And right now here he was, trying to be a good host while his roommate did kami-knows-what upstairs with his girlfriend. Damn pervert.
