I had stacks of things to say and whinge about, but then I forgot them. They can't have been terribly important.
Inuyasha: Not mine.
On with the story!
It was downright distracting. Inuyasha completely understood why the girls got so mad with Miroku. Was it possible the monk actually didn't realise how hard it was to stare down attacking demons when one had a human male clinging to one's nethers?
To make matters worse, the vile spider-demon actually appeared to be snickering at him. Completely unacceptable.
"Sankon tetsuwa!"
His opponent keeled slowly over.
Inuyasha turned to deal with the demon.
…
"But, Inuyasha- I can't help it!"
"I don't care! Bastard monk! Never again! If you even come near my ass again, I won't stop at knocking you out! I'll get to work on you with Tetsusaiga! And you can't tell me I wouldn't be protecting humans. Every girl would sleep sounder at night if you were dead. And apparently some of the men."
Miroku leaned closer to the furious half-demon. "I won't stop."
A snarl rumbled deep in Inuyasha's throat. "I think you will. If you want to remain close to your privates."
…
The brush moved in slow, firm strokes through Kirara's fur. The demon cat trilled and leaned contentedly towards her mistress.
Sango ruffled the dark, pointed ears affectionately. It was lovely to be able to relax with such a simple thing as grooming Kirara and not have to worry about protecting herself from sudden assaults from a monk who appeared innocent only until he was within groping range. The last few days he had been focusing his entire attention on the increasingly nervous Inuyasha.
There were still some drawbacks, of course.
She was only just realising what a whiner the monk was.
"Why won't he let me touch him?" Miroku picked up another brush and started grooming down Kirara's other side. The cat made a surprised noise, but then accepted the attention. "It's not that he hates me, I'm sure. He trusts me enough to let me defend him when we're fighting, but not to occasionally have a little feel of his bottom. What do I do, Sango-san?"
"Why are you asking me?" she responded, genuinely puzzled. And a little irritated. How was it that Miroku went straight from chasing her around (which she hadn't been totally opposed to, if only he'd corrected his attitude a little) to asking her advice about pursuing Inuyasha's rear?
"Um." He swallowed, suddenly realising much the same things and feeling just a little awkward. "I don't know. I guess I'm a bit confused."
"I'll say." She turned away, working her way down Kirara's flank.
"All I know is that I can't get enough of it. It's like an addiction."
"Miroku-san?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
…
"So what do you think I should do, Kagome?"
She glared at the monk. "I don't know, Miroku!"
He gestured wildly with his staff. "I mean, he won't even let me get within three feet of him now! How am I supposed to get close to that wonderful ass if he beats me up every time I try?"
Kagome shrugged. "You could give it up."
"But I can't! Haven't you seen his ass? There's none other like it."
"Miroku-san…"
…
Inuyasha looked down from his napping-place in the tree branch at the two approaching girls. "What is it?"
Sango scuffed a foot in the leaf litter, too embarrassed to speak. Kagome spoke for her.
"Inuyasha… we need you to do us a favor."