In his study, Sesshomaru is standing at a desk that is cleared off to make room for a hot plate. On said hot plate, he is cooking bacon and eggs. He is wearing a pink frilly apron and bunny slippers. "Oh," he says as he flips the eggs over, "You've come back. I'm just in the middle of making breakfast, as you can see." He pokes at the bacon with a fork. It is sizzling quietly. "After Jakotsu finished," he clears his throat, "correcting Koga, he sent his guests home. All but Miroku and Sango, whom he let stay the night. Separate rooms, of course. He did not want any hanky panky going on in his house, even though they were married." He laughs. "Well, it was really more like he didn't want any hanky panky if he wasn't involved with it." He takes the pan and slides the eggs off onto a plate. Then the bacon. "Now," he continues, "he was going to test Sango and Miroku's love for one another."

Sango was sitting up in her bed. The room was decorated in pink. Pink wallpaper, pink bed sheets, pink carpeting. Even the lamps glowed with a pink light. She was wondering why she could not spend the night in the same bed as her husband. They were both married, in love, so why did they have to be separated? "Oh," she said with a sigh, "Why, oh, why?"

There was a knock at the door. Her gaze bolted to the door. "Who is it?" she asked. "Who's there?"

"It's only me, Sango." It was Miroku.

"Oh, Miroku darling," Sango said with a sigh of relief. "Come in." He climbed onto the bed and threw his arms around his wife. He kissed her lips, then moved lower to her neck, then to her chest. "Oh, Miroku," Sango moaned with pleasure. He took her hands in his. She laid down, and he moved on top of her. "Oh, Miroku," she moaned again. "Yes, my darling." But she stopped. "But what if-"

"It's all right, Sango," Miroku said comfortingly. "Everything's going to be all right." He kissed her again.

"Oh," she said, allowing him to touch her, "I hope so, my darling." She ran her fingers through his hair. It came off. It was a wig. "Oh!" she gasped in surprise and disgust. "It's you!"

Jakotsu was laying on top of her. "I'm afraid so, Sango, but isn't it nice?" He leaned in to kiss her again, but she pushed him away.

"Oh," she shouted, "You beast! You monster! What have you done with Miroku?"

Jakotsu looked into her eyes. "Oh," he said, "Well, nothing." His eyes lit up, and he added, "Why, do you thing I should?"

"You tricked," she said. "I wouldn't have," she said. "I've never," she said.

Jakotsu was kissing her neck. "Yes, yes, I know," he said with a laugh. "But it isn't all bad, is it?" He moved into her a little more. "I think," he said, "you really found it quite," he grabbed her by the ankles, and lifted her legs into the air, "pleasurable," he finished.

"Oh," Sango moaned again with pleasure, "stop it." She did not sound sincere. But Miroku flashed back into her mind. "I mean, help! Miroku!"

"Shh," Jakotsu hissed. "Miroku's probably asleep by now. Do you want him to see you like this?" He was laying on top of her. Their lips pressed tightly together. "I promise I won't tell him. Cross my heart and hope to die." He took her.

Sesshomaru is sitting in his chair, snoozing. His eyes open slightly, then close. He bolts wide awake. "Oh!" he exclaims. "I do apologize. I didn't see you there." He smiles. "Well, well, well," he says, "Isn't this an interesting turn out? Sango has just given herself to the scientist. What will Miroku think when he finds out? Let's continue."

Miroku was sitting up in his bed. The room was decorated in blue. Blue wallpaper, blue bed sheets, blue carpeting. Even the lamps glowed with a blue light. He was wondering why he could not spend the night in the same bed as his wife. They were both married, in love, so why did they have to be separated? "Oh," he said with a sigh, "Why, oh, why?"

There was a knock at the door. His gaze bolted to the door. "Who is it?" he asked. "Who's there?"

"It's only me, Miroku." It was Sango.

"Oh, Sango darling," Miroku said with a sigh of relief. "Come in." She climbed onto the bed and threw her arms around her husband. She kissed his lips, then moved lower to his neck, then to his chest. "Oh, Sango," Miroku moaned with pleasure. She took his hands in hers. He laid down, and she moved on top of him. "Oh, Sango," he moaned again. "Yes, my darling." But he stopped. "But what if-"

"It's all right, Miroku," Sango said comfortingly. "Everything's going to be all right." She kissed him again.

"Oh," he said, allowing her to touch him, "I hope so, my darling." He ran his fingers through her hair. It came off. It was a wig. "Oh!" he gasped in surprise and disgust. "It's you!"

Jakotsu was laying on top of him. "I'm afraid so, Miroku, but isn't it nice?" He leaned in to kiss him again, but he pushed him away.

"Oh," he shouted, "You beast! You monster! What have you done with Sango?"

Jakotsu looked into his eyes. "Oh," he said, "Well, nothing." His eyes lit up, and he added, "Why, do you thing I should?"

"You tricked," he said. "I wouldn't have," he said. "I've never," he said.

Jakotsu was kissing his neck. "Yes, yes, I know," he said with a laugh. "But it isn't all bad, is it?" He moved into him a little more. "I think," he said, "you really found it quite," he grabbed him by the ankles, and lifted his legs into the air, "pleasurable," he finished.

"Oh," Miroku moaned again with pleasure, "stop it." He did not sound sincere. But Sango flashed back into his mind. "I mean, help! Sango!"

"Shh," Jakotsu hissed. "Sango's probably asleep by now. Do you want her to see you like this?" He was laying on top of him. Their lips pressed tightly together. "I promise I won't tell her. Cross my heart and hope to die." He took him.

"Betcha didn't see that one coming," Sesshomaru says with a straight face. "What a world of trouble the young couple was in now. Both had been unfaithful to one another. But things had only just begun for them." He eats his bacon and eggs, which are now cold.