--Encounter, Part II--
Late into the evening, from their adjacent campsite, the young women could here the drunken slurring of male voices drifting through the trees. Eventually, however, the noise died down, blending in with the sighing of the winds.
The next morning when Kagome, Sango, Shippo, and Kilala returned to camp, the sight before their eyes made the girls squeal and hide their eyes, while the youkai made faces in disgust. By the dying fire, wrapped quite comfortably in a red haori and a violet robe, lay the half-demon and the monk. With their arms around each other, the pair appeared to be quite content.
As if awakened by the girls' stunned stare, the sleeping men began to stir, their eyes drifting open in the warm morning sun.
Holding their heads in hangover-agony, the houshi and the hanyou split apart, running to opposite sides of the campsite in horror and disgust. At the look on their faces, the girls couldn't help but giggle.
"You know, Inuyasha," said Kagome, a smirk on her face, "If you agreed to bear Miroku's child, then you really have no one to blame but yourself."