Well, this website is beginning to confuse me. Life? What the hell? This isn't a game!! Anyway, I have been writing like a fiend, so it's time for another chapter.

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lindajrjt - Thanks. I will!

Mystical Hanyou - She may have won, but she pays dearly for it! He's quite the Crusty Carl if I do say so myself. He must have like, I dunno, 'Roids or something, makes him irritable. IBS! That would piss me off.

Animefancritic - Yup, you read it right, sand in his vagina. I hear it is very uncomfortable, lol, must be another reason he's such an asshole, haha!

Inuyasha Grease'd

Chapter Six

Miroku Suzuma waited patiently in the elevator that evening as it slowly made its way up to the Penthouse in a prominent apartment building on the outskirts of downtown Tokyo. His girlfriend, Sango Takeda, lived in the Penthouse with her father and brother, Kohaku.

When the elevator binged and let him out on the tenth floor, he straightened his shirt and fluffed the bouquet of flowers in his hand, and rang the bell.

Kohaku answered the door. "Hey, Miroku! Come on in, Dad's out for a minute. Sango's up in her room, I'll get her for you."

Miroku chuckled, and stopped Kohaku with a look. "If your father is gone, allow me to fetch her," he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Kohaku laughed. "I'll let you know when he's coming."

Miroku mussed the boy's hair and made his way to the upstairs bedrooms. Sango's father was terribly old-fashioned; he insisted that Sango be home by ten, that she couldn't go out until her homework and her hiraikotsu lessons were finished, and that her dates not compromise her. The only thing he didn't do was chaperone her, which, even she had to admit, was a little extreme.

Opening her door quietly, he glanced at the wooden duck that hung there, her name painted on it in her childish hand. She may have been a sentimental pack-rat for keeping such a reminder of her childhood, but she wouldn't be his Sango if she were any other way.

Sango sat at her desk, her arm propping up her head as she finished the last of her homework. Miroku leaned over and presented her with the flowers, kissing the back of her neck as he said, "For you, Milady!"

Sango accepted them and smiled, turning to offer him her mouth. If her father ever caught him kissing her, he would flip. If he ever caught Miroku in his daughter's room... Miroku would have a very short future.

Drawing her up, still kissing her, he picked up her bag of equipment for her lessons and was leading her out the door when Kohaku called up, "He's coming!"

Smiling, Sango dashed into her room to change while Miroku ran down the stairs, set down her bag, wiped his mouth, and arranged himself in the chair in the foyer which was there for his use: he was permitted to go no further when waiting for Sango to get ready, when her father was there, of course!

What he didn't know didn't hurt him, Miroku reasoned.

Kohaku laughed to himself, the pop in his can sloshing. "If only Dad knew," he remarked, and walked back into the den, shaking his head.

Miroku trusted Kohaku to keep his and Sango's secret; Kohaku adored his older sister and regarded Miroku as a role model, so Mr. Takeda was safe from any incriminating knowledge that might cause him to get angry. In the long run, we're doing him a favour, Miroku thought, beginning to sweat.

Mr. Takeda opened the door and, spotting Miroku waiting in his chair, boomed, "I thought I saw your car downstairs, Miroku! How are you, my boy?"

Even though Sango's father was friendly to him, Miroku recognised a superior man when he saw one, and greeted him accordingly. As Sango had warned him when they had started dating, "Dad has this idea that I should be courted the old-fashioned way, so do what he wants, and you'll get along fine."

"I'm fine, Mr. Takeda. How are you this evening?"

Sango's father laughed and patted his shoulder, "I'm just great, Miroku, thanks for asking. Waiting for my baby? Sango!" he called.

"Yes, Daddy?" came Sango's immediate response as she appeared at the railing, removing her earrings.

"Hurry up, baby, Miroku's waiting!"

"Yes, Daddy."

Mr. Takeda smiled. "She'll be down in a minute. Where are you two going tonight?"

Miroku was used to this line of seemingly-invasive interrogation by now. "I plan to take her to Higurashi's, sir, and then bring her home."

Mr. Takeda smiled approvingly. "You make sure she has fun, now, and no sex. Is that clear?"

Miroku nodded obediently. "Crystal, sir."

Sango's father smiled. He liked Miroku. He was just what Sango needed, and he was the perfect gentleman. He looked forward to granting his consent when the boy asked for his daughter's hand.

Sango came down the stairs and pecked her father on the chin, the only place she could reach. "See you later, Daddy. Love you."

He grinned, and kissed her forehead. "Have fun sweetheart. Love you too."

Miroku smiled at the exchange between father and daughter. They were very close, especially since Sango's mother had died giving birth to her younger brother. Their family had been tight-knit ever since, and he watched over her as closely as a mafia don guards his virgin daughter. He lavished her with nice things and the freedom to choose any hobby she liked. She didn't have to work, and her father would make sure that she never would, unless she wanted to, of course.

Waving goodbye, Miroku carrying Sango's equipment like a gentleman should, they said their goodbyes as Mr. Takeda shut the door behind him. By now both knew to keep their hands to themselves, since they knew her father was watching them through the peephole in the door.

Once the elevator arrived, and Miroku and Sango had boarded, the doors safely shut, did he drop everything on the floor to catch her when she pounced on him, running her fingers through his hair and encouraging him to touch her, while they Frenched each other furiously.

"God, he can be overbearing," Sango complained during their kiss, to which Miroku responded, "Which only makes it all the more exciting to make out behind his back. Can you imagine what would happen if he ever discovered us like this?"

"He'd kill you for compromising me," Sango breathed, raking her nails down his back, "but I wouldn't let him."

"Then I guess it's a good thing he doesn't know that I've already compromised you, several times," he panted as he traced her jugular with the tip of his tongue.

She laughed, intimately. "You gotta admit though, his overbearance makes it all the more exciting to sneak around right under his nose."

"Mmm-hmm," he agreed, swirling his tongue around inside her silky earlobe. "I don't think I could have lasted another minute up there, Sango, without holding you in my arms. I was going crazy."

She smiled at the top of his head as he squeezed her backside gently. "Me too. I love you, Miroku."

"I love you more, my Sango," he confessed, and she tipped her head back, enjoying his attention and savouring it while she could. The first floor was coming up fast, too fast in her opinion. More than once they had pushed the emergency stop button in the elevator just to have a little privacy together.

Finally the elevator opened, and they walked out, the only evidence of their make-out fest two pairs of swollen lips and grins.

Miroku drove Sango to her lesson, and leaned across the gearshift of his purple Monte Carlo to kiss her goodbye. "I'm done at eight," she reminded him.

"I'll be here," he promised, and he watched her disappear inside the building before pulling away from the curb.

He felt like a little distraction; Higurashi's was the perfect place. Maybe Kagome would give him another free burger? He had to chuckle to himself. He had no idea what a hot girl like her was doing with a schmuck like Houjo, but, he figured, she must see something in him no one else did, or he'd find a man for her himself. Houjo was just so... he couldn't quite name it, for there was a collection of things that seemed off about him. He was alright, Miroku supposed, but he knew Kagome deserved better. She was like a favourite sister to him, and he didn't want to see her settle for mediocrity when she could have exceptional.

Pulling into the brightly lit lot, which was swarming with kids from school, and the occasional family sedan or station wagon, he parked between a black GTO and a brown Barracuda, with vanity plates that read KOUGA1.

Miroku just raised a brow as he slammed his door shut and headed up to the counter. Kouga's father wasn't a rich man, but neither was he a poor one; Kouga had helped him repair the car at Chang's Garage, behind the gas station across town, where anyone could rent a space and work on their vehicle.

The car parked on the other side of him had steamed up windows, and was moving slightly. Better not disturb, he thought as he inched by. The space was tight on this side.

Walking up to the counter, he smiled at Kagome's mother, who recognised him instantly, and gave him a big smile.

"Miroku Suzuma! Where have you been, you handsome devil?"

He laughed. Kagome's mother was such a card!

"Oh, I've been here and there, looking for you, Mrs. Higurashi, but I can't never seem to find you."

She chuckled, propping up her chin with her hand, her elbow on the counter. "I never leave here, Miroku. I'm chained to the wall by my ankle, you know that!"

He put his hand to his heart in mock surprise. "Why, if I'd known that, I'd have rescued you ages ago, fair Damsel!"

She burst out laughing and, shaking her head in amusement, replied, "Have a seat there, Miroku. Your burger's almost done."

He grinned, and, sliding back the bug-screen, pecked her on the nose. "I wish you were my mother, Mrs. Higurashi. I'd worship the ground you were chained to!"

She smiled and grabbed him by the chin. "If you weren't taken I'd have kept you for my own daughter, you trickster!" Playfully she pushed him out and shut the screen before any more flies could get in. Sota had already killed seventeen in the last hour.

He saw Kagome skate by and, reaching out, grabbed her by the waist and said, "Your mother thinks we should date again, pretty girl!"

Kagome laughed, unable to fend him off because her hands were full. "If that's true, what are you still doing with Sango? And what would she say if she found out?"

Miroku made a mock I'm scared shitless face and Kagome had to put down her tray or risk dropping it from laughing so hard. This was old hat, bantering with him like this. He wouldn't be Miroku if he didn't pretend to come on to her every time he saw her. Her mother, Sango's aunt, and most of their friends were common victims for his teasing jests. All were used to it and always played along.

Kouga watched the two laughing from three tables away, where his jock friends were eating. Ayame was sitting behind him massaging his shoulders, but he'd forgotten about her as soon as Kagome had skated into sight. When she was around, his body went into auto-pilot. His mind was too busy thinking about ways to get her away from Houjo to bother with anything else.

Miroku went for his free burger, and Kouga curled his lip in disdain. He sure knows how to swindle a woman. I'll bet he could wheedle a man-hating old maid right out of her bloomers.

Crossing his arms, he remained still, letting Ayame work the knots out of his sore shoulders. He was part of the track team, the football team, and the baseball team. Near the end of the school year he would be playing soccer, field hockey, and training for Track and Field day. Sports were his life, but when he wasn't thinking about that, he was thinking about girls. One girl in particular.

Girls had never been a problem for him. Until he met Kagome, that is. She had turned him down flat every time he asked her out, even when she wasn't dating anyone else. He knew that if he kept asking her she would eventually wear down and give in, but he hadn't anticipated he would still be trying to break down her resistance five years later.

Kagome went by Miroku again and stopped, asking, "How's your free burger, cowboy?"

He grinned. "Excellent! I'm going to move in here and be your "other brother"! I can't get enough of your mother's cooking!"

She chuckled. "If everyone were like you, Miroku, I'd have more brothers and sisters than I could handle." Smacking him playfully, she continued on, toward a waving couple who had just arrived.

Suddenly, The Streak came on over the stereo system set up around the parking lot, and Miroku, stuffing the last of his burger in his mouth, got up and went over to the nearest girl, and mouthed along to the song, "Hello everyone, this is your Action News reporter with all the news that is news across the Nation, here at the Supermarket. There seems to have been some disturbance here. Pardon me sir, did you see what happened?"

The girl made a face, and swatted Miroku's hand away. He made a face too and said, "I hollered over to Ethel and said, Don't look, Ethel!"

She glared over her shoulder and her boyfriend, standing in front of her, turned and glared at him too. He decided now would be a good time finish his food, lest he be eating his own face for supper.

Mrs. Higurashi shook her head, and remarked as he walked back to his seat, "Don't look, Ethel!" and started laughing so hard she had to clutch her sides.

"Ha ha," he replied, smiling. He loved that song.

Inu G'd

After school, Rin had walked in a dream-like state down to the parking lot, where a ton of girls were gathered, and guys stood in loose groups admiring each other's cars. She felt more self-conscious than ever when Sesshoumaru pulled up next to her, his yellow Mustang roaring as it idled, and everyone's eyes were on her as he got out and opened the door for her.

Ayame, standing next to Kikyou, who awaited Naraku, said, "Hey, looks like Rin's snagged the new guy."

Kikyou turned to look.

Sure enough, in the passenger seat of the yellow car, sat a blushing Rin, her eyes glued to the white-haired boy next to her as he shifted into drive and drove away. She wondered when that had happened; Sesshoumaru struck her as an Ice Man, with a facade of cold stone.

Rin felt her pulse racing as he drove away from school. He asked, "Where would you like to go?"

She thought, To your backseat, but she replied, "Doesn't matter to me."

"You don't want me to take you home?"

"No," she said quickly. "I don't want to go home." She thought of her family's reaction if they knew that she was spending her time with a demon.

He smiled. He knew where to take her. "How about that Drive-In I keep hearing about?"

"Higurashi's? Sure! My friend Kagome works there."

He nodded. "Alright then."

Inu G'd

Miroku looked at his watch. Quarter to eight.

Getting up, he said to Mrs, Higurashi, "I'll be right back. I'm going to get Sango." She nodded, and he climbed into his car and drove away.

Kagome skated to the counter, and asked, "Will Miroku be back in time to do the show?"

Her mother nodded, "I should think so."

She sighed. Friday nights were always Karaoke night at Higurashi's, and every Friday the customers demanded the song she and Miroku sang. She just hoped he didn't get side-tracked; she hated to disappoint the customers if he wasn't there. She needed him to do it with her, she couldn't do it alone, and only he knew all the words.

Kagome and Miroku had known each other forever. They had grown up as best friends, and in Eighth grade, had dated for a few months. When Sango came along in Ninth grade, she and Kagome had become best friends. It was through her that Sango and Miroku had met, and through her that they had gotten to know each other. Before long, they were dating, and had become very close.

The karaoke started at nine, so she worried that he would be late. It helped her forget her nervousness at singing in front of a hundred or more people.

Inu G'd

Inuyasha wiped the sweat from his face, leaving a long streak of grease across his forehead. Pumping gas was harder than it looked.
His co-worker, which he learned was Houjo, Kagome's asswipe boyfriend, had called in sick, so he was busier than a bee in a bottle trying to fill everyone's gas tanks and cleaning their windshields. Whenever Shippo had a spare moment or two he came out and helped; his job was Senior Mechanic in the Garage, where four cars were jacked up and three more awaited his attention. Two other guys were apprenticing under him, but he kept them almost busier than Inuyasha.

Mr. Chang, Shippo's father, ran the cash register and mini-mart, and the two other guys who worked there were operating the car wash around back.

Inuyasha glanced at the wall clock through the window, above Mr. Chang's head. It read quarter to nine.

Yes, he thought, wiping his greasy hands on the rag he kept in his pocket, almost quittin' time.

When nine finally came, Mr. Chang turned off the lights over the gas bar, and, locking the door to the store, called out, "Lock up boys, and let's go home."

Inuyasha grinned. He thought he'd done pretty good on his own tonight, especially since he'd only just stopped training. Making sure all the gas pumps were off, he put away all the squeegees in their wash boxes, locked them, then stripped off his cover-alls, revealing his geeky clothes underneath. Shippo walked past him, on the way to his house, which was next the Gas Station. "Going out tonight?"

Inuyasha nodded. "Yeah. I'm going to Higurashi's. I hear Friday's Karoake Night."

Shippo grinned. "Sounds like fun."

Inuyasha asked, "Wanna come along?"

Shippo shook his head. "I got a lot of Math homework to do. Thanks anyway."

Inuyasha waved to him as he drove away, Shippo watching as he pulled out the end of the drive way, braked, then, as he waited for traffic, tied his hair back into a ponytail, completing his geek ensemble. A moment later, he wiped off the grease stain. Shippo had wondered how long it would take him to notice it.

Inu G'd

Rin, having never seen the movie playing at the Duplex across the street when they arrived, begged Sesshoumaru to see it with her. It was called Jaws, and she had heard it was scary.

When they came out at quarter to nine, and walked across the street to his car, she was still shaken, while he was unruffled. He'd seen Jaws the first night it came out, and three more times since then.

As they climbed into his car, Kagome came by, having spotted Rin, and said, "You guys staying? It's almost time for Karaoke!"

Rin smiled. "You and Miroku going to do your Rollin' Stones routine?"

She nodded. "If he gets back here on time, that is. Sango is just so distracting, apparently."

Rin laughed. "What did she have tonight?"

"Hirakotsu. But that's over at eight."

Rin shook her head. "She'll be here." Looking over her shoulder, she smiled at Sesshoumaru and said, "Have you met Sesshoumaru, Kagome?"

Kagome leaned into the window and stuck out her hand. "Hi Sesshoumaru. I'm Kagome. You're cute!"

He was taken aback by her frank observation, and smiled in surprise. Rin grinned. "Isn't she great?"

Kagome smacked her playfully. "You don't have to answer that, Sesshoumaru. I tell every boy when I think he's cute. Helps me forget my own boyfriend! Anything you guys wanted to eat?"

Sesshoumaru looked at Rin, and she turned back to Kagome. "Two burgers, two drinks, and one huge fries!"

Kagome laughed, and replied, "Coming right up, your Highness!"

The two girls laughed and Kagome went to put in their order.

"She's... bubbly," he remarked, and Rin smiled. "She's one of my best friends. You'll never meet a nicer girl than her."

"I think I already have," he said huskily, and leaned over to kiss her throat. She grinned. "She was right, you really are cute!"

Suddenly he remembered himself. "I made something for you." Pulling out three sheets of folded paper from his back pocket, he handed them to her. She smiled, and opened them up. There were mathematical equations written all over them.

"It's a cheat sheet," he explained. "Every formula and how to use it is written on there. You won't have any more math problems, Rin, I promise."

"Oh, Sesshoumaru," she breathed, and kissed his lips. "This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, thank you!"

Inu G'd

Well, now that's done, my major pain is over. Stupid Insert button! I hate it! I hate it! And have no idea how to make it stop!!! Anyway, there you have it. Houjo's got something planned, I'll tell you guys that much. This damn bot better not delete my chapters, either. I'll be really mad if they do!!