A/N: Sorry, school is taking up all my time. For this story, I knew how I was going to end it; however I did not know how to get there. That plot problem has been solved and the story can go on! I really hope this is at least an okay chapter. If I find any errors, I will fix them upon seeing them, but I will post this anyways.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

The Deal

"Rush hour traffic is a bitch." He grumbled sourly. Miroku looked to his friend, violet eyes shining with amusement; the black haired man beside him did not notice as he glared at the traffic light. Miroku agreed with his friend, he wanted to get home just as much as the mouthy man did.

"Damn, Kikyo is going to kill me." He groaned and kicked at an invisible rock. The writer placed a hand on others shoulder in a calming gesture.

"I believe you are over reacting, my friend. Lady Kikyo does not have the heart to kill a fly." He reassured. That does not mean she is against hiring a hit man. Gray eyes turned to glare at him.

"Asshole." Inuyasha hissed. He shook off the hand that rested on his shoulder. He never was one to like physical contact. Miroku raised his hands in a declaration of peace, a small, knowing smile on his lips; the other male just grumbled obscenities under his breath. He wondered once again how Kikyo managed to put up with her husband's sailor mouth.

"Hatoru's birthday is coming up and we are still planning her party." He sighed, cheering when the crosswalk sign went green. They both moved to walk across the street, a crowed followed behind them.

"Ah, that's right! Your youngest is celebrating her first birthday." Miroku mused. "Am I invited to such a wondrous event?" Inuyasha scoffed and rolled his eyes at the man's enthusiasm.

"Keh, it's not an option. Kikyo's sister will be there and I need you to keep her busy." He reported in a whisper, shoving his hands into his pants pocket; a nervous habit he had picked up over the years. Miroku raised an eyebrow in question. So that is what all of this is about. The writer had not known Inuyasha for long; they had only met in their last years of college. Both of them taking journalism classes and while Miroku turned into a published novelist, Inuyasha became a successful column writer. He only owned second hand information about the dramatic love story between Inuyasha and the Higurashi sisters. From what he heard, things did not end well for the other Higurashi sister.

"Inuyasha, you are married. Your feelings for her should be nonexistent. You don't even remember her name." He scolded. He really did feel for his friend, however sometimes he felt as if he was speaking to a child. Inuyasha sighed, trying to shove his hands further into his pockets. The writer wondered how his pants were still around his waist.

"I love her like the sister-in-law that she is, but still. . ." He worried his bottom lip. Sensing the other man's distress, Miroku bowed his head and turned his gaze to the group of people walking in front of them.

"For you I shall keep the lady occupied." He agreed. Inuyasha gave a sharp 'Keh'.

"Keep your hands to yourself, hentai." Gray eyes glared at his profile. With a raise of his hands, Miroku sent the other an innocent look.

"You misunderstand me, my friend. I already have a woman and I am a man who stays faithful to his woman." The writer preached; a hand over his heart made him look sincere. Despite the fake innocent expression on his face, he meant what he said. He promised to stay faithful to Kagome, even if he did not see her outside of the bedroom; neither less the fact that he had never seen her face in light. He held strong feelings for the woman and was determined to rid her of her insecurities.

"I don't even want to know." Inuyasha scuffed, waving his friend off. He never really cared about his friend's personal relationships. The writer could be with whoever the hell he wanted to be with. He was not going to babysit him. Miroku sighed and shook his head once more.

"Fine, I shall attend this party. But I insist you speak to this girl and settle your –"

"Thanks, Miroku! I own you one!" With that, the troubled husband left Miroku standing alone on the sidewalk.