Chapter 52: Entertaining Demon Children For Dummies

Recap:

Kagome: Yashie, you're so fucking stupid *drags Yashie out of the house, the door still open*

Miroku: What about Aiko and Shippo?

Kagome: Babysit them! *tosses Miroku twenty bucks and a KitKat*

Sango: *pokes head out of kitchen* did our friends just leave us with their children without asking?

Now:

Kirara: As long as they don't fuck here, I don't care

Sango: WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE

Aiko: *scratches Kirara*

Kirara: OUCH

Miroku: Yes, that's definitely Kagome's child

Miroku: *grabs a binkie from Aiko's baby bag and places it in her mouth*

Sango: Kirara get the fuuuck away from my husband

Miroku: *slowly slides away like a slug without actually moving, Aiko in his arms*

Shippo: *sighs and walks over to Sango*

Sango: at least SOMEBODY in this house is responsible

Miroku: The overlords have spoken

Shippo: The overlords say to do whatever it was before you showed up

Kirara: So go back to being a stripper

Shippo: What's a stripper?

Miroku: *grins, and leans down to whisper but is dragged back up my Sango and receives a reprimanding scratch from Aiko*

Sango: *covers Shippo's ears* KIRARA I CANNOT TRUST YOU AROUND SHIPPO AFTER WHAT HAPPENED NOW GO FIND SOME BOYS WHO AREN'T TOO YOUNG OR TOO OLD

Kirara: So the Goldilocks range

Sango: *still covering Shippo's innocent-ish ears* the what?

Kirara: The Goldilocks range. Not too much, not too little?

Miroku: What counts as too much and too little?

Kirara: Anal?

Miroku: *snorts*

Sango: just get out, go find some bimbo dudes to play with

Sango: and don't do anal, kids

Kirara: Done and done, lemme pull a condom out of my ass

Miroku: *chokes*

Sango: you're dangerously close to strike three

Miroku: *opens a bag of cooked popcorn*

Shippo: Mommy pulled that out of her shirt

Miroku: Women have lots of things in their shirts

Aiko: *scratches him*

Miroku: Ouchie. I suppose I deserved that one?

Sango: how is she sentient...

Miroku:...She is alive you know, and vaguely coherent.

Sango: but she was just born two days ago...

Miroku: Exactly

Shippo: Wasn't she the reason mommy kept plotting murder?

Miroku: I believe so, Shippo

Sango: Kagome plus pregnant woman equals...a nightmare

Miroku: You don't want to know what she did to the man who disrespected her at the Paris airport

Sango: we should really stay out of airports and airplanes from now on

Miroku: So do we travel by Rin's portals?

Sango: don't say her name! She might appear!

Sango: but mayhaps

Shippo: Her portals make me sick

Sango: they do?

Miroku: He means they give him motion sickness

Sango: but you don't even move

Miroku: It's the motion of passing through still time

Miroku: The act of portal travel, it's like time travel. Which makes him sick

Sango: that's an interesting concept...

Miroku: It makes sense though

Sango: why are you so educated on it?

Miroku: *pulls book out of nowhere*

Miroku: I began educating myself on the concept of space/time travel sometime when we discovered that she who shall not be named has the ability to do that

Sango: I had no idea

Miroku: Soooooooooo...do you think our dear friends are giving Aiko another sibling?

Aiko: *bites him*

Shippo: You had that coming

Sango: they better not be! I can't handle any more pregnant Kagome!

Kagome: *crawls in the window* Shut. Up. *crawls back out*

Miroku: Okay then

Sango: how...why...so many questions that I don't want answered

Miroku: I'd like to not think about it

Sango: so...how exactly do we entertain children?

Miroku: *takes out Ghostbustersand places My Little Pony in the DVD player*

Sango: why...why do we own that

Miroku: *looks away*

Sango: explain.

Miroku: *slides away*

Sango: MIROKU GET BACK HERE AND WATCH THIS STUPID GIRLY KIDS SHOW WITH OUR CHILDREN

Miroku: OUR CHILDREN? *hearts in eyes*

Sango: ...fuck

Sango: YEAH uh...wELL THEY'RE GONNA END UP BEING OUR CHILDREN WHEN KAGOME AND INUYASHA ARE LABELLED AS UNFIT PARENTS BY THE GOVERNMENT

Shippo: nice save aunt Sango

Miroku: Ouch

Kagome: *rolls in through the window with a bathrobe on* I AM NOT AN UNFIT PARENT YOU BOX OF TAINTED CUNT WATER

Miroku: I'm sorry, what is that?

Sango: don't get her fucking started...

Yashie: *walks out of Sango's bathroom* She called Sango period blood

Miroku: How disgusting

Sango: well at least since you've been spying on us you haven't had the opportunity to conceive another demon child

Kagome: Cunt waterrrrrr

Yashie: Babe, please. Sango practically murdered the Band of Seven, not that I mind. But I don't think angering her is a good idea.

Kagome: I don't care

Sango: shit, did I say demon child? I meant manifestation of the devil

Miroku: darling, please, no need to be so harsh

Kagome: *glares* Did I say cunt water? I meant tainted cunt water

Miroku: as much as I hate to say it...Kagome, you might want to take your children home

Kagome: *gently takes Aiko and her baby bag, kicking Miroku in the shin as she walks*

Miroku: Ouch

Kagome: Deal

Sango: you didn't have to do that, Miroku...I know you wanted to watch the kids

Miroku: Well I did but you and her were about to get into it, I could tell

Miroku: As much as I like a girl on girl chick fit, I'd rather not have you two at each other's throats

Miroku: Both for the sake of your permanent records and also your friendship

Sango: yeah...yeah, that's true...I didn't mean to be so mean though...

Miroku: What are we going to do about her though? *points at Kirara lounging on the couch with a bottle of wine*

Sango: WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL IN MY HOUSE?!

Kirara: *grins to herself* I was enjoying my personal show

Sango: GET THE FUCK OUT!

Sango: WE NO LONGER REQUIRE YOUR HOUSESITTING SERVICES

Kirara: Fiiiiiineee

Kirara: *throws her front door open and struts out but her skirt gets caught on the door handle and rips off*

Miroku: *walks toward the skirt*

Sango: don't you dare go near that thing it's CONTAMINATED

Miroku: *lights a match*

Sango: okay...just don't burn my house down because then we'll be forced to live at the playboy penthouse

Miroku: Oh i would never burn down your—our—lovely abode