The two men sat, under a spreading tree on the edge of the marketplace, watching people pass through with their merchandise and purchases. It had a particularly good view of the cloth vendor’s stall. InuYasha’s fingers drummed on his thigh, restlessly as he watched the banners in front of the shop flutter in the wind.
“Relax, InuYasha,” Miroku said. “You know that our ladies take their time about these things.”
“Keh,” the hanyou replied, but that didn’t stop his right ear from twitching. “What is taking them so long?”
Miroku leaned back against the tree trunk. “Tell me, friend. Do you like how Kagome-sama takes care of you?”
“What type of question is that?” InuYasha asked. He picked up a stick off the ground and snapped it into pieces.
“I mean, the way she runs your house and keeps you fed and all those little things about life that make you want to come home?” Miroku said, eyeing his friend.
“Course I do. Except, maybe when it’s time to make miso.”
Miroku snorted, thinking about the previous year, when InuYasha had slipped in the tub of boiled soybeans he was mashing with his feet and gotten them all over him. He had grumbled for weeks about the smell of the beans in his hair.
“Do you like to keep her happy?” the monk asked.
“Do you like it when Sango is unhappy?” InuYasha retorted.
Miroku rubbed the top of his head, remembering why they kept Hiraikotsu locked up. He continued. “So this is why we do these things – because they are good to us, and it makes us happy. And I didn’t lose a bet, promising to take my wife to the cloth merchant’s stall the next time we went to the market.” He opened his water container and took a long drink. “How did you lose that bet, anyway?”
“None of your business, Bouzu,” the hanyou said, throwing the sticks to the ground. “Looks like the women are done. Wonder if I have any money left?”
The two women, surrounded by their children and both carrying bundles moved quickly to join the men. Miroku snorted.
“Looks like Sango has the bigger bundle,” InuYasha said, standing up and brushing the grass off his pants. “A lot bigger, in fact.”
The monk swallowed another drink of water. “I do have a larger family.” He stopped his bottle and got up.
“True. And a wife who needs to be kept happy, right?” InuYasha smirked at his friend.
Miroku looked at the bundle Sango was carrying, and his eyebrows went up. “Married life has its rewards,” he noted. “But it also has its expenses.”