No time for talkie!!! I gotta make this chapter short because school is in like, 4 hours!!!! Gah!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but I do own the story line. Don't jack it. You know better.

"Do it. Don't do it. DO IT!" Yasha screamed in my ear. "NO! You do it! I did it last time!" Every Wednesday...

"Take out the freakin' trash, Kag. I'm not going near it. The thing has limbs and a brain." He exclaimed, his eyes getting wide and nostrils flaring.

"You big baby. How about I get the kitchen trash can, and you get the bathroom?" He stared at me like I was crazy. "Heck no I will not! You have your little.... "Missiles" in that trash. I'm better off sticking my hand in the garbage disposable while it's on!"

I sighed, "I give in. I'll take out the trash. On one condition...you clean the room."

"Your talking crazy, woman! That room is a battle field!!!" I laughed and slammed the front door and continued my way to the dumpster, listening to Yash complain about his "national battlefield".

"What the.... ALMIGHTY GOD!!! What is this? What is this!?" He shoved moldy boxers in my face, trying to get me to smell them. "That's gross, get the hell away from me you mongrel!!"

"You smell that? That's my sweaty ass. My sexy, sweaty ass!" I laughed and shoved them into a garbage bag. "I don't need those infectious boxers to be shoved into my face to be able to smell your sweaty ass." He glared at me and threw an empty soda can at me. "Eat me, wench. You smell worse then a fuckin' camel."

"A camel?" he nodded, "A camel?" he nodded again and smiled. "Your poking fun at my heritage, stop. That's cruel." He smiled and continued shoving random, moldy, and sticky items, even dishes into the bag. "We don't want the dishes, they might not clean well enough and we can get something like a serious cold from it."

I laughed and smacked him with a pillow, "Moron. What would you do without me?" He grinned and lifted his fingers, "Well, I would be a VIP guest at the Playboy mansion, invent my own flavor of Tootsie Rolls, and shop at Wal-Mart. Good enough for you?" I nodded, "Ya, as long as you don't mind me marrying a trucker and having 10 kids, naming them all Timmy."

"I wouldn't mind if I was the trucker, and Daddy of at least half the Timmy's."

"Agreed." We shook hands and continued cleaning the National Battlefield.

Inu's POV

Around 7:30 p.m. we got a call from Kag's mommy. From the look on Kag's face, we're going to have to buy cheese and crackers for our guests. Which, is never good....the only place around here you can get good cheese and crackers on sale is Wal-Mart.

"Ok, Ma. Ya, I know. No, I'm not pregnant. Ya, ok. Goodbye, I love you too."

"Well?" I asked

"According to mom, I better get pregnant quick or she's stepping in..." She paused and frowned.

"And?"

"We need cheese and crackers. We have guests coming next week."

God. Damn.

Review guys!! Sorry it was so short, but I need to get back to sleep so I can get to school on time!! LOVE YOU ALL!! BYE!