Obsession

It was an obsession. It had no place in his mind, there was no logical explanation for it—not that he cared much for logic; he much preferred action over thought. But, still! The thing that plagued him so was just…wrong! There were no other words for it!

Yet still, the object of his obsession was there before him. It was so tantalizing, so tempting. It beckoned to him, telling, begging him to just march up and find the answer to the question that had been torturing him. It wouldn’t take much effort; just a few quick steps and then he’d be able to resolve the entire issue!

But he couldn’t help but imagine that tactic would end up being rather…suicidal.

Yet, he couldn’t keep thinking like this!

So, finally deciding that this had gone on far too long, he turned to the man walking next to him. “Oi, Miroku. I have a question for you.”

“What’s that, Inuyasha?” the monk asked, his eyes not even flickering away from the two girls walking ahead of them. Inuyasha scowled when he realized Miroku was probably taking a look at Kagome too, but he’d take care of that later. This was much more important, and the idiot was probably spending more time looking at Sango anyway. Speaking of which…

“Tell what’s so great about Sango’s butt.”

Miroku froze mid-step, balancing haphazardly on one foot. His eyes widened until they were as big as teacups, his jaw hanging open. “What!” he managed to choke out, as though he could hardly believe what had just been asked him.

Inuyasha snorted, quite exasperated. Idiot monk; he obviously wasn’t going to be of much help. So, shaking his head, he finally just went with his original plan. Inuyasha marched forward, catching up with the girls and Shippou with little effort. And then… He did it. He reached forward and groped Sango.

It was easily one of the most stupid things he could have ever done.

There was a shriek, and Hiraikotsu connected with his forehead half a second later. That was followed by Sango shouting his name incredulously when she realized it hadn’t been the usual culprit (Miroku), before hitting him again, causing his knees to buckle. Kagome, quickly recovering from her own surprise, flushed with anger and yelled that word that he hated.

“Osuwari!”

And then she said it about six more times before grabbing Sango and marching off.

A few agonizing seconds later, the chime of metal rings hitting each other announced that Miroku had approached him. But that couldn’t be called a good thing, because Inuyasha suddenly found his face being pressed farther, if that was even possible, into the dirt he was lying in by what felt suspiciously like a foot.

Miroku’s voice interrupted his grumbling, a low sort of growl he hadn’t heard from the monk before. “Inuyasha. If you ever touch Sango like that again, I will personally castrate you.” He ground his foot pointedly into Inuyasha’s head before hurrying to go catch up with Sango and offer his most profound condolences to her.

Yep. That had definitely qualified as ‘suicidal’.

And the part that Inuyasha found most depressing about the entire ordeal?

He still didn't understand what was so great about Sango’s butt…

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Aamalie: Totally inspired by a oneshot doujinshii by my friend, Moni. I couldn’t help but want to make a little oneshot drabble out of it, with her permission, of course. :) Tell me whatcha thought!