“Get
back here, you filthy scumbag!”
A young man dressed in the
garb of a low-ranked monk ran hurriedly through the streets, a rather nervous
look on his handsome face. He cast a glance over his shoulder as he ducked
between two huts, almost running into a mother and her young child as he did
so. He muttered an apology as he sprinted onward, away from his pursuer.
Why was he being chased?
It was simple. You see, Miroku was a houshi with a certain liking for pretty girls and a
tendency for flirting, both of which he blamed on his doubly cursed hand. And
flirting had been exactly what he’d been doing. What Miroku
hadn’t expected, however, was that the father of the girl he’d been giving his
attentions to had been watching all along.
My, that old man had quite
a temper.
‘Damn, damn, damn, damn,
damn!’ Miroku thought as he finally broke into the
market street of the town. He began to thank his lucky stars for the crowded
street—it’d be relatively easy to disappear into. At least, that’s what he
thought, until...
“Stop!”
He began to run again, but
his progress was rather hindered by the sheer number of people in his way. At
this rate, the event of being caught was looking very likely, which wasn’t a
very good thing at all. What Miroku absolutely needed
was for an escape route to magically appear.
“Houshi-sama,
what’re you up to?”
Miroku was not one to pass up an
opportunity. So, when he turned his head to see Sango
with her hands on her hips and a suspicious frown on her face, he recognized
the taijiya (who also happened to be his fiancée) for
what she had become at that moment. His escape route.
He didn’t even consider
the consequences of his actions when he caught Sango
by the arm and spun her around so that her back was to the hub of the street.
Gathering her close, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
The effect was something
like fireworks going off behind his eyelids and a rush of something similar to
adrenaline coursing through his veins. Whatever had been on his mind before
that moment was immediately lost, and there was no way he’d regain it after this.
When Miroku pulled away at last, somehow finding his
arms around Sango and his breath surprisingly short
for such a chaste kiss, his sensibility finally caught up with him.
He had just kissed Sango.
The taijiya
looked rather speechless, with wide eyes and cheeks that were dark with her
embarrassment. Her confusion was evident, and Miroku
couldn’t help but notice—not for the first time or the last time— how pretty
she looked when she was caught off guard.
“I...” she finally managed
to stutter out, before she changed her choice of words. “What was that?” Her
forehead furrowed as she struggled to keep from looking away from the houshi, as she was prone to do when he unsettled her.
Miroku suddenly felt very nervous.
“Well, you see...”
“Damn it! Where did that
corrupted excuse for a monk get to!”
At the sound of the
angered father’s voice, Miroku flinched, ducking down
as though he intended to hide behind the shorter and slimmer Sango. That action in itself was enough of an answer for
the exterminator. She sighed, eyeing him dryly.
“You were flirting around
again, weren’t you?” she accused.
“Sango,
I can explain!”
He didn’t get a chance to,
as Sango wasted no time in placing a well-earned slap
across Miroku’s cheek.
“Go find someone else to
use your diversionary tactics on,” she ordered as she marched away.
“Ah! Sango,
wait up!”
“There you are, monk!”
“Ack!”
Glancing back, Sango couldn’t help but smile. He was such a... Oh, there
were no words. He was merely Miroku, and it was
probably her job to rescue him from whatever mess he had landed himself in now.
‘Eh... maybe later.’
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Aamalie: Eh,
just a short fic I came up with the other night. Simply an amusing idea that'll never become a full-fledged story.
So, I used it here. Also, due to the fact that I couldn't decide whether I
should make it an AU fic or a canon fic, I'll be posting the other (longer) version in a few
days, so look forward to that!
Leave a review! Ja ne.