InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bits From The Big Yellow Bag ❯ That Time Again ( Chapter 11 )

That Time Again

 

It was her bleeding time… hers and Sango's…

 

And the monk didn't seem to get it.

 

Miroku had been true to his reputation all day; he had several new bruises to show for it and wasn't slowing down. It was like he'd made it his mission to get the girls to smile.

 

`Ain't happenin'.' InuYasha wondered, briefly, if not informing Miroku of his companions'… condition… was breaking some sort of “guy rule.”

 

Then again, Kagome would break his back if she knew he knew. Sango would probably try to kill him, too.

 

Not that he could be taken by a human, of course; he just didn't want to test the new, inventive ways the slayer was coming up with under her breath to remove parts of Miroku's body. Shippou had come to sit on the hanyou's shoulder, a little green at the vivid imagery.

 

InuYasha had decided it was better not to draw attention to himself. He stayed at the back of the pack, silent.

 

Miroku opened his mouth to make yet another stupid joke when InuYasha called a halt (both to the trek and to the inevitable beating about to ensue). After a few tentative sniffs, he nodded. “Hot spring, that way,” he pointed. “We'll make camp near there.”

 

The humans stared at him in varying degrees of shock. It was early evening. They could keep walking.

 

He put his foot down. The girls lavished their thanks on him.

 

Hours later, Sango and Kagome headed for the spring. They'd been gone for half an hour when Miroku turned to InuYasha.

 

“I keep my mouth shut so she don't stick dirt there, bouzu,” InuYasha explained. “I suggest you do the same for a few days.”

 

The two shared a look before understanding graced Miroku's face. “Ah.”

 

The camp was quiet.

 

A/N:

Originally posted to LiveJournal on July 13, 2009

Word Count: 300

Prompt: “Close”