InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Twelve Days: A Christmas Story ❯ On the Fourth Day of Christmas ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim any rights or responsibilities for the characters in this string of drabbles…especially the one with laughing violet eyes.

 

Author's Note: Merry Christmas to Kuku from the baka-saru.

 

 

 

Twelve Days: A Christmas Story

 

 

On the Fourth Day of Christmas…

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Miroku sprawled on his stomach in the predawn quiet, too restless to sleep any longer. Eyes closed, he let his thumb glide over the ridged edge of the shell he'd received last night and pondered the gifts he'd been finding. Was someone sending him a message? If so, what was it? An admirer among the village girls? He hadn't noticed any of them mooning after him lately. Most people knew that he and Sango had an understanding. In fact, he'd halfway suspected Sango of leaving the presents as tokens of affection. But yesterday's gift puzzled him. He sincerely doubted his Sango would show up at the hot springs while he was bathing. It wasn't in keeping with her shy reserve. So…if not Sango, then who?

 

Miroku opened his eyes and propped his chin on folded hands, then smiled in delight. A quick look showed the hut's other occupants were still asleep. Turning his gaze back to the latest present, he studied it closely. A tiny wooden figure sat right in front of his nose. The carving was delicate—graceful lines, finely reticulated detailing, and beautiful proportions. The netsuke carving, which could be used to fasten a pouch to one's belt, was in the form of a stag. Its tapered face had a proud tilt, and its horns curved backwards across its shoulders. A stag traditionally symbolized longevity. An interesting choice for a man of my circumstances. He hoped the giver wasn't being overly optimistic.

 

 

 

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