InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Twelve Days: A Christmas Story ❯ On the Fifth Day of Christmas ( Chapter 5 )

 

Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim any rights or responsibilities for the characters in this string of drabbles…especially for the endearingly amorous monk, Miroku.

 

Author's Note: Whenever I hear the sea moan, it makes me smile.

 

 

Twelve Days: A Christmas Story

 

 

On the Fifth Day of Christmas

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It was midmorning before Miroku noticed that something had been tied with thread to the finial of his shakujou. Perhaps it was because of the metallic sheen to the wrapping—it blended in rather well. The one who'd secured it in place must be just as light on their feet as they were with their fingers. One false move would have raised a jingling alarm from the musical rings. In Miroku's opinion, this present was a truly fine one, but then he had always had a weakness for expensive inks. The foil-encased ink stick he'd discovered was of the highest quality. He'd removed himself to a solitary spot in order to peruse his latest present without interruption. Slipping back its covering, Miroku delicately run one finger across the dark block and scrutinized the shade. If he wasn't mistaken, this stick would yield an ink with a bluish cast to it. He could hardly wait to put it to use. Perhaps he should spend his afternoon adding to his stock of sutras. After all, Inuyasha had announced that they would be on the move again tomorrow. If his gift-giver really was one of the village girls, then the presents would surely stop as soon as their little travel party resumed their journeying.

 

 

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