InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Twelve Days: A Christmas Story ❯ On the Sixth Day of Christmas ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim any rights or responsibilities for the characters in this string of drabbles… especially for the houshi who's very politeness makes him a suspicious character.

 

Author's Note: Marty wants Nico to know that the picture for his passport came out beautifully. Got your bags packed?

 

 

Twelve Days: A Christmas Story

 

 

 

On the Sixth Day of Christmas

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Morning broke into mayhem. Miroku groaned as Inuyasha barked orders, trying to hustle everyone out the door. The Inutachi were chasing down the rumor of a shard despite the cold weather and threat of snow. The sun had barely passed the horizon and the group was already well underway. They'd just settled into a comfortable pace when it occurred to Miroku that there'd been no gift to greet the day. That's that then.

 

Winter days being short, they stopped by midafternoon to prepare a camp. Inuyasha darted off for a quick patrol and to gather firewood. Miroku stayed with the girls, helping to dig a fire pit and spreading Kagome's waterproof tarps. When the hanyou returned with dry kindling, Miroku offered to fetch the water. He returned to a familiar scene. Inuyasha lounged on an overhead tree branch. Kagome and Shippo shared one blanket. Kirara was curled against Sango on another. And on his blanket… Hmm. Miroku quietly palmed the small bundle that rested on his bedding as he took his accustomed seat. Curiously, he fingered the little leather pouch. It was supple, with fine stitching—good workmanship. It occurred to Miroku that he could use the netsuke stag to fasten this pouch inside his robes and that it would be the perfect place to keep his new ink stick. Then, his ability to reason asserted itself and the rambling thoughts came to a standstill. So it is one of them?! Miroku eyed each of his companions. But which one?

 

 

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