InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Twelve Days: A Christmas Story ❯ On the Seventh Day of Christmas ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim any rights or responsibilities for the characters in this string of drabbles…especially for the one with little gold hoops in his ears.

 

Author's Note: This forthright is grateful to the beta who reigns as alpha in her personal pantheon.

 

 

Twelve Days: A Christmas Story

 

 

On the Seventh Day of Christmas

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The grass and nuts maybe, but could Shippo have afforded that netsuke carving? Wait, does he carve? Miroku thoughts spun through the possibilities as he made his way towards the river to freshen up. It was his turn. The girls had gone together earlier with the kitsune in tow, while Inuyasha had disappeared to do some hunting. Miroku had forgone a perfect peeping opportunity to lay the six gifts out on his blanket for consideration. I really can't see Inuyasha leaving me presents. The path soon opened out onto a wide, slow-moving river. The shallows were dotted with large, smooth rocks, evenly placed like stepping stones. Miroku speculated he could cross the chilly expanse without once getting his feet wet. As he calculated the best route, his eyes caught a splash of color on a stone midway. Curious, he leapt lightly from rock to rock until he reached his latest gift. On a neat square of cerulean cloth was laid an elegant set of chopsticks.

 

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Inuyasha paused on his way back to the others, a pair of skinned rabbits over one shoulder. From his treetop vantage point, a movement had caught his attention—Miroku, smiling broadly, was skipping across stones toward the riverbank. Golden eyes lit in amusement as Miroku nearly lost his footing, arms windmilling broadly. Good to see the monk's cheered up a bit. With a smirk, the hanyou turned towards camp.

 

 

 

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