InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Twelve Days: A Christmas Story ❯ On the Ninth Day of Christmas ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim any rights or responsibilities for the characters in this string of drabbles… especially for the one who makes mere paper into a dangerous weapon.

 

Author's Note: You know, it's not every girl who gets flowers from her favorite youkai! Thank you, Fenik darling! http (colon) //www.deviantart (dot) com/deviation/44394234/

 

 

Twelve Days: A Christmas Story

 

 

On the Ninth Day of Christmas…

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Miroku was certain the gift-giver would reveal some clue to their identity eventually. If I just keep my eyes open... Hmm. Perhaps I can stay alert tonight and catch them in the act? When the time came for goodnights, Miroku was surprised when Kirara wove her way around his ankles, mewing loudly. She preceded him along the hall and sat before his door. “After you,” Miroku invited as he slid it aside. Settling onto the futon, Miroku's feline companion hopped lightly onto his chest and curled up. The monk found her loud purr soothing, and soon drifted into a deep sleep.

 

Muzzily, Miroku stirred. I can't remember the last time I slept so soundly. There was a warm weight on his chest, and he opened one eye to meet the saucy stare of a nekoyoukai. “Mornin,” he mumbled and closed his eye again. A soft paw batted his nose until he opened both eyes. Satisfied by his attentive gaze, Kirara looked pointedly to his right. Miroku turned his head and groaned. It's a conspiracy! There lay a necklace—a simple circlet of stone with a leather thong threaded through it. He'd missed his chance to catch the gift-giver because Kirara's rumble had covered up any sounds they might have made. “You little sneak,” he said warmly to the cat, scratching her under her chin. “I'll figure it out, you know,” he assured her. Kirara just tipped her head with a knowing look and resumed her contented purring.

 

 

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