Inuyasha, "At the End of a Bad Day" Miroku/Sango
Fandom: Inuyasha
Title: At the End of a Bad Day
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Genre: General/Humor
Universe: Canon, post-Manga
Notes: Written for the "Luck" prompt at mirsan_fics
Summary: Miroku has a bad day, but he knows how lucky he really is when he comes home.
Miroku’s day did not start out well.
All day misfortune stalked him around like prey, and he felt a continuous shiver down the back of his neck and wondered if supernatural forces were conspiring against him.
It was bad luck that he had underestimated the youkai possessing the village lord’s daughter, and much to Inuyasha’s amusement, he got sprayed with a nasty defense smell by a skunk youkai. He was lucky, he guessed, to be able to use one of Sango’s slayer pellets to counteract the smell. (That is if you liked smelling like onions all day long.)
It was bad luck that one of the village girls remembered his past proposal and wished to keep the bargain, and though he racked his brain trying to place her from his past, it did not matter when he saw the disapproving look on Inuyasha’s face. Only a bribe for food and help with chores had prevented the hanyou from storming back and telling his wife.
In all his bad luck, Miroku admitted to a constant consolation. The sun set and he came home to his wife, and as his children settled around him like warm pillows, he hugged her, just a little tighter and kissed her deeply - inwardly praising his good fortune.
Her touch had driven away all of his demons, no matter how current or how far in his past. He was lucky to have her every day; he knew this, but he was especially thankful on days like today.
Title: At the End of a Bad Day
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Genre: General/Humor
Universe: Canon, post-Manga
Notes: Written for the "Luck" prompt at mirsan_fics
Summary: Miroku has a bad day, but he knows how lucky he really is when he comes home.
Miroku’s day did not start out well.
All day misfortune stalked him around like prey, and he felt a continuous shiver down the back of his neck and wondered if supernatural forces were conspiring against him.
It was bad luck that he had underestimated the youkai possessing the village lord’s daughter, and much to Inuyasha’s amusement, he got sprayed with a nasty defense smell by a skunk youkai. He was lucky, he guessed, to be able to use one of Sango’s slayer pellets to counteract the smell. (That is if you liked smelling like onions all day long.)
It was bad luck that one of the village girls remembered his past proposal and wished to keep the bargain, and though he racked his brain trying to place her from his past, it did not matter when he saw the disapproving look on Inuyasha’s face. Only a bribe for food and help with chores had prevented the hanyou from storming back and telling his wife.
In all his bad luck, Miroku admitted to a constant consolation. The sun set and he came home to his wife, and as his children settled around him like warm pillows, he hugged her, just a little tighter and kissed her deeply - inwardly praising his good fortune.
Her touch had driven away all of his demons, no matter how current or how far in his past. He was lucky to have her every day; he knew this, but he was especially thankful on days like today.