Title: Pussycat, pussycat…
Author: kira
Words: 300
Rating: older teen
Characters: Miroku, Sango, Kirara, Inuyasha
Genre: humor
Summary: Miroku's dream came true… or did it?
Warnings: none
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Miroku sat and leaned back against the side of the building, a thin trickle of blood coming out of his right nostril. He couldn't believe his luck. What Shippou told him was true; Sango was playing with her pussy. All sorts of perverted images danced in his head.
"Oooh… who's got a cute little pussy?" Sango's dulcet tones carried on the breeze.
Miroku's cursed hand twitched in his lap along with another part of his anatomy.
"Puss, puss, pussy!"
The wayward monk closed his eyes and groaned as the capillaries in his left nostril burst, sending a river of blood coursing down over his upper lip. He would have given anything to be able to watch as he knew the slayer would kill him if he looked like he wanted to touch. Contenting himself with his vivid imagination, he sighed in frustration. He hated being so close and yet so far…
"Hey, Bouzu! What the hell's the matter with you?"
Miroku looked up, a dopey expression on his face. It was several minutes before he realized Inuyasha was really there, glaring at him. "Sssh… my dear Sango is playing with her pussy…"
"Yeah? So what? She's a lot of fun to play with. So is Kagome's."
"Yeah?" Miroku blinked, his lust dazed expression changing instantly to one of hero worship, despite his anger at his best friend for messing with his girl. "You've played with Kagome-sama's too?" he squeaked out instead.
"Yeah. Her mother thinks it's cute."
Miroku felt as though his head was going to explode when it actually did.
"Pervert!" Sango glared at him. Even Kirara, who perched neatly on her shoulder, gave him a dirty look. "And you!" the slayer shook her fist at the hanyou. "Stop encouraging him!" she huffed. Pushing past them, she stomped off…