A Lech-end in His Own Mind
Disclaimer: I own Inuyasha!!! Buy my overpriced Inuyasha related merchandise so you're broke and I'm not! Mwahahaha!
*several pens whiz out of nowhere and pin Rainwood to a conveniently placed wall*
I lied. I don't own Inuyasha, or any of the related merchandise, since I'm broke!!! I guess it kind of happens when you don't have much money to begin with but you go visit Europe anyway...*sweatdrop*
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. . . Plunging through the hot, humid jungle. . . sweat running in stinging rivulets that accentuate the chiseled features of his handsome visage. . . the marauding monk stalks his unsuspecting prey. . .
Miroku peeked around the doorway to the library. He wiped his forehead, wishing desperately for air conditioning. How long has the library been there anyway? Since the Japanese Feudal Era or something?!! He was watching Sango, his said prey. Miroku checked his breath, sniffed his armpits, hesitated, and inhaled deeply, going in for the kill.
He stealthily slips in the room and leans against the shelf next to the table where the ever-serene, ever-studious, ever-sexy Sango was seated. . . His suave smile and smooth talk are sure to win her affections this time. . .
Miroku watched Sango's jaw move as she nibbled the tip of her pen. She still hadn't noticed he was there yet.
The gorgeous specimen remains oblivious to her fixated follower. The hunter raises his weapon, ready to strike!
Why, hello there, lov-ACK! Miroku eyed the cheap Bic Pen that had flown from Sango's hand and imbedded itself in the shelf, inches from his face.
It was still quivering for several minutes afterwards.
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Sango brushed her hands off, nodding in approval of her own handiwork. She shook her head when she saw Miroku's antics. He was trying to pull the pen out of the shelf, probably so he could place it somewhere for future
So how often does the hunter...er...hentai actually become the hunted?
Author's Note: Short and sweet. . . I mean. . . full of stupid puns, I know... but I liked it! You can either laugh, or groan--your choice ^_^
Don't you wish you could throw pens like our dear Sango? I do, and I especially did in the particularly boring Theology class that somehow caused the spawning of this *ahem* story. . .
To anyone who reads Airline Escapades, the story I'm co-writing with Reynamangga, I'm sorry to announce that there won't be any updates for a couple of weeks. About a month actually. . . oodles of fun-fun vacations, I guess. . .Very sorries, folks!
Just think, though, we'll be on airplanes a couple of times during that time. . . Maybe we'll think of more crazy antics for our favorite Inuyasha group!
Until then, ciao (read: chow...not see-ow) ^_^