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.


On the Seventh Day of Christmas...

The grass and nuts maybe, but could Shippo have afforded that carving? Wait, does he carve? Miroku's thoughts spun through the possibilities as he made his way towards the river to freshen up. The girls had gone together earlier with the kitsune in tow, so while Inuyasha did some hunting, the monk had foregone a perfect peeping opportunity to lay out the six gifts on his blanket for consideration. His suspicions kept shifting based on opportunity and motivation. I really can't see Inuyasha leaving me presents.

Before long, the path soon opened out onto a wide, slow-moving river. The shallows were dotted with large, smooth rocks, evenly placed like stepping stones. If I was careful, I could cross the expanse without once getting my 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 rested an elegant set of chopsticks.

oOo

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


End Note: 243 words.