Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim any rights or responsibilities for the characters in this string of drabbles… especially for the one with that that adorable little ponytail.
On the Tenth Day of Christmas…
The hanyou sneezed... for the third time. Kagome looked at him, concerned. "Are you coming down with something, Inuyasha?"
Miroku watched in amusement as he grumbled out a "Keh," then muttered something about scouting ahead.
To the monk's surprise, Inuyasha flung a reproachful glance his way before launching into the trees. What did I do to earn that look? It was almost as if the hanyou was trying to put some distance between them.
Shippo, who was riding on Miroku's shoulder, patted the monk's cheek. "Well, you do smell funny today," he consoled.
I do? When they stopped to set camp, Shippo stayed close by Miroku, obviously waiting for something. "What is it you want, Shippo-kun?"
The kitsune confidently pointed to Miroku's blanket. "I wanna see what's in there."
Intrigued by the kit's curiosity, he unrolled his bedding. There, tucked into the folds, was a silken pouch. Sitting with Shippo, the monk loosened the ties. When he upended the bag, three red-gold lumps tumbled onto his palm.
"What are they?" Shippo asked, his nose twitching wildly.
Miroku was a man of the world, acquainted with the finer things in life. As the waxy substance warmed with his touch, its heady fragrance intensified, and he answered, "This is myrrh, Shippo-kun. It is a kind of incense." Scraping some shavings loose with his thumbnail, the monk sprinkled them into the campfire. Everyone turned to stare as a sweet, dark scent surrounded them. Such luxury in these humble surroundings. It was absolutely beautiful.
End Note: 250 words.