Mother, May I?
A series of drabbles that narrates the romantic journey of two people
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to have been the great mind behind InuYasha, I'm not. All props go to Rumiko Takahashi. This story, though, is one purely from my mind. Enjoy.
Chapter 25: Resemblance
'Laughing at me with that placid face! You're so like someone I know!' Kagome huffed, folding her arms and lifting her nose.
"Upset with me, miko?"
"Nope…though I question your talent at listening."
"You wound me."
'Now you sound like Miroku…' Her face softened then, and her chin lowered. A part of her ached for the feel of his warm hand against her bottom and the sound of the smack that would surely follow.
Eyes raised to the sky. 'Midnight.' Miroku had taught her to relate the time on her watch to the moon's position. '…I really miss you all.'
Prompt- Midnight
Word Count: 100
