Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this brief exchange... especially for the flustered one. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.


Favor

Sango caught Hiraikotsu's strap and brought the giant boomerang around in a smooth movement that had taken most of her sixteen years to achieve. Strength on strength, skill on skill—Uncle Hideki didn't advocate shortcuts when it came to training, especially with demon-forged weaponry.

'He is close,' whispered a voice she'd only been able to hear since midwinter.

"Who?"

'The one who stirs your heart.'

Miroku strolled onto the practice field, and she muttered, "You have a funny way of describing hate."

'And you have a funny way of showing favor.'

Rapping Hiraikotsu with her knuckles, she gruffly called, "What do you want?"

"A word!" Miroku cheerfully replied.

"No."

"Not the one I had in mind."

"It's the only one you'll hear from me!" Sango retorted.

"Ah. In that case, I've changed my mind."

Momentarily thrown off, she asked, "About what?"

"About what I want," he patiently supplied, gathering her free hand in both of his. "How about another kiss?"

"No!" Sango snapped, her cheeks flaming. "Never again!"

"I'll agree to your terms on one condition," he smiled, gently tracing the callouses on her palm. "I'll give you never… if you'll put it off until tomorrow."

Her eyes were briefly drawn to his lips, which quirked. Panicking, Sango brought the end of Hiraikotsu down on his head, and the monk dropped like a stone. "Oh, crap!" she muttered. "Did I kill the idiot?"

'He has a hard head,' the weapon noted. With a teasing lilt, it added, 'And you held back.'


End Note: This drabble was written for the Live Journal community iyfic contest and their prompt for Week 254—Never Again. Originally posted on July 5, 2011. 250 words.