Title: The Fight in the Dog
Author: landofthekwt
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Fight (Miroku/Sango #38)
Word Count: 738
Genre: Nancy Boys
Warning: None
Summary: Sango learns first hand about Miroku's fighting skills
She watched him meditate. Hardly a worthy opponent. She knew the type. All love and peace. Chanting their mantras Invoking the Buddha at every turn. Great for show, but never there when something needed killing.
"Houshi-sama"
No response.
"Houshi-sama"
Still, no response.
She tried a tap on the shoulder. Screaming in his ear. Just when she thought that he needed to feel the wrath of Hiraikotsu he looked up at her quizzically with that charming pretty-boy smile of his that always made her so angry. She would have been more impressed if he didn't give the same smile to every girl they met.
"Did you want something, Sango?" he asked cheerily
She gathered herself Holding back her anger. Kagome had told her that counting to ten helped, but she never made it past three. She bit her lip. The pain helped her to regain control.
" Inuyasha seems to think that we should spar to prepare ourselves for Naraku. I told him that it was waste of time since you were still healing from the cut to your wind tunnel, but you know how he is."
The monk assessed her for a moment. " I would love to oblige you, my dear Sango. It is time you saw the warrior monk in action."
Sango laughed. " You don't look like an Ikko Ikki to me. Your hands indicate that you have not done a day of work in your life. Typical monk. Living off the labor of others."
Miroku smiled at her. " Why Sango you wound me. I think that you will see that there more to me than meets the eye."
What sounded like a pickup line to her only angered her. " Enough talk. I will fight with my sword. I promise not to kill you or wound you in any vital areas"
"There are only three areas of my body which are vital to me. I make my living with my face. My groin is vital to my future children. My heart of course belongs to you."
Sango threw the staff to the monk. "Enough talk. Let's see if you can fight, warrior-monk."
Miroku. caught the staff and casually examined it. Sango drew her sword and waited. When the monk did not attack, she screamed " Don't just stand there. Attack. "
" Why Sango, I never hit women. Attack at your leisure."
Sango rushed forward. The monk sidestepped. She stabbed. He eluded. After several minutes of this ,Sango waved her fist in anger " Can't you do anything, but dodge? Fight me."
Miroku raised his staff and with a smile motioned for her to attack. Again she rushed at him with abandon only to be blocked by the staff. After several minutes of attacking the monk to no effect she lowered her blade.
"What do you call what you are doing? You are supposed to fighting me not merely parrying my blows. What you are doing is of no use whatsoever. If you will not fight me, I will be forced to tell Inuyasha that you are useless. We should find someone else who is willing to fight." She spat.
" But my dear Sango, we are fighting. I would be heartbroken if I were to hurt you."
"As if you could even hit me. I want your best now before I decide to take Hiraikotsu to you and beat you senseless. Show me that you are a man,"
Miroku smirked " I will be glad to show you that I am a man when we are finished. It will be an experience that you will never forget."
Sango had enough. She brought her sword down against the staff with sufficient force to knock it away. The monk should have been staggered by the blow. Instead, she found herself off balance.
The monk caught the sword in its downward motion and pushed it backwards. The slayer was now at a disadvantage. She struggled to right herself and bring the blade into position to stop the staff
Just as she braced herself for the impact, she realized her error. The monk was aiming for the back of her legs not her head. The staff struck with full force causing her knees to buckle.
The sword fell from her hand and she fell face forward into the mud. The humiliation was complete when Miroku lightly placed his sandal on her butt.
" Spoils of War. Had enough?"
She sputtered and nodded. The monk laughed and walked away whistling. There would be another day. Oh yes. There would be another day. On that day she would stand over him in triumph and wipe that grin off his face.
