Rating: PG
Genre: General
Pairing: Implied Miroku/Sango
Word Count: 316
Squicks: Sort of happy ending, possible fluff
Summary: A silly prediction made as a child comes into play.
As a young boy he had once told Mushin he would marry a beautiful girl. Mushin had only laughed before continuing to drink sake.
When Miroku had started his wanderings, he had come across many pretty women, yet none of them meant much. He asked them to bear his children on a whim, a request so absurd, they were bound to refuse. The few women that had promised to bear his children were met with nervous laughter and most likely forgot about him within a few days.
Upon meeting Kagome, Inuyasha, and Shippou, he had quickly become a part of their small group, despite his failed kidnapping attempt. As they came across a certain demon slayer, he had been threatened with bodily harm if he so much as winked at her while she was still healing from losing her entire family in one blow.
Slowly, he began to tease and flirt with her, enjoying the way her face flushed and the way she tried to ignore his advances. She pretended to be indifferent, but he knew he affected her more than she let on.
A demon had managed to slash his kazanna a few short weeks later. Fearing for the safety of the group, as well as his own, he sought out Mushin. Another battle ensued and he almost died, only to be saved by Sango. As Mushin patched up the rip, he winked, casting a glance towards the demon slayer.
"You've found yourself a keeper, Miroku."
The comment had caught him off guard, but he found he could not deny it. She had certainly surprised him that day.
And it was no surprise that he found himself proposing to her eventually. A foolish prediction made as a child was starting to become all the more clear as the days passed. Even if he was not able to defeat Naraku, he had found his beautiful girl.