Disclaimer: Apart from merchandise with his logo, I do not own Inu-Yasha.
Author's Note: After finding myself hooked on them, I've decided to start my own little ficlet corner (600 words or less in each installment) for my baby ideas that I don't have time to nurse into full blown plot lines. They will have no rhyme or reason or order- some may be AU, others not. I just felt like this would be fun to try.
Please enjoy!
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"FOOTBALL"
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"Down. . . Set. . . Hike!"
SLAP!
"Owww!" Miroku whimpered, pressing his palm to the newly acquired handprint on his rosy cheek. "Sango, what was that for?!"
The girl before him straightened and whirled around on a dime, smoke all but furling from her double-pierced ears. "Humph! Like you ever NEED to ask!" she snapped, flicking her long, bound chestnut hair over her shoulder. "The idea is to grab the ball, not my ass!" Waving the football in the boy's face to emphasize her point, her magenta eyes practically flashed red. "Get it?!"
"Heh. . . Heh. . . Oops?" the teen boy grinned nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as the leaf-adorned breeze ruffled his short black ponytail. "I'm so sorry- I'm new at this game. I didn't know!"
Sango didn't buy it. "First you groped me during tackle practice, then you dumped water over my favorite white, long-sleeved shirt after you made a goal, and now you're grabbing me during the snap! You look twice as much as you listen- and touch twice as much as you look! You barely get by following the rules!"
Miroku began to grin proudly, but quickly turned the expression into one of pain- directing his best puppy eyes at his seething girlfriend. She didn't soften. Instead she pressed on, one step away from breathing fire.
"I don't think I can take this anymore! WHAT do you have to say for yourself?" Sango growled, prodding the young man's chest with a sharply tipped finger.
His smile burst back into life, unable to suppress it anymore. "I love football!"
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