the Mender: ILuvsBakura
the Construction: posted Oct. 1
the Pieces: worth waiting for- Sango and Miroku
the Fragment: A Monk's Duty
the Tools: his self-appointed mission
A Monk's Duty
He felt himself a man on a mission.
She didn't realize that she was actually desirable. She had no idea that her beauty was a thing to be prized and sought after. She thought she was a demon slayer with precious little left to live for, thoughts focused solely on revenge. And to his credit, he couldn't blame her.
But every now and then, he thought it necessary to remind her that she had captured one man's attention. Just a way of showing her how much he appreciated her body's grace and fighting spirit. How much he appreciated that absolutely delicious ass.
"Miroku!" Sango yelled, slapping the lecherous monk squarely on the face. "How many times do I have to tell you to keep your hands to yourself!" And with a growl, she marched forward quickly, getting herself well out of his range. The others just rolled their eyes and sighed; it was nothing new.
"Ahh," he said to himself quietly, unheard by everyone else. He was, after all, a martyr, getting wounded for a good cause- Sango's own cause, in fact. He really didn't mind the pain. Really didn't mind. (Though that in and of itself is enough cause for concern.) "It's fine," he whispered. "After all, it's all part of a monk's duty."