"See you tomorrow," he said nonchalantly, the way he did every day. I was in my third year of high school, and Miroku had transferred into my school not too long ago. He was cute and funny, even if he was a bit of a pervert. We got along well, most of the time.
The bell had just rung, signalling the end of the day. After bowing to our sensei, there was a flurry of activity as everyone packed up. In that flurry, I just barely caught his routine farewell, and didn't notice him move until he was right in front of me. It was lucky for us that sensei had her back turned, because just at that moment, he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss.
Now that was a surprise.
I froze, too shocked to do anything but blush. Before I knew it, he was gone – lost in the crowd. I stood there for a moment, my mind reeling. Where had that come from? I had known him for a few months now, and this…well…this was (obviously) unexpected.
Someone clapped me on the back gently, and I looked over my shoulder to see Kagome smiling at me.
"You might want to talk to him," she suggested absently, before waving and departing into the hallway. It took me a moment to realize what she had said. When I did, though, I grabbed my bag and rushed out into the hall to look for him. He hadn't gotten too far; he was just at the end of the hallway.
I elbowed my way though the herd until I stood at his side. Tapping his shoulder, I got his attention, and his disarming smile. Why did that smile look so different to me now? Surely one little kiss couldn't make that big a change in how I percieved him.
"What was that?" I asked, grateful that my voice wasn't cracking or shaking. He dipped his head again, stealing another kiss.
"You mean that?" he asked mischievously. I blushed harder, and nodded. Someone rushed past us, knocking my books from my hands. I gasped and knelt to pick them up, only to find him right there helping. As we gathered my scattered belongings, he answered.
"Because I wanted to," Miroku told me, as if it was the most casual thing in the world. We stood, and he handed me my last book, along with a third kiss. My blush deepened – if that was possible.
"I suppose that one was because you wanted to as well?" I said, hoping that the joke would ease the weird tension gnawing at my stomach. It didn't.
He shook his head.
"No," he replied. "That one's because you're cute when you blush."
With that, he disappeared through the doors, leaving me to stand in pleasant shock until someone jarred me into moving through those same doors and closer to him.
Well…I wouldn't call this one short enough to be drabble, nor is it long enough to really be a one-shot. So I don't know what it is, but it's cute. I liked writing it. It's alleviating the tension of working on Beauty and the Beast. By the way…does anyone get the symbolism in the last line? I hope so…
Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha, I wouldn't have to write fanfiction.