"Kyaa! I'm so late!" Sango cried, running around her apartment frantically.
"I should've been out the door ten minutes ago!"
She rushed about, collecting her purse and the articles that had spilled out of it in her haste the afternoon before (she had almost missed the bus, something that was becoming frustratingly common). Her hair was only half-pinned and she wore one earring. The other was clutched in her hand as she dropped wallet, tissue, keys etc. into her handbag.
"If I miss this interview, I'm dead! I don't have time for breakfast. Not even a glass of water, dammit…"
She stopped for only half a second, her mind processing something. Then she started up again, going full throttle and then some. Her purse filled, she began rummaging through the closet for shoes and coat with one hand, trying to put her earring in with the other. It wasn't working.
"I can't believe this! Why didn't I wake up in time? Oh, please let the other interview run late…Oh my lord! My teeth! I haven't even brushed my teeth! That's so gross! But I don't have time…if I'm lucky I can make the bus at the bottom of the hill. But eew…oh heavens, I'm gonna die. My breath is probably terrible, and to top it all off I'm late! Why me-ee! Mmph…"
Miroku, who had been watching all of this with cool amusement, had grabbed Sango by the shoulders and spun her around to give her a slow, sweet kiss. When he pulled away from the considerably quieted woman, he smiled.
"Your breath is fine."
Just a little drabble that popped into my head the other day. I didn't even bother to get it BETA'd…Bad me…