Disclaimer – Inu Yasha belongs to Takahashi Rumiko-sama and all the wonderful people at Viz.

May 29th, 2005

Author's Notes – I'mmmmm aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive! Minna-san, genki desu ka? Sorry I've been so long without reviewing. The end of the semester was kinda hectic with my Japanese final and all the paintings I had to finish for my Illustration class (god, some of them sucked, too… ah well) But anyways, I've been working trying to save up money as well as trying to get a second job and well, it's been busy.

But nonetheless, I've still been writing – granted I've been working on new stuff I prolly won't be posting for a while, but to make up for it, I came up with this lovely dear I shall refer to as a writing exercise. It's not a series of drabbles simply for the fact that I couldn't write a 100 word fic to save my life. To put it simply, each chapter is a blurb, or excerpt from a fic I had planned on starting or came up with spur of the moment. Some of these I might turn into actual fics someday, some of them I won't. Who knows?

Anyways, I thought it might be fun, and since I'm enjoying myself writing them, I hope you enjoy reading them. Cheerio!

The Divine Nataku - :blinks in confusion: Eh?

Wufei - :deadpans: What she said…

"What If"

a collection of Inu Yasha ficlets

#1 – Sweet Victory

They exchanged blow upon blow, moving around each other like two partners in some intricate dance. Punching and blocking, dodging and feinting - round and round they went. A holy sutra was flung out only to but cut in two with a quick downwards slash. That, however, was quickly followed up by a swing of a shakujo. This was then deftly avoided by an expert summersault.

The battle was heating up, neither side willing to back down from the other. It seemed the battle would go on forever when one opponent rushed forward, lunging towards the other with the intent of dealing a final blow. However, this was deterred with a swift punch to the stomach and body flip combo. Caught off guard, the loser gasped and crumpled to the ground.

Grinning triumphantly, the winner stood tall over his opponent, basking in victory…

"Hold on…" Sango's eyebrow was twitching slightly.

Miroku paused, turning to her with a pleasantly grin. "Yes?"

Her eyebrow twitched some more. "Do you mind?"

Violet eyes blinked curiously. "Is something wrong?"

She stared at him, deadpanned. "I know you've beaten me and all… but do you really have to stand on me like that?"

"Hm?" Miroku blinked and paused, lowering the game controller in his hand to study the television screen in front of them. Sure enough, the black-robed houshi he had been playing with was in fact standing on top of Sango's defeated character. The kanji for winner was splayed brightly across the screen.

"Oh, so I have… my apologies, Sango-san." Sango would have believed his sincerity if not for the large grin he was sporting on his face.

She elbowed him earning a satisfactory grunt of discomfort. "For someone who rarely plays videogames, why do you always seem to beat me?"

Miroku just shrugged, taking a sip from the can of cola beside him. "Although it wouldn't have hurt you to choose another character."

Sango pouted lightly. "But I happen to like using the Wolf prince…" Miroku quirked an eyebrow at this. "I think he's cute."

Silence. "Really?" Another pause as his face took on a strange expression. "Cuter than the Buddhist monk?"

Sango gave him a look. "I don't know if I really like the monk all that much." There was silence one again. Her expression turned coy as she nudged him once again. "I prefer the real thing."

"Wha…? Oh. Ohhhohohhhh."

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