My first try at drabbles (alot more are stuffed in my endless void of a computer), So don't kill me.
-You Damn Monk-
It was a beautiful night in the Feudal Era; Perhaps even more beautiful than a certain,feisty demon slayer. Speaking of the devil, Miroku watched down silently upon Sango sitting on the side of a hill, Kerara excitedly nipping at fireflies. Miroku twitched, trying to hold back from groping her ass(Not Kerara's, stupid!Sango's!),as his cheek still held the tell-tale mark from a few minutes ago. Sighing, Miroku laid down his jingly staff and sat down beside the slayer. Sango tensed and went to grab the perverted monk's head's best freind,the Hirakoutsu(spelling, please?) but that grope never came. Instead, a fluttery butterfly kiss barely touched her cheek, as they reddened intensley.
"Damn monk." Sango had said hours later,giving Mirkou a final good-night kiss.
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Naito Kistune