An Ordinary Miracle Girl
She was an ordinary woman, at least if you looked only once. Dark hair, pleasant face, nice figure, simple clothing.
But when you looked twice she was anything but ordinary. From the skin-tight uniform hidden under her kimono, through the various weapons and tricks up her sleeve to the grace her body was moving with.
She was a miracle, one that he never tired to look at. He loved to just sit there and observe her doing whatever she had to do - be it kindling fire, doing laundry or killing youkai.
She hadn't the most beautiful face and yet it was hard to look away from her small smile, her sparkling eyes. She was attractive at the first glance. but she was beautiful beyond words after getting to know her.
He sat on a tree root, enjoying the sun rays of the late afternoon and the sight of the maiden at his side. He suspected the rest of the gang was nearby, he could sense their youki behind the nearest bush. It was quite annoying to have their friends spying on them during their first picnic.
And yet he couldn't tear his eyes away from the pale wrist of the girl, twisted gracefully as she poured him tea.
He lifted his eyes to look into hers and suddenly - as if by a divine miracle - there was nothing more in his world beside that strong, capable, wonderful woman blushing and peeking at him from behind her long lashes.
A/N: Sorry, it isn't much, but hey it's something. Have safe holidays!