Tis the Season
by That'sMyFiasco
On the seventh day of Christmas...
"Goddammit, Houshi, at least try and make this challenging!" Inuyasha gave a great swing of his claws towards Miroku, stopped just in time by the monk's muscular forearm. It was the morning after Kagome had gone home, and while Sango helped out Kaede around the village, Miroku had challenged Inuyasha to a friendly sparring match- tactfully neglecting to mention that the hanyou looked like he needed something to take his mind off things.
Without weapons, and with Inuyasha somewhat off balance, the two were fairly evenly matched, fighting with all their energy until the pair collapsed on the ground, trying to regain their breath. After a few long moments, Miroku pushed himself to his feet, leaning heavily on his staff. He didn't bother speaking, simply nodding and smiling at Inuyasha before moving away.
Once he had gone, Inuyasha stared up at the clouds, lost in thought. For a few minutes, he was strangely still, her breathing evening out. Eventually, however, a few grey flakes shuffled down from the sky, and he rolled onto his stomach, pushing off his fists to lift himself up.
However, just before he stood, something small and smooth sitting on the ground caught his eye. It was a little nut-brown box, intricately carved and worked into complex designs. And, as a matter of fact, it was just big enough to hold some of the smaller presents.
Frowning, he lifted the little box, studying it despite himself. Begrudgingly, he nodded. Alright. It's pretty nice. But that didn't mean he had to admit it out loud.