Pink
Miroku rustled through Kagome's backpack. The yellow bag always held many enchanting secrets and today was no different. Besides finding the can of grape soda Kagome-sama had brought for him, his fingers closed upon what seemed to be a packet of fine paper. He drew it out.
Now in these times paper was an expensive commodity. Miroku found that in order to buy paper to make his sacred sutras he had to spend the majority of the group's traveling money. It was not a helpful situation especially in light of how much ammunition he used despite his well-intentioned frugality. Surely Kagome-sama would not mind if he borrowed some? Later that night, Kagome gave her blessings on the action and he proceeded to create a new batch of sutras.
Inuyasha's group had just walked over the low rise of a hill when a demon rose out of the long grass of the fallow plain. With a sharp hiss, it tried to strike at the demonslayer but missed. Then it turned to the monk and charged on him. To everyone's surprise, there was a sharp slap and the demon was dissolved by a bubbling cloud of pink. They turned to the monk whom was smiling.
"Pink?" Inuyasha raised a perplexed eyebrow at his fellow traveler. In reply, Miroku removed a rainbow selection of sutras from his robes.
"I prefer purple best myself, but the pink ones are good too." Kagome-sama giggled.