A/N: Originally posted on IYissekiwa for their prompt Sew or Sow. It won Third position. Partially inspired from an old Sanskrit poem.
They were fed up with Miroku's thieving and lying and (in someone's case) womanizing. So when a chance came for revenge, they pounced upon it with a savage delight.
The daimyo begged his pardon as a bowl of freshly grilled fish was accidentally placed in front of the monk.
"Who put the fish in front of houshi-sama?" he demanded to know.
Immediately an apologetic servant scooped up the bowl. Miroku watched helplessly as the heavenly aroma of grilled salmon slowly wafted away from him. Shippou protested on behalf of his friend.
"Hold on, wait a second! Our Miroku loves salmon."
The daimyo turned his head, surprised: "A friar with a taste for fish?"
"Oh, only when he has some sake to wash it down with," Sango quipped in with a toothy smile.
"Drinks, too?" the daimyo looked surprised.
"Who wouldn't, when he's dining in the company of harlots?" Inuyasha clarified cheerily.
"But don't those girls cost a lot?"
"Yeah," Kagome agreed, "that's why he steals, you see?"
The daimyo's face reddened in anger: "It's just that he took care of the tanuki spirit, otherwise I'd never allow a thief to sleep under my roof."
"But what else is he to do?" Shippou protested again, quite innocently, "Can't you see he's a holy man vowed to poverty?"
The monk was left glaring at each of the traitors.