Prompt # 60: Bold
Title: Indomitable
Author: aimee_blue
Prompt: Bold
Words: 250
Rating: T
Summary: AU. Miroku knows exactly what he should be doing, but he can't help his possessive streak.
Two timid first years peered nervously into the dojo where the karate team were practising. Choosing the right club was important and they’d already heard fantastical things about this club.
Currently, they were watching a lithe beauty as she worked her way through her kata. Her legs were long, her waist slim and a ferocious fire kindled in her chocolate eyes. Her silky brown hair was pulled into a samurai-tail and swished with every movement. Okumura Sango had a fierce reputation as a formidable opponent.
Both boys jumped when large hands slapped down on their shoulders and they staggered as an exuberant sempai corralled their shoulders and pulled their heads together conspiratorially. “Thinking about joining the club, boys?” the male asked, violet eyes sparkling speculatively.
“Uh, we were just looking,” one boy floundered and the sempai followed his gaze. A small smirk played on his lips as his shrewd eyes feasted on Sango’s form.
“Admiring Sango-chan’s form, were we?” Inflecting so that their cheeks burned and their eyes dropped.
“She’s impressive.”
His chuckle was chilling as he bonked their heads together. “She’s also my girlfriend,” he hummed, prowling away and looping his arms around her waist boldly.
Sango barely batted an eyelash as her elbow cracked into his ribs soundly. “Stop terrorising new recruits, manager-san.”
Miroku barely flinched at the hit and instead purred in her ear. “I love it when you call me that.”
The two first years gulped as a mortified Sango demonstrated exactly why she was feared.
Author: aimee_blue
Prompt: Bold
Words: 250
Rating: T
Summary: AU. Miroku knows exactly what he should be doing, but he can't help his possessive streak.
Two timid first years peered nervously into the dojo where the karate team were practising. Choosing the right club was important and they’d already heard fantastical things about this club.
Currently, they were watching a lithe beauty as she worked her way through her kata. Her legs were long, her waist slim and a ferocious fire kindled in her chocolate eyes. Her silky brown hair was pulled into a samurai-tail and swished with every movement. Okumura Sango had a fierce reputation as a formidable opponent.
Both boys jumped when large hands slapped down on their shoulders and they staggered as an exuberant sempai corralled their shoulders and pulled their heads together conspiratorially. “Thinking about joining the club, boys?” the male asked, violet eyes sparkling speculatively.
“Uh, we were just looking,” one boy floundered and the sempai followed his gaze. A small smirk played on his lips as his shrewd eyes feasted on Sango’s form.
“Admiring Sango-chan’s form, were we?” Inflecting so that their cheeks burned and their eyes dropped.
“She’s impressive.”
His chuckle was chilling as he bonked their heads together. “She’s also my girlfriend,” he hummed, prowling away and looping his arms around her waist boldly.
Sango barely batted an eyelash as her elbow cracked into his ribs soundly. “Stop terrorising new recruits, manager-san.”
Miroku barely flinched at the hit and instead purred in her ear. “I love it when you call me that.”
The two first years gulped as a mortified Sango demonstrated exactly why she was feared.