Inuyasha, "One Little Chore" Mirorku/Sango
Fandom: Inuyasha
Title: One Little Chore
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Genre: Humor/Family
Notes/Spoilers: Post-manga. Written for the "reason" challenge at mirsan_fics. Winner first place.
Summary: Sango won't let him get away with it.
Sango has gladly adjusted to her new roles as mother and housewife, and she has learned to put up with a lot from her children and her husband. Mostly, she deals with minor annoyances, but it’s definitely better than fighting impossibly powerful youkai and watching people die.
Still, her patience is much the same, and like anyone, it runs thin. Miroku settles into their comfortable life with ease. After all, he’s the bread winner, and perhaps this notion causes him to believe he can get away with almost anything.
Like... discarding his robes onto the floor after a hot, exhausting day with Inuyasha, while he saunters around the house in nothing but his undergarments. Well, he earns his reward, she supposes.
But what is the reason his robes stay on the floor next to the laundry barrel for the entire day? Sango cleans around it, hoping Miroku will get the hint. He does not.
She glares at the offending robes, her eye twitching as her temper rises. He’s done this many times before, and each time it grates on her nerves. Hasn’t she done enough that he can’t do this simple thing and put his robe in the barrel with the rest?
Finally, he senses her anger. She meets his inquiring eyes with a glare that could evaporate a thousand youkai. He follows her glance to the pile and then back at him. Ah, he sees it!
Then, she watches in commanding triumph as he cleans up his own mess.
Title: One Little Chore
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Genre: Humor/Family
Notes/Spoilers: Post-manga. Written for the "reason" challenge at mirsan_fics. Winner first place.
Summary: Sango won't let him get away with it.
Sango has gladly adjusted to her new roles as mother and housewife, and she has learned to put up with a lot from her children and her husband. Mostly, she deals with minor annoyances, but it’s definitely better than fighting impossibly powerful youkai and watching people die.
Still, her patience is much the same, and like anyone, it runs thin. Miroku settles into their comfortable life with ease. After all, he’s the bread winner, and perhaps this notion causes him to believe he can get away with almost anything.
Like... discarding his robes onto the floor after a hot, exhausting day with Inuyasha, while he saunters around the house in nothing but his undergarments. Well, he earns his reward, she supposes.
But what is the reason his robes stay on the floor next to the laundry barrel for the entire day? Sango cleans around it, hoping Miroku will get the hint. He does not.
She glares at the offending robes, her eye twitching as her temper rises. He’s done this many times before, and each time it grates on her nerves. Hasn’t she done enough that he can’t do this simple thing and put his robe in the barrel with the rest?
Finally, he senses her anger. She meets his inquiring eyes with a glare that could evaporate a thousand youkai. He follows her glance to the pile and then back at him. Ah, he sees it!
Then, she watches in commanding triumph as he cleans up his own mess.