A Dibble, A Dabble, A Ton of Drabbles by Angelicatt

#62 Being A Sport About It

Title: Being a sport about it
Author: Angelicatt

Theme: Sport
Genre: Humor/ Minor Fluff

Rating: K+

Word Count: 400

Summary: Kagome while practicing her archery gets unexpected help

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything…

A/N: Originally published on LJ on 11/17/09

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“InuYasha, I am going to go practice for a while” the miko called out to the lounging hanyou.

“Keh, little good it will do. You still can’t hit anything worth a damn” he responded, barely able to stop himself from laughing, as he sat in the branches of the Goshinboku.

“SIT BOY” she was pissed.

He came crashing down, landing hard at the base of the mighty tree. She stormed off, leaving the others to deal with him. ‘I hope he has a migraine when he wakes up’ she secretly wished.

Coming to a clearing not too far away, she set up her paper targets at various distances and heights on the bordering trees. She loaded the first arrow and aimed it at the target furthest from her.

“Hit the mark” she chanted as she released the string, her eyes closed. She listened to the sound of the arrow flying towards the red circle pinned high in the tree but when there was no resounding thwack, she cracked one eye open to see Sesshoumaru standing there, arrow in hand.

“Miko what exactly are you trying to do?” his scowl overshadowing the beauty of his face. “For your sake I sincerely hope you were not aiming at me.”

“Ah no…of course not” she stuttered, “I was just practicing my archery skills. I have a kyujutsu tournament next month and I need to work on my extended distances and moving targets” she blushed, as the words just kind of flowed out of her mouth.

 “I am well aware of your inadequacies; remember I have seen you in battle. However is it normal for ningen to close their eyes when they shoot an arrow?” he calmly inquired. It was like a game for him to see how easily he could rile her up.

“Well excuse me for not being perfect at everything like you” she hissed back at him.

His smirk slowly turned into a smile, “Miko, I will assist you in correcting your flaws, provided you do not try to purify me”. He moved to stand behind her, mere inches away. This was going to be interesting.

All her ire disappeared at their closeness, “I would never” she replied. If this was what it took to get him to smile, she would have asked much sooner. “Thank you for being such a good sport” giving him a huge smile of her own.