Mikoto snuggled into her boyfriend's side and purred. Midori knew some of the best things - pretty soon, he'd be better than ramen!
Someone knocked on the trunk of a nearby tree, and she snapped awake and snatched Miroku into a low guard.
Yuuichi wasn't looking at her. "Clothes, Neko-chan."
She blinked and looked down, then shrugged and pulled on her shirt and panties (the pants were under a bush a few yards away, and she didn't feel like rooting through the stickers) before bouncing over to give him a hug. "Yuuichi! You're back!"
He chuckled softly and put his bad arm - the doctors had said that he'd never regain full use of it, that the tendons had been injured too badly - around her shoulders to give her a gentle hug. "Yeah... I'm sorry."
Something - she'd never know what - in his voice warned her, and she was ducking out of his grasp and twisting and throwing herself away soon enough and quickly enough that the blade only traced a superficial line of fire along her stomach rather than spearing up under her ribs to pierce her heart.
^_^
I can't quite show you his sword, but it looks about like this sword save for the fact that the blade is shaped more like this one's.
Ja, -n
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"