InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Wolf Prince's Love ❯ Kitsune's Breakfast ( Chapter 6 )

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This chapter is dedicated to Quimera-chan, who has remained a loyal reader from the very beginning.

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Chapter Six:

The sun finally made its way into the sky, and shined its rays over the sleepy eyes of a certain youkai exterminator. After a few moments of hesitation, Sango finally blinked her eyes open.

She glanced to her left and found Miroku, who was still sleeping, his back resting uncomfortably against a tree trunk. However, he did not stay that way for long. The mutterings of a seriously piqued hanyou traveled down the tree's base until they met the ears of the Houshi and taijiya.

The monk opened his eyes with a groan, considering the small amount of sleep he had received.

Inuyasha was interrupted from his miserable musings when a sleep-coated voice tickled his ears.

“Inuyasha, would you please be quiet?” Miroku asked, barely stifling a yawn with his cursed hand.

“Huh?” Inuyasha glanced down the tree's length at his ningen companions. “Did you say something, Miroku?”

The Houshi raised an eyebrow and waved his hand dismissively.

“Never mind.”

Sango glanced from her Houshi friend to Inuyasha and back again.

“Well, now that we're all awake, why don't we eat some breakfast?” Sango shrugged, trying to lift the mens' spirits.

“Aren't you forgetting someone, Sango?” A small voice demanded of her from behind.

Sango turned around and grinned, patting the small kitsune's head. “Shippo, I only meant that the people who can cook breakfast are up.”

Shippo frowned and cocked his head to the side. “Hey, I can cook too, you know!”

Sango and Miroku grinned and exchanged nervous glances. Both did not wish to hurt their little friend's feelings by saying something that would offend him.

“I'm sure you can, Shippo.” Miroku said, choosing his words wisely.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and finally decided to hop down from his tree.

“Feh. I'd like to see him try.”

“Hmph! You don't believe me, do you, Inuyasha?” Shippo demanded, crossing his arms over his chest and sticking his chin in the air.

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow at Sango and Miroku in a silent question. The monk shook his head sternly while the taijiya waved her hands frantically in front of her chest.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Did they honestly expect him to leave this alone? Shippo wasn't getting out of this one without at least a little teasing from him. He grinned mischievously and knelt down until the Kitsune was almost at his eye level.

“Oh Shippo, you silly boy, of course I believe you can cook!” He said, waving his hand playfully.

Shippo was broken out of his reverie of boiling Inuyasha in a giant pot over a blazing hot fire and looked admiringly at the older male. His eyes sparkled and his lips curled into a small smile.

“Really?”

“No.”

Shippo scowled and balled his little fists at his sides. “That's it! I'm going to prove to you all that I have great cooking skills!”

With that, the little kitsune turned on his heel and scampered off into the forest to find something to prepare for the morning meal.

“Way to go, Inuyasha,” Miroku muttered sarcastically.

The inu-hanyou put his hands up defensively.

“What'd I do?!”

The monk sighed. “Must I really explain what you did wrong? Are you really that stupid?”

“Humph.” Was Inuyasha's only response as he turned his back on his two friends and sat down on the dirt and ash covered ground.

“Hey you guys, come on, maybe Shippo can cook after all?” Sango suggested with a shrug.

“Sango dear, that is very unlikely.” Miroku interjected.

“No, Miroku, I think you're both overlooking the fact that Shippo was forced to fend for himself for a time after his parents were killed.” Sango retorted, shaking her head. “It's possible that he really can cook. At least a little bit.”

The Houshi shrugged. “I certainly hope you are correct, Sango.”

They turned to Inuyasha, who was still ignoring them with his voice, however, his stomach eventually spoke for him. A few minutes later, Shippo was heard walking back to the campsite, singing something that sounded like: “I'm gonna prove that hanyou wrong, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”

Miroku and Sango snickered to themselves when they finally processed the words, and ignored Inuyasha's annoyed growl.

The trio watched in silence as the little kitsune worked. First, he started a fire and boiled some water. Next, he added some herbs that weren't recognized by the monk or exterminator.

`I only hope it's not poison ivy…' Miroku thought to himself.

“Finished!” Shippo finally announced after a few minutes had gone by. He fished three bowls out of Miroku's traveling bag and set them out in front of his friends. He noticed their hesitation, but decided to ignore it. “Come on, dig in!” He coaxed.

Sango reluctantly poured some of the strange liquid into her bowl first, soon followed by Miroku.

Shippo grinned at them, but frowned when he turned to Inuyasha, who hadn't touched his bowl. “Oh come on, Inuyasha!” The boy's voice cracked as he shouted. “Would it kill you to be nice to me just this once?” He sniffed and rubbed the tears from his small eyes.

Inuyasha smelled the salt from his tears and cursed himself for being so stubborn. Shippo was right. It certainly wouldn't be a hard thing for him to do…maybe just this once…

“Well,” He started, finally turning around and reaching for the bowl. Miroku and Sango stared at him in shock. “I guess it wouldn't hurt to-“ Inuyasha suddenly stopped talking and dropped his hand. His other hand clutched his chest. The hanyou began coughing and choking, his eyes becoming widened saucers.

Sango, Miroku, and Shippo exchanged worried glances. What was going on?

Inuyasha ended his fit and collapsed on the ground, appearing to be dead.

“I-Inu…yasha?” Shippo shakily asked. “Are you okay?”

Sango glanced at the inu-hanyou's chest. Yes, he was still breathing. She suddenly burst into fits of laughter, her hands moving to hold her sides.

“Sango? What is…” After a few seconds, the Houshi joined her in her laughter.

“Hey! What's so funny?!” Shippo shouted.

Miroku wiped a tear from his eye. “Shippo, I'm afraid Inuyasha has `died' from his kindness.”

The wind blew gently against the kitsune youkai's confused face. Then he got it. “Oh…Inuyasha! That's not funny!”

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Once Inuyasha recovered from his “fatal illness”, four of the five of the inu-tachi tasted the meal Shippo had labored over…and found that the Kitsune possessed cooking skills after all.

A/N: I can explain, I swear!

I had to create a filler chapter (another of which you will read later on) so we don't forget about the other four main characters in this story!

Please, just ignore my stupidity, writer's block does indeed take its toll on the brain.

Even though this chapter sucked, I would appreciate reviews! Thanks.

Until next time.