InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bits From The Big Yellow Bag ❯ Through His Stomach ( Chapter 22 )

Through His Stomach

 

 

A/N: In a bit of a departure from my normal fare, I bring to you something fun - the piece that won “most cliché” in the first of four “Cliché Contests” at the LiveJournal Contest Community “FirstTweak.” The first theme was ramen.

 

 

 

She may not have loved him first, but Kagome loved him best, and the girl from the future had had enough pussyfooting around the whole problem. She was sick of love triangles and feeling bad when InuYasha wandered off to see Kikyou (Sango assured her that it didn't happen nearly as much as she felt like it did) and she was extra-sick of feeling guilty about feeling bad!

 

It was time to put her foot down. No more Miss-Nice-Girl! InuYasha was going to make a decision - clearly - or she'd flip. Go crazy. Nuts. She'd make Naraku look like a cuddly kitten.

 

And she had the perfect plan…

 

After all, it was her mother that said the way to a man's heart was through his stomach!

 

They'd bedded down for the night; Kagome could feel a light tingling in the back of her mind that informed her Kikyou was nearby. Ignoring it (outwardly), she set to studying, keeping an eye on the fish grilling.

 

It was when a pair of Shini-dama-chuu twisted into the clearing that she set her plan in motion.

 

“Oh!” she cried out as she slipped her book back in her bag. “Would you look at this?”

 

“Huh?” InuYasha mumbled, turning his eyes back to the glistening creatures beckoning to him once he was sure Kagome was fine.

 

“One last cup of noodles!”

 

InuYasha did a double-take. She'd said at least ten days ago that they were all gone!

 

“Oh, no,” Kagome murmured, eyeing the side of the cup carefully.

 

“What is it?” Shippou asked, wondering how he hadn't noticed the treat sooner.

 

“See this?” Kagome tapped on the cup where a string of characters - indecipherable to her friends - was scrawled across the bottom. When Shippou nodded, she elaborated, “It expires tonight. Guess it's yours!”

 

InuYasha stared, mouth open slightly. “But… he had the other so-called last cup!” he accused. “That's not fair!”

 

“It expires tonight,” Kagome repeated, “and as you're going… out for the night, I'll make it for him.”

 

“Lady Kagome,” Miroku interjected after a moment of deep thought, “didn't you once tell me that the best part about your treats are that they don't-”

 

As expected, Sango cracked her Hiraikotsu on his skull, slipping him into a coma - his last waking moment hearing an unrepentant, “Whoops!”

 

InuYasha ignored the far too common byplay between the two. He quivered, torn between Kikyou's beckoning and Kagome's treat.

 

“Well, can't you wait until I'm back to cook it?” he finally asked. “Or - it doesn't really matter because I don't think ramen can go bad and after all, I'm a half-demon and we're much stronger than puny humans.”

 

Kagome shook her head. “No, you'll be back far too late for me to cook it then. And I wouldn't want to chance it,” she added with a stunning (slightly evil) smile. “After all, you're the strongest of us. We can't afford to have you out of commission.”

 

InuYasha bit his lip, drawing blood, eyes darting.

 

The Shini-dama-chuu called to him. The cup of noodles glowed in the firelight.

 

His stomach won.

 

As she steeped the noodles, Kagome inhaled - there was nothing like the scent of victory.

 

 

Originally posted on LiveJournal on July 11, 2010.

This entry was 526 words long.

 

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