InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Brotherly Love ❯ The Funeral of the Chicken Leg ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters; however, the food items that appear in this story are, in fact, my property.

Brotherly Love

An Inuyasha Story

The Funeral of the Chicken Leg

The group held a funeral for the chicken leg that had been lost due to drowning in ink. No one was very comfortable with this development, especially when Inuyasha burst into tears—many times—during the ceremony. He had forced everyone to say something about his dear chicken leg. All of which caused him to, once again, cry his eyes out like a baby.

Kagome had been the first to share her thoughts on the matter. “I didn't know the chicken leg…” She began before being very rudely interrupted by Inuyasha.

“He had a name you know!” He yelled between sobs.

“Isn't that nice… He even named the dumb thing. Stupid mutt.” Sighed Kouga, whose brown fur had been changed to black for the funeral. Everyone's clothes had been mysteriously dyed black.

“Shhh!” Sango hushed him silently. “He's probably just going through a phase. Be nice about it.”

Kouga gave her a look that clearly implied that he thought she was insane. “You can't be serious.” He said, then—when he realized that she was—he just sighed again and leaned back in his seat.

Inuyasha continued after all of the interruptions were finished, “His name was, Chickuyasha.”

The room fell eerily silent as everyone analyzed the information they had just received. Then they burst into laughter, that is, all but Inuyasha and Sesshomaru did. Inuyasha just didn't seem to see what was so funny about that. “Hey! What's so funny?”

Sesshomaru looked at his younger brother. “They are laughing at the name you gave to for reference to the chicken leg, Inuyasha.” He said.

“What about it?” Asked Inuyasha. Instead of getting an answer from Sesshomaru, he got one from Miroku.

“The name (laugh) of the chicken (laugh) leg that you just (laugh) told us (laugh). It was (laugh) hilarious!” Miroku said between fits of laughter, as hopefully, all can tell.

“SHUT UP!” Yelled Inuyasha. “It's not that funny, okay?” None of them even seemed to hear him, for they all just continued to roll on the ground in what seemed to be spastic fits of laughter.

Kagome stopped her fit of rolling and laughing to stand up on the stump—that was being used as a stage—once more. Then, she cleared her throat, “As I was saying,” by this time, everyone else was finished laughing also, “I didn't know Chickuyasha,” there were a few giggles and chuckles from the audience, but no one really laughed, “for very long. But, as far as I could tell, he was a really nice piece of chicken.” Then she bowed and got off of the stump, clearing the way for the next speaker, which was to be Sango.

As Sango stood up on the stump, all was quiet in the group. She cleared her throat to begin, “Hello… I would just like to say that Chickuyasha was a wonderful poultry item, and we will all miss him dearly. Thank you.” She said hoarsely, no one had ever known that the great demon-slayer of the group had stage-fright.

Miroku was next. Since he was a monk, everyone—including Inuyasha—expected a big speech from him. What they got was a little bit different, all to the disappointment of Inuyasha. “Rest in peace, wandering soul.” Then, he got off the stage as fast as he could to sit next to Sango again.

It was now Shippo's turn to say something about Chickuyasha. “It was nice knowing him while he was here. But now he is no more. We will all miss him much, for there is now an empty place in our hearts. From which Chickuyasha—the recently deceased chicken leg—has left.” He said, trying his best not to cry, himself.

“Thank you, Shippo. That was wonderful.” Inuyasha said, dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief. “Would you like to say something, Sesshomaru? Or maybe you, Kouga? Rin?” He asked hopefully.

“I'd rather not.” Sighed Sesshomaru.

“Yeah, I'll pass on that one, too.” Grunted Kouga.

“Rin? Would you like to say something?” Asked Inuyasha. But she was nowhere to be found.

“Alright, then, that concludes today's ceremony. Hopefully there won't be any more in the near future.” Said Miroku.

* * *

Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the forest, Rin sat holding a small, wooden shoe in her hand. She was not alone. There was a toad creature with her. But he was tied to a nearby tree and could not move freely.

Rin looked over at Jakken, “Hello.” She said, sounding as sweet as possible.

Jakken struggled to free himself from the vines that bound him to the tree. “Oh, Lord Sesshomaru isn't going to stand for this. When he finds out that you are holding me hostage—for what reason, I have no idea—you are going to be in so much trouble, young lady.” He yelled at his eight year old captor.

She looked over at him and laughed maniacally. “He won't find out, stupid toad. And if he does, I'm pretty sure that he won't care.” Said Rin with an evil smile on her face. “You know, he doesn't seem to care much about what happens to you.” She started to spin the shoe slowly in her hands.

“Yes he does! You're just trying to make me upset! Aren't you?” Jakken Cried.

Rin just looked at him, smiling. “Do you know what I plan to do with you?” She asked.

“I have no idea, but I have a feeling that I am going to find out soon.” Jakken said.

“Oh, yes. Yes, you will. Soon enough, Toad.” Then, she stood up and left the scene.

 

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