InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Inuyasha Sells Out! ❯ Inuyasha for Maruchan ( Chapter 1 )

Inuyasha for Maruchan

 

“Inuyasha ramen commercial, take one.”

 

“And…action!”

 

“Hello, I'm Inuyasha,” the hanyou begins, dressed in his typical fire-rat robes and standing regally with Tetsusaiga leaning against his left shoulder in its large, majestic form. In front of him is a waist-high table with a cup of steaming hot ramen in the center, a package displaying the brand resting next to it. “You might recognize me from my hit anime show. Fighting demons and rescuing humans for almost two hundred episodes is hard work, and I can't make it through the day without a good, wholesome serving of Maruchan Ramen.”

 

He reaches down with his right hand, grasping one spoonful of the brothy mixture and bringing it to his lips. His expression turns to one of blissful ecstasy as he savors and swallows the contents. “Mmmm…that's fucking delicious.”

 

“Cut!”

 

“Huh? Why?”

 

“Inuyasha,” the director says with a hint of exasperation, “you can't say `fucking' in a commercial.”

 

“Oh…”

 

“Alright, let's try again.”

 

“Inuyasha ramen commercial, take two.”

 

“Action!”

 

“Hello, I'm Inuyasha,” the hanyou begins again, getting all the way up to the point where he eats the ramen without a hitch. “Mmmm…that's good shit.”

 

“Cut!”

 

“Dammit, what now?!”

 

“You can't say `shit' in a commercial either!”

 

“Oh, well what about `that's damn good.”

 

“No!”

 

“Or `that's as good as hell.'”

 

“No, you moron. You can't swear at all!”

 

“You gotta be shitting me! I swear all the time in my show. It's who I am!”

 

“Who you are is gonna be neutered if you don't get this right!”

 

“Listen, you…”

 

“Hey, do you want that free year's supply of ramen or not?”

 

Grrrr.

 

“Good, then let's try again.”

 

“Inuyasha ramen commercial, take three.”

 

“Action!”

 

The hanyou starts again and makes it to the trouble spot, this time leaving out any cursing. He then moves on to the final part of the commercial, which involves him walking a short distance to where an immaculate blue sports car is parked, the cameras following his every move.

 

“So eat Maruchan ramen every day, and who knows? One day you might be able to do this!” he declares, shoving Tetsusaiga into the ground and wrapping both arms around the front of the car. With the help of a few crew members pushing up the back end off camera, he picks it up until the trunk is pointed straight up in the air. He turns to smile for the camera and the car sways slightly, quickly becoming unbalanced as Inuyasha overcorrects. The rear end swings dangerously back and forth, and crew members begin to scatter, screaming in panic. Finally Inuyasha loses the battle with the heavy object.

 

*CRASH!!!*

 

The director surveys the damage. The car has crashed top-down, totaling it. Around and under the wreckage lie the mangled remains of his brand new camera system, worth more than the car itself. His blood boils, and he turns his irate glare to the hanyou currently standing sheepishly amidst the carnage.

 

“Um…” Inuyasha says, trying to lighten the mood, “buy Maruchan ramen or I'll fucking drop a car on you.”

 

“DAH! I'm going to chop off your balls and boil them in ramen! Come back here!”

 

Inuyasha runs off, the director in hot pursuit.