InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Inuyasha Sells Out! ❯ Inuyasha and Shippo for 7 Up ( Chapter 6 )

Actual Commercial: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E93sBTnC_Fs&feature=related

 

 

A/N - this commercial comes to you courtesy of SplendentGoddess, who helpfully supplied the original idea

 

Inuyasha and Shippo for 7 Up

 

Inuyasha is standing in a sunlit, grassy field, holding a can of 7 Up. Beside him sits a fluffy-looking dog with yellow-orange fur, reaching up to about knee height. Inuyasha appears uncommonly cheerful, as if something is amusing him greatly and he can barely hold in his excitement.

 

“They say if you want to sell your product,” he says brightly, gently waving the can, “get a cute little dog for your commercial.” Bending down, he waves the can in front of the dog's nose and speaks to it as one might speak to an infant. “Here, buster…go fetch the 7 Up!” He tosses the can across the field but the dog doesn't move a muscle, and the can lands harmlessly in the grass.

 

“Cut!” the director calls. “Come on, Shippo, you have to chase after the can.” There is an audible `poof' by Inuyasha's feet, and once the smoke clears it is revealed that the little dog was in fact Shippo, his true form concealed by his fox magic. He is pouting, a stern look on his face, arms crossed in irritation.

 

“This is incredibly degrading,” he complains.

 

“No one will know it's you, Shippo.”

 

“I'll know! Why couldn't you just find a trained dog for this commercial?”

 

“Do you have any idea what one of those costs? Now do you want that wheelbarrow full of pocky or not?”

 

Shippo licked his lips, practically salivating at the treasure trove awaiting him. Finally, he decided his humiliation as worth it and transformed back into the cute little dog.

 

“Great,” the director declared. “From the top, people!”

 

This time, when Shippo was ordered to fetch, he did so with gusto, running across the field and skillfully catching the can between his jaws.

 

“Cut!”

 

“Wa ghnow?” Shippo mumbled, the can still in his mouth.

 

“You have to let the can hit you in the head so it can knock you out.”

 

Shippo's eyes widened in alarm as he spit out the can. “What?! There's no way I'm letting him hit me with a can!” he yelled, pointing at Inuyasha. The hanyou wore a positively wicked grin, repeatedly tossing and catching a fresh can with his right hand. His appearance resembled that of a baseball pitcher preparing to bean a hitter, and absolutely loving it.

 

“Alright then,” the director sighed regretfully, “I'll have to give that pocky to someone else…”

 

“No, it's mine!” Shippo exclaimed. “W-w-why can't you just have that part of the scene be off camera? I'll make a really convincing yelp.”

 

“Because Inuyasha bribed m—I mean…because the script says we're filming you getting nailed on the head with a can, and that's final!”

 

Shippo grumbled under his breath, smelling a rather putrid rat. But if he wanted that pocky, he had to play along. To a certain extent, that is.

 

“Alright, I'll do it,” he declared. “On one condition.”

 

“Oh, what's that?”

 

“That Inuyasha lets me bean him in the head with a can afterwards.”

 

“Not a chance, runt,” the hanyou said.

 

“Aw, what's the matter, Inuyasha? Scared of a little fox kit? We all know how hard your head is, so it's not like it's gonna hurt ya.”

 

“Why you little…”

 

“Alright, alright,” the director interrupted. “It's settled. Inuyasha will let you hit him when we're done.”

 

“What?! Who says I will?!”

 

“I do. Because if you don't, I'll recast the commercial and you can play the cute little dog!”

 

Now it was the hanyou's turn to grumble, but he said no more. They started filming again, and this time Inuyasha chucked it much harder and with a lower trajectory. To his credit, Shippo stood tall like a man, taking the can squarely off his cranium with a muffled crack. He lay on his back in a daze as Inuyasha finished the scene. The director was satisfied, and the crew began packing up the equipment. When Shippo's world finally stopped spinning, he spied Inuyasha standing a few feet away, smirking down at him. The hanyou practically oozed confidence, and Shippo vowed then and there to wipe that arrogant expression of his face. He held out his hand, and Inuyasha tossed him a fresh can.

 

After several moments of mental preparation, Shippo was ready. He leapt high into the air, well over Inuyasha's head, and pulled a very special leaf from his clothing. Smashing the leaf into the side of the can, he flung the metal cylinder down straight at the hanyou's forehead. The instant the can left his hand, the leaf's magic took effect, and it grew to hundreds of times its original size. Inuyasha suddenly found himself in the shade, his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull as the giant object plummeted toward him.

 

*SPLAT!!!*

 

Shippo landed in the grass, grinning in victory. Inuyasha's legs and arms could be seen sticking out around the sides of the can, flailing wildly. But Shippo's exultation was short lived; he immediately began hurrying away as fast as his legs could carry him. By chance, he passed the director in his flight.

 

“Where are you going, Shippo? Don't you want your pocky?”

 

“I'll come back for the pocky. When that spell wears off, I need to be far away from here!”