InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Male Migraines ❯ Eating and Reading ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Strangely, the place had been quiet for the past hour. Sesshomaru was on guard, though. The little pest could surprise you with some of his antics if you weren't careful enough. Sesshomaru was in his father's study, examining some of his books out of boredom. Yes, when bored, our sexy demon liked to read. A regular bookworm...

He had found something with some rather awkward pictures on the front of it called Kama Sutra. There was no explanation on the back and nothing on the front flap of the book, so he pulled out his father's stuffed armchair from his desk and started reading. As he read, his face crumpled up. Then it made a horrific expression. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He gave a loud yell and threw the book across the room, knocking over his trophies on the far wall. "What...what the hell was that?!" He shot a venomous look at the book, then went and picked up the trophies. Fuck the book, he'd leave it there for the servants to put back.

Just as he was about to lock up, Inuyasha darted in the room from between his legs. "Whatcha doin'?" He asked with what was supposed to be an innocent look. Of course Sesshomaru knew that since this was Satan reincarnate, that was a front. "Leaving," he answered him. "Why?" Inuyasha asked. "Because I'm done in here." "Why?" Sesshomaru sighed. "Because I just am. Now get out of there so I can lock the door."

Inuyasha took a baby step toward the exit, but stopped when he saw the book. He ran over and picked it up. Scanning a few pages with his eyes, he said, "Read this to me." He was still too young to have learned fully how to read. Sesshomaru thought about it. Such a graphic book...if lucky, maybe it'd be the first book he'd be able to recall in the future, screwing the kid up for life. A lifetime remembering sodomy...

No, that was too cruel even for Sesshomaru. "No. If you decide that you want to act civil, I'll read something from your room to you." Without waiting for his answer, he grabbed Inuyasha's arm and dragged him out, locking the door behind him. He didn't notice that Inuyasha still had the book in his hand. As he decended the stairs, Inuyasha ran to his room and stashed it.

Following his brother on his heels, Inuyasha and Sesshomaru entered the den/library. Maybe he'd find something less...intense here. Inuyasha bounced on the heels of his feet. "I'm hungry." Sesshomaru's eyes paused on the binding of the book he was staring at. Go figure, he would be. "The servants should have cooked something by now. Go check the kitchen." Inuyasha left, but returned a second later. "Nobody cooked." "You didn't even check." Sesshomaru said dryly. Hm, God Don't Like Ugly...neither does Kami...so, He hate's Inuyasha? He grabbed the book and read its back.

A/N: God Don't Like Ugly was written by Mary Monroe. Just clarifying! A real good book...

Inuyasha pulled on his pants leg. "Sesshy, I'm hungry!" he said in a whiny voice. Sesshomaru tore his gaze away from the book with great difficulty. "If you're so damn certain that nobody's cooked anything, then make something. You're old enough to do that." Inuyasha's eyes went to the floor and he shuffled his feet. "No I'm not. Mommy says that I'm too little to touch the oven or microwave." Sesshomaru growled low in his throat. He was hating that bitch more and more. By the time he was Inuyasha's age, not only did he have to know how to cook (meals such as eggs benedict--?, shrimp scampii, and lasagna), he also had to know how to survive in the wild, catching and cooking his own food there as well. His mother definitly pampered this mutt too much.

He snapped the book shut and placed it on a table to retrieve later. "Fine. I will cook for you once, and once only. Watch and learn so you can do it later." He led Inuyasha to the kitchen. It had been awhile since he had had to cook, so he hoped that his skills weren't rusty. Opening the fridge, he examined his choices. Eggs, bacon, lunch meat...hm, I could make an omlette. No the damn idiot will probably complain about that's what he had for breakfast or something. Then an idea hit him. He'd make his favorite food. Not out of niceness, hell no. But Inuyasha's favorite dish was simple. In fact, it was the very first thing that Sesshomaru had learned to make. Ramen.

Going to a cabinet, he dug out a pot, then thought better of it. I'd better start off small. His trains don't leave the station at the same time as everyone else's. He got a packet of noodles out of the pantry and ripped it open. Putting it in a bowl, he added some water and set it in the microwave for a few minutes. Yeah, he was giving the kid a bonus. The pack said it cooked in one minute, but Sesshomaru found that to be bullshit. The noodles were still pretty much connected and fat and semi-hard. He shook his head to rid him of the naughty thoughts that last word brought to his head. There, it happened again!

After the microwave beeped, he pulled it out, carefully drained some of the water, added the flavor pack, then placed it on the table with a pair of chopsticks beside it. "Enjoy," he said sarcastically, looking foreward to getting back to his book. Inuyasha glanced at him, then sat down and started grubbing. Back in the library, Sesshomaru sat down in a bean-bag chair in a corner, tail curling around his body. Giving one last snuggle like a cat, he started reading. Ah, the joys of a good book, so informative, so imaginative, so--what the hell was that?

Inuyasha was screaming from the kitchen. Sesshomaru waited a moment to see if the kid would resolve the issue himself. Ten minutes later, he hadn't. "Fucking ass-hole!" He pushed the book aside again and got up to see what it was the bastard wanted. As soon as he saw him, he wanted to slap him. Well, he had always wanted to slap him, but now he wanted to slap him even harder. The kid had tipped the bowl of noodles onto his lap. Rather than getting up and brushing off the food, he'd sat there with the steaming water on him. Sesshomaru literally face-palmed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Can't you do anything?" He shouted in Inuyasha's face. This only succeeded in upsetting him, making him bawl even louder. "Oh God, shut up," he said tiredly. Inuyasha continued to cry. Sesshomaru ripped his obi off and started wiping away the food. "Why are you still sitting there? Get the hell up and clean yourself!" Inuyasha only lowered his head to his chest, still whimpering. "I don't wanna," he sobbed. Sesshomaru had just about had it with him. "Inuyasha, I'm not going to ask you again. Get up," He said in almost a whisper. Inuyasha remained seated.

Sesshomaru gave an annoyed snarl, then pulled his little brother up, who immediatly started screaming bloody murder. "I'm hardly touching you! Shh, shh, be quiet! You'll have the neighbors thinking I abuse you or something!" He put a hand over Inuyasha's mouth, but he wouldn't be silenced. He struggled and tried to bite his hand, but Sesshomaru wrapped his obi around it so it wouldn't hurt him.

For the third time in one day, he dragged his little brother. When he reached his room, he tossed him on his bed, not caring that the child flipped over on his stomach, putting the food on the blankets. Then, before he knew what he was doing, Sesshomaru was finding him something to wear! He opened his dresser, but saw nothing but red. A message that an old girlfriend had sent him from MySpace flashed through his head. "If you wake up in some place completly red, don't worry. You're in my heart." He shook it away. Damnit Kagura...

He found the same scene in Inuyasha's closet. Fuck, he even copied my way of shopping, buy thousands of the same thing! Inuyasha hopped up from the bed and shoved him aside. "I wanna wear the red kimono!" He said. "They're all red, nitwit!" Sesshomaru huffed. "No, that one's burgandy." Sesshomaru gave a slow blink. Most men recognized only ten colors, the seven primary colors in the rainbow, then brown, black and gray. Shades like peach and "burgandy" weren't included in his vision. Burgandy was classified as red and peach...peach was nonexistant. And what the fuck was mauve?! Those were considered female colors, the one's used when choosing what color to decorate the house. Men didn't need to use such adjectives. Evidently, Izayoi was rubbing off on the hanyou.

Sesshomaru grabbed the "burgandy" outfit and threw it at him. "Here, wear that one. It has a much better looking looking piece of string around it." The joke went right over Inuyasha's head. Told ya his trains left at different times than others. Mine left at 8:00 a.m. His is just now departing at 8:00 p.m. Inuyasha eagerly put the kimono on as though it really were different.

Now that that was settled, Sesshomaru hoped to finally have some R&R with his book. If the idiot wanted anything, he'd let the servants handle it. Oh wait, they hated him. Still...the kid would be alright for a few hours, right? Right? Right.

Sesshomaru wasn't convinced though.


Okay, I'm already going lax on my comedy. But I'm getting sleepy but I finally had some time to write, so I took it before the rest of my family bombarded the computer! Still, hope you liked it, or at least found it mildly interesting. Hope to be back with more soon! Please review!