The Ramen Shop
By: Kiba/KibaSin
Summary: Inuyasha simply could not believe it. It had to be too good to be true.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Inuyasha series. It belongs to Takahashi Rumiko-sama.
Genre: General
Rating: K+
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Note: There are ten, and only ten, 'drabbles' within this series. They are all under six hundred words.
I messed with a few ages in order to get most of the Inuyasha characters into the story (or at least mentioned) so some out of character-ness might occur.
This is also AU, so anything that does not go with the Inuyasha series came from my imagination. And, because it is AU, that is the reason I messed with the delivery system (instead of pizza, Inuyasha gets delivered ramen).
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One
"No way."
"Do you think I am capable of lying about such a thing?"
"You've got to be shittin' me!" Inuyasha growled. "And I'm not fallin' for another one of yer damn tricks, Miroku."
Sighing, Miroku brushed his hand over his shirt absentmindedly. Then, he said, "I swear upon my father's grave—"
"Yeah, yeah," Inuyasha huffed. "'I swear upon my father's grave that I would never commit such a sin'. Cut the crap, Miroku. I'm not fallin' for it."
"Really now," Miroku glowered, "there is no reason to be rude."
Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha stated, "And there's no reason for you to lie to me all the damn time."
"That one time was merely a mistake, Inuyasha." Miroku was quick to defend himself. "How was I to know that our sweet, sweet little Kagome had taken such a liking to your brother?"
"Half-brother!" he snapped. It still hurt a little, though. Deep down. Knowing that the sweet, innocent girl he had befriended and loved so long ago was probably bending over somewhere for his dick-face half-brother, Sesshoumaru.
"Yes, well," Miroku coughed. "I could not have predicted that Sesshoumaru would react so violently to your little, romantic gesture, or that Kagome would immediately beg you to forgive her because she loves your half-brother."
Needing to get off the subject, Inuyasha asked, "So, were you lyin' or not? Is there really a new ramen stand a few blocks over?"
Smiling, Miroku nodded. "Indeed there is. From what I hear, they even deliver."
"D-deliver?!?" Inuyasha blinked in surprise. No way. Just, no way. "There's no—"
"I assure you," Miroku chuckled, "I even called to check myself. They will deliver your ramen each and every day, through sun or rain, as fresh and warm as they can possibly keep it during the trip. But, a quick zap in the microwave should boost it back up to the temperature you want it at."
"They'll deliver here?"
"Yes." Miroku nodded, again, to reassure him a little more. "They said that they do not have the right equipment at the moment to deliver all the way to my house, but you live so close by that they would even be willing to walk it over here with extra care."
"Holy—!"
"I told you, you'd like it," Miroku told him.
"If you'd said you checked it out earlier," Inuyasha scowled, "we could have avoided this whole thing."
"Or—" he began.
"Don't even start," Inuyasha snarled.
Chuckling under his breath, Miroku replied, "I wouldn't dream of it."