Ramen Anonymous
October 15, 2009
Last night I suffered one of the biggest betrayals of my life. I thought that nothing would top Kiko and her wretched arrow but I was wrong. Kagome managed to beat it with my "Intervention". She was not the only one in on it either. Sango, Miroku, Shippo, all of them traitors. Last night, while I slept, they snuck up on me. They tied me up and carried me to the well. I think they must have drugged me, because I didn't wake up, even when they threw me down into the well. Probably something in that sake Miroku gave me. I knew that it tasted funny.
The next thing I know I wake up tied to a chair in Kagome's living room. The whole gang was there which surprised me. They would have had to been brought through the well one by one. Must have taken some time. My traveling companions were not the only one present. Kagome's family too. When I awoke, I could see their faces in the shadows in the dark room I was trapped in. My head hurt, probably an effect of the alcohol or the drugs I could figure out which. After my eyes cleared and I realized where I was, I moved to stand only to discover my bindings. I struggled against them but refused to budge no matter how much I thrashed. Keade must have been in on this too because only an enchanted set of bindings could hold me down so well. Giving up on the notion that I could escapee these ropes myself, I called out to Kagome, demanding for her to release me.
"No Inuyasha, I can't do that. It's for your own good. We just need to make sure that you will listen to us." Kagome said, emerging from the shadows.
"What are you talking about? Untie me now."
"No, we have all discussed the subject of your ramen consumption. And we have decided that you have a problem. It's not your fault, its mine. I'm the one who brought the stuff over, but it's gone to far. We have to help you stop." Kagome looked at me with tears in her eyes. Her pain kept me from processing her words for a moment.
"What?! My ramen consumption? What are you guys trying to say?"
Miroku stepped forward and placed a hand on Kagome's shoulder. "What she is trying to say in that you have become an addiction. Your dependent on ramen has grown to a dangerous and consuming habit. You're using Kagome to get it; you have been abusive and destructive. You're foul mouthed and ill tempered."
"I was that way before. I even meant Kagome."
"Yes, but since you have been eating ramen your attitude problems have gotten progressively worse. Think Inuyasha, how many times have you beaten up poor little Shippo just because he had reached for the last bowl? How many fights have you had with Kagome after she spent hours cooking you a meal because all you could think about was ramen? Kagome tells me that she has found you on several occasions just staring for hours at a ramen display through a store window. You're obsessed. We have decided to get you some professional help. You have to give it up." Miroku stated, his eyes pleading with me to listen.
I looked away. "Give up ramen? Why should I? No, never." I shook my head glaring at him. I immediately regretted it when I saw the pain in his eyes. A pain that I could not possibly ignore.
He turned away from me. "So that's the way you feel then. You won't give up ramen even for your friends. I shouldn't be surprised, but I am. I guess that I thought that there was a possibility that you were different. I had hoped that you would not be like the other demons, totally selfish and obsessive. But I guess I was wrong. Perhaps you're just like the others after all."
I flinched. I really was not as bad as the other demons right? I remembered that hog demon and his many wives, Hosinki and his horde of jewels, and Naraku and his obsession with the jewel. I look from face to worried face. They really do care for me don't they? My stomach drops. I have hurt them haven't I? But I am not addicted. Sure, I eat it a lot and sure I sometimes get mad when Kagome forgets to bring me some, and yes, I sometimes snap at Shippo when he tries to steal the last bowl but that is because its mine. I am not addicted to ramen. I don't have a problem.
"Then prove it." Kagome stated making me jump as my train of thought was broken. I had not realized that I had been speaking aloud. "Go to treatment. If you are really not addicted then they will be able to tell us right away. They will release you and you can go back to the feudal era no questions asked. I will even apologize to you for dragging you here."
"Why should I go if I know I don't have a problem?" I spat back at her, getting impatient with all these accusations.
"Because I'm worried about you and because I'm your friend. Isn't that enough." Kagome bit her lip as tears started to streak down her face, making my stomach clench. Damn, why did she have to start crying? Glancing around again, I took in the sorrow filled eyes of my worried filled friends. I saw the weariness and pain I had caused them and every ounce of stubbornness and resolve leave me. They were my friends, my family, and they had stuck by me through everything. All they ask in return is for companionship and protection and they feel that ramen is keeping me from doing that. I growled softly as I consider this. Aren't a few days without ramen worth their happiness? If that is all it would take to make them, happy then that is what I will do. Sighing, I nod my head. "Alright, I will do it."
Kagome smiled and I knew that it would be well worth it just for the look of joy and relief in her eyes. Yes, I would go to treatment if only for her.