Title: Ramen Noodles

World: Cannon

Genre: Drama/Romance

Warnings: None

Rating: G

Pairing: Sango/InuYasha

I'm currently playing all different types of formatting because I'm sick of only doing the same old paragraph structure.

Dear Heavens, how can he eat so much?

Kagome had left enough ramen for the two of us while she was with Kaede this week.

We are going to run out.

He's eaten all of his for the week.

It's Monday.

Kagome was staying with Kaede and the other Mikos this week to hone her…

Well….

Less than extraordinary skills.

At least the Monk isn't here.

I've got enough problems.

Miroku had taken this week's rest time to go to Mushin's.

For general drunkenness and perverseness.

I don't care.

Shippo had gone with Kagome.

He is hers, after all.

She is his mother.

Do I belong to anyone?

Lord, he just kept going.

Does that stomach have no bottom?

Seven cups of Ramen.

Kagome's Instant Noodles from the future.

She had so much in the future.

She has so little.

I could never live in that future of hers.

She says the stars are not as shiny.

I like the stars.

Trees aren't as common.

I'd miss the fun climbing them.

Water falls from a faucet.

I'd rather have a waterfall.

I wouldn't be satisfied in her world.

I'm not satisfied in my own.

He's still eating.

"You done with that?"

"Huh?"

I look at my own untouched cup.

He grabs it.

He's eating my ramen now.

Baka.

"What if I wanted that?"

"Too slow."

When she's gone…

"What if I come take it from you?"

When he's gone…

"Would you really?"

"You would doubt me?"

"I don't doubt anything you do."

I kiss him.

When they leave…

When we are alone…

When no one's watching…

He loves me.

He loves me.

Not her.

Not anyone.

But Me.

But Me.

When they are here,

She gets in the way.

They get in the way

And he doesn't love me.

He wants me to believe that he does.

But I don't.

But I don't.

I only believe

Here…

Now…

He does.

And I am satisfied.

But he isn't.

He wants more.

He wants me.

He doesn't want her.

I don't want the Monk.

We will be together.

Until then,

Until that day,

He will be insatiable.

"Did you just steal back your noodles?"

"Maybe."

"Do you love me?"

"Maybe."

Until then,

"Will you ever stop eating?"

Until that day,

"Maybe."

He will be insatiable.

Gomen nasai if the format makes you angry. I've been writing boring old traditional paragraphs since 3rd grade. I want to play around. Plus, I think I am much better at deep emotional impacts when I don't get too wordy. That's my problem. I tend to be wordy. I'm like that. I went to Christian school all my life, we learn big words! Okay, I'm done. Please review. I want to know what y'all think about the format.