Disclamer: We do not Inuyasha, T.T
4:00:
Sesshomaru sighed.
It should be a world record.
It should be shamed by mankind.
It should be looked down upon by any civilized being.
For the 999th time, Naraku had forgotten…..
… to buy their traditional Sunday meatloaf.
"Naraku, go buy the meatloaf."
Naraku didn't even glance at him over the top of his book.
"You get it."
"Don't try me, kumo."
That definitely earned a look from his black-haired counterpart.
"Why ever not?"
Thunk.
"Naraku, get the meatloaf."
5:00:
Naraku had finally woken up, in a rather different mood than before.
"Sesshomaru, you bast-…"
Sesshomaru had swooped down on him, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"Naraku, get the meatloaf."
6:00:
Naraku sighed. He had used his hard-earned money to buy the stinking meatloaf so many times, so why couldn't he get it now?
Then came the dreaded words.
"Naraku, get the meatloaf."
"Damn you!"
Thump.
7:00:
Naraku woke to a very surprising sight.
It would have blown the mind out of anybody.
It would have put a slug tap-dancing to shame.
Sesshomaru had gotten the meatloaf.
The table was beautifully set, with the oh-so-glorious meatloaf as the centerpiece.
"Sesshomaru…..you got the meatloaf…?"
"I did."
Naraku stared at the meatloaf, his mouth slightly ajar.
Sesshomaru's perfectly-done eyebrows lifted. "And?"
"Well…..it's the first time you've ever been nice to me."
The two stared at each other, Naraku trying to suppress a grin.
Splash.
"Naraku, get the wine."