InuYasha and The Bath
Izayoi shoved InuYasha toward the wooden tub of water behind their house. "No! No! No!" He yelled, digging his feet into the ground. "I don't wanna!"
"Get in! You're covered in mud and you're covering me in mud with you!" she said as she pushed him closer. For a little guy, he was getting stronger. With a burst of strength, she lifted him up and dropped him into the cold water. He flew out of it, screaming and mud flying off of him in big globs. "No! No! No! No!" he yelled. He took off toward the village and Izayoi tore after him. She reached him just as he reached the border of the village and managed to grab him before too many people saw him. Struggling with her squirming son, she trudged back to the tub and tossed him in, holding him down with one hand and scrubbing his hair with the other. He splashed, thrashed and screamed the entire time, soaking Izayoi as well as getting clean with his own struggles. Finally, she sighed heavily and fell back, expecting him to fly out of the water as though scalded and take off toward the village again. But to her surprise, he stayed in the tub, laughing and playing with the bubbles from the sheep tallow soap. Izayoi sat up. "InuYasha, what are you doing? You're clean, you can get out." She said, out of breath. He looked at her and blinked. "Aw, do I hafta?" he whined.
Izayoi groaned in frustration. She stood up. "Just stay in there." She grumbled. "Now I need a bath."
With that, she stomped off into the woods to find a stream. InuYasha shook his head. "Poor mommy. She's so fizzled."
With that, he sank beneath the water and proceeded to blow bubbles toward the surface.
A/N: He means frazzled, but being a little kid, he doesn't know how to pronounce it correctly.
