Ten

"Inuyasha—"

"What?" Inuyasha drew out, shifting his attention to his friend.

"How much ramen would you say you've consumed in the last four months?" Miroku asked. His eyes clearly scanned the room, glancing at each and every empty cup that was once filled with the glorious meal.

"Don't know, don't care," Inuyasha grinned. Absentmindedly, he punched the number he wanted to call into his phone. "Besides, it's not like I can't handle it."

"I was merely concerned with your obsessive habits," Miroku muttered.

"Pshw, obsessive habits," Inuyasha replied. "I don't have any obsessive habits."

Miroku cast his eyes across the room a second time, stating, "Yes, I can see that."

"Moshi, moshi! Jakotsu speaking!"

Quickly raising the phone to his ear, Inuyasha stated, "Uh, yeah, Jakotsu, I wanted to call and tell ya that that last batch of ramen I got was a little bland. If you could just tell Mukotsu that, that's be great, since—"

"How often have you been doing this?" Miroku asked, instantly catching onto Inuyasha's little scheme. Really, could he not simply buy some ramen from the store and cook it himself?

"—I'm sure he'll understand and try to make my next batch just the way I like it!" Inuyasha finished.

Miroku frowned, saying, "I don't think that's the best thing to do, Inuyasha."

Waving his hand in his friend's face, Inuyasha continued, "Oh, and—"

"Um," Jakotsu, surprisingly, gave an awkward pause. "Inuyasha—" Inuyasha stiffened at the sound of his name, instead of Jakotsu's cute nickname for him, "—I'm not quite sure how to tell you this, but… well, Mukotsu's told me to stop taking orders from you."

"W-what?!" Inuyasha gasped. No! No!

"My records show that almost every other bowl sent to you is complained about, and Mukotsu's tired of having to make a new batch just because you've found some small imperfections with it. So, I'm sorry, Inuyasha, but this is goodbye," Jakotsu said softly.

Inuyasha's eyes widened. "Wha—!"

"I'm sorry," Jakotsu said again, "but, you'll just have to call another ramen shop or buy some from the store from now on. Mukotsu doesn't want you calling this shop anymore for deliveries, and Bankotsu and Renkotsu—oh, I have to go, sorry again!"

The line went dead.

"Inuyasha?" Miroku asked, placing his hand onto his friend's shoulder. "Is everything alright?"

"They—they—" Inuyasha blinked in surprise.

"Are you alright?" Miroku pressed.

"They banned me from ordering delivered ramen!" Inuyasha shouted.

Miroku shook his head. "Well—"

"Can you believe this!" Inuyasha continued, nearly hysterical.

Surprisingly, Miroku's hand flew across Inuyasha's face, leaving a sting behind.

"Did you just—?" Inuyasha asked slowly.

"Yes, and I apologize, Inuyasha, but it was for your own good," Miroku stated.

Inuyasha pouted afterward, mumbling, "Damn it, I knew that place was too goddamn good to be true."

"No, no, Inuyasha," Miroku shook his head. "You merely took it one step too far."

Inuyasha merely scowled.

--Fin

KibaSin: And that's the end of me messing with Inuyasha's life and favorite food. Lol.

Kiba