Chapter 13-Kilala gets blinded by Pride and Shippo smells loneliness
Kilala continued to proudly lead the way back to the cottage, still unaware that Kagome wasn't following behind.
Kilala spotted the clearing and the little wooden cottage a little further off. Kilala mewed proudly without looking back, and continued to lead the way.
Shippo inhaled deeply, letting the delicious smell of stew fill his lungs until he thought they would burst.
His chest puffed out proudly. He had helped search for the right herbs to make the stew, and had watched Sango cut them up perfectly before placing them carefully into the stew pot. After that, he had watched Miroku hack some dry wood into flawless sticks to feed the fire that would cook the stew. He had wanted to help, but Miroku had said that he was too young and would surely have cut himself. So he had settled himself down on the soft grass and had watched intently.
Sure, the stew probably wasn't going to be as yummy as the sweets that Kagome brung back from her era, but nevertheless, it still smelt good.
Shippo happily scampered over to the pot and gazed dreamily at the joyful flickering fire that danced under the pot, cooking the stew to perfection. He leaned over the pot on his tippy-toes; the steam kissed his face as he took in a deep breath of the lovely scent that came from the cooking broth.
The stew smelt of potatoes, carrots, celery, meat and tangy spices. It seemed his lungs couldn't fill themselves enough of it. Shippo had an overwhelming urge to dunk his head in the boiling stew and lap it all up with his tongue. He leaned over the pot a bit more, so far infact that he was afraid that he would topple into the lovely masterpiece.
"Smells good, huh?" A familiar voice brought him out of heaven and startled him so much, that he almost really did topple into the pot, but luckily the owner of the voice quickly grabbed him by the tail and cradled him in his arms.
Miroku smiled. "Careful there! Or you won't be around to enjoy the stew with us!"
Shippo smiled. And let out a hearty laugh. And then, suddenly, looked out towards the woods and sighed.
"I hope Kagome finds Inuyasha and brings him here before dinner…" Shippo looked up at Miroku sadly. "Dinner won't taste as good without their squabbling to ruin it!"
Miroku smiled kindly and put Shippo down. "Me too." He grinned. "Me too."
"It is just so lonely without their arguments…no matter how annoying they are…" Shippo stated, his cheerfulness quickly returning.
"Yes indeed…" Miroku agreed, nodding his head wisely and then smiling abruptly as he naughtily added, "I'll mostly miss Kagome though, for Sango is slapping me frequently now, and I ache to 'stretch my fingers'!"
Shippo looked at Miroku, unimpressed and rolled his eyes. "Oh jeez Miroku! You are a true womanizer, and that's saying something!" And with that, Shippo tottered off, leaving behind a confused Miroku and bringing with him, not the craving for the lovely stew, but a craving for Kagome and Inuyasha's company. For no matter how annoying, he felt empty inside without them and even if he had dunked his head in the stew and drank it up, it wouldn't take away the taste, smell, or feelingof theloneliness that followed him back to the cottage.
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