The Mokomoko Drabbles
Chapter 13: Remains
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
A/N: I'm actually kinda surprised. A lot of you want to read more about Toga. I guess it's because we don't get to see much of him in the anime. (^_^)
Just a reminder, Sessho and Rin are 10 years old and in the 4th grade now. More fluffiness to come!
~oOo~
The Takahashi residence on this Sunday morning was especially quiet. As far as Toga knew, the boys had yet to rise from their beds, judging by the lack of earth-rattling, destructive sonic booms that usually was emitting from downstairs. Raising two young demon sons was not always easy!
The daiyoukai kissed his mate, who still lay sleeping like a cute kitten, and crawled out of bed. He stretched briefly and rubbed his eyes before pulling on his favorite bathrobe and a pair of blue fuzzy bunny slippers ("Why, good morning Mr. Lefty! Mr. Righty!") Toga started for the kitchen, thinking maybe a small snack before breakfast sounded like a good idea. To avoid disrupting the blissful peace on his way down the squeaky stairs, he had developed a system of ninja-like techniques, lithely leaping from step to step, until finally he reached the ground floor, grinning in triumph. Leftover cinnamon apple pie, here I come!
It took him all of five seconds to reach the kitchen, now crimson eyes zeroed in on the refrigerator door. He daintily sniffed the air, as if scenting for an old lover…. Mr. Righty led took the first step.
A soft moan drifted from behind the island counter.
"Sesshomaru-sama, Rin does not feel well."
"This was all your idea, Mate. Not even Inuyasha would've been able to eat all of it, yet you insisted stuffing yourself plump." He sighed. "What is this Sesshomaru going to do with you?"
"…Hold Rin?"
Toga peeked his head over the counter. He'd forgotten Rin had spent the night in one of their guest bedrooms, but now the ningen was slump on the floor, her head in his eldest son's lap. She held her belly and let out another moan. "So full…"
Sesshomaru gave his father an apologetic look.
The demon lord gazed down at the scattered remains of his favorite dessert in horror. My pie…
Word Count: 381
~oOo~
A/N: Aw, poor Toga. Thanks for reading!