Author's Note: Wrote this one for Forthright's 3rd Annual Halloween Challenge—specifically the "Squeamish" theme. The word count is 267, and the original posting date is October 31, 2008.
No Accounting for Taste
It was nauseating. Just the scent of it made his stomach lurch with every inhalation, so much so that he found himself breathing laboriously through his mouth to avoid it. The way it oozed from the small opening like the remains of some kind of poisonous serpent ground into a thick paste, the way it glowed an almost radioactive orange, so bright it nearly hurt his eyes to look at it, and yet he couldn't seem to look away—he seriously thought he was going to hurl.
And then she popped it in her mouth and chewed.
"Ugh!" Inuyasha exclaimed, scandalized, and Kagome glanced over at him from her end of the couch curiously.
"What?" she murmured.
"Why the hell would you put that stuff in your mouth?"
She tilted her head, giving him a bemused look. "Relax, Inuyasha. It's just Cheez Whiz…"
"That's supposed to be cheese?"
She rolled her eyes. "It is cheese. Here," she squirted another snake of the putrid stuff onto a cracker and extended it to him, "try some."
Startled, he scrambled away from the defiled cracker so energetically that he slipped off the edge of the sofa and landed in an undignified heap on the floor. Kagome snorted at him and shook her head, popping the cracker in her own mouth instead with a shrug. "You know," she said as she swallowed, "I always knew you must have a weakness in there somewhere. I just never thought it would be spreadable cheese…"
Inuyasha pouted and turned away, remaining on the floor as though he had always intended to be there. "Feh."