Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. This is purely for my own amusement.

Men Make Dinner Day

There were two things that were learned that day.

Touga learned that his sons should never, ever be allowed into the kitchen when it came to cooking.

While his son, Sesshomaru, learned that cooking should only be done by his father.

Here's how they came to that conclusion.

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Sesshomaru didn't think anything could go wrong. He'd cook before and nothing ended like it did today. This took the cake for anytime his brother had tried to cook and failed. The Worst Cook title was just passed onto him…

What his plan was, was to make dinner for his family and the Higurashi's but perhaps it was a better idea to go and ask his father to make it instead. Although, if his father ever saw the kitchen in this state… he would probably revoke ever giving his oldest the manor altogether.

How could he have foreseen this ever happening? With a heavy sigh, he took to seeing the damage. Eyes scanning the mess and nose giving him all the wrong signals, he went to the stove. It was the one thing that seemed to take the brunt of the force. Not to say, that, that was the only problem…

He took a towel and wet it, before putting out a small fire that had started during the time that he had been gaping at the disaster. The stove had its burners all black; the once white stove, now looking like it lost a fight with a volcano.

Opening the oven, a smell emitted that made him slam it shut just as quickly as he opened it. Eyes wide at what had been glanced at, Sesshomaru frantically looked around the area to see what he could use to clean that chaos with.

Most of everything in the kitchen was black with soot and debris, there was his father standing at the doorway, his brother off to the side—clearly trying not to laugh, the hand towels were half hanging, half turned to ash around the area—wait.

Sesshomaru turned his attention back to the doorway and paled. He could tell that his father didn't know how to react at what was in front of him. He cursed under his breath for not realizing it sooner that he had been standing there.

"Son," he spoke softly. It was never good when his father's tone was spoken quietly and even. "What in, seven hells, have you done?"

How was he supposed to get himself out of this one? His eyes shifted in an attempt to look for an exit. When he found none, he said, "I can explain."

Touga's face formed into an amused yet steady expression. "Try me."

His brother, who by now was silently laughing behind his father's back, was one step away from rolling on the floor. Inuyasha wheezed out, "Holy hell, how'd you manage to do worse than me?" His father smacked him from the side before striding into the kitchen. His youngest glared at him from behind.

Sesshomaru went to make up an excuse but came up with absolutely nothing. He bent his head in defeat as he watched his father walk over to the oven to open it. Touga immediately gagged at the smell but held it together enough to ask, "What… was in the oven before you turned it on?"

"Uh… I didn't look?"

"That's the first thing you always have to do before using the oven!"

"Well, whose fault is it that put those things in the oven in the first place?" he retorted, trying to put the blame on his father, which worked since the man went silent.

Inuyasha howled in his laughter. "Ha! You're both to blame!"

Son and father shared a look as both heads turned to the laughing hyena. Touga went to attack but Sesshomaru grabbed a handful of the ash towel and threw it at Inuyasha. Laughter was replaced with choking and hacking as one brother cackled.

"Sesshomaru, no more cooking in the kitchen from here on out, capeesh?"

"Yes dad," he said, not bothering to look at the male and chose to watch Inuyasha, gagging at the dust in his mouth.

"I take i-it we're having takeout?" Inuyasha managed to gasp out.

Touga looked over his kitchen, eyeing everything while saying, "We can't exactly eat anything in here for a while…" He pushed out Sesshomaru, who pushed Inuyasha so that they could move. "Son, call Kagome and ask if we could have dinner at her place. Don't give her an details about what has happened."

Sesshomaru smirked; thinking along the lines that he might just do that to spite his father but thought against it. He didn't need Kagome making fun of him… It was already bad enough that his brother had seen what he did.

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