Inuyasha fumbled with his house keys furiously. He had had a few too many empanadas to eat at the restaurant the group had decided to have their reunion at and had been regretting it sorely for the past half hour. He had tried one of Kagome's much to her displeasure and, finding it mildly spicy but delicious nonetheless, decided to order several. Miroku had warned him not to over indulge himself on the unfamiliar food as the place was relatively new and they as a collective never had mexican before. He ignored the indigo eyed gentleman in favour of his own pride. The key finally fit in the lock and he all but threw open the door to run to the bathroom, his heart sinking when his belt buckle and jean button almost seemed to rebel against him. He needed to go now. No sooner had he pulled his pants down and plopped on the seat, his rear erupted into liquid fire for the fourth time that night. As his stomach protested violently, his earlier words seemed to kick him in the shins
'Keh, what do you know poetry boy, I got the stomach of steel remember?'
He had been on his 6th empanada then and wondered when his torment would end now. He had only left the restaurant out of embarrassment after his last visit to the toilet; he had been particularly gassy that time. Sango's parting words resonated in his spirit loud enough to distract him from the thought that his neighbours could probably hear him groaning.
'I hope the fates reward you well for testing their patience Inuyasha. Maybe you'll start to treat your stomach better'
As another eruption tore from his system burning as much as his stomach did after his twelfth tasty treat. Miroku had always said that everyone would have to conquer a beast of burden many times over in life and he never understood until now.
Only his beast was the fire breathing dragon that was his stomach.
Prompt: Dragon
Word count: 338
