Disclaimer: Again, I DON'T OWN INU-YASHA OR ITS CHARACTERS! I don't wanna
see ANY suing around here. . . .
Author's note: "Onakasuitenai" is translated as "I'm not hungry" in Japanese. If anyone has any questions about the Japanese language, feel free to ask me! I speak fluently at home.
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Inu-Yasha sat glaring at the door with his worst look of madness. This was one FINE situation he got himself into, and he had no way out of it.
"Keh, so the old woman thinks she's won does she? Well if she ever DOES come back I'll cook her over a bon fire for all I care. . ." He turned his back to the door, his arms still tied.
"But for now, I guess it's all I've got. . . "
Scattered all around the room, he found himself a batch of scallions (called negi), a large Japanese radish (called daikon), a sack of sweet potatos (called imo), a huge bag of rice (as Japanese people call it 'kome' or 'gohan'), and also a small container of bean paste (used to make miso soup). There was also a wild duck quacking at him mercilessly while it ran around the room.
"And what am I supposed to do with this. . .?"
He prodded the duck with his thumb, and it big his finger so hard and it wouldn't let go.
"AUGH! @#!?*&!!!!!!"
"Quack!" SMASH!! "Quack!" SMASH!! "Quack!!" SMASH "Qua-" THUMP.
He landed on it forcefully while sucking at his thumb.
"That thould thut him up."
For the next three hours he found himself moping in the corner, still sucking at his thumb while the duck was starting to come alive again under his hind. "quack. . . . ."
"Thtupid Kaede. . .I'll get her for thith." So what if I can't cook? Once I'm full demon I'm gonna be eating my food raw anyway. . .but. . .I still feel stupid. I. . .I think I'm gonna cry. . . . . AND HE DID. He rubbed at his eyes till they puffed out red and bulgy. Curse it all. . . .
"Awwee, is the little puppy feeling lonely today? Poor puppy." Miroku gave him a poppy face. "Would the puppy like a hug?" With that Inu-Yasha chucked the half-smashed duck at his face. The next five minutes was spent enjoyably watching Miroku bang his head against the wall to try to get the duck to lose the appetite for his nose.
"Stupid duck! It's eating me alive!!"
"That's what you get monk, you nearly made me paranoid. How'd you get here?"
Miroku turned to face him, with the duck still hanging from his nose.
"Wat? Did you say something?"
The nasal voice and the condition the monk was in made Inu-Yasha look like he was about to self-destruct himself into laughter. It was amazing how he managed to get over it. (After 30 minutes, that is. . .)
"I know this was YOUR idea Miroku. . ."
All he got was a innocent look.
"I just wanted to help the poor woman. Well now as you can see, your 'beloved' Kagome, as well as MY Sango cast me in here because I was doing something that appeared to be unexpected. . .;;"
"Which was. . ?"
All he got was an uneasy silence.
"Alright, maybe I'd rather not know."
"THAT, you are correct."
"Well then, since this was YOUR idea, YOU ought to do some cooking."
Inu-Yasha gave the monk an expectant look.
"Who, me?"
"Who else? The duck?"
They looked at the stupid thing that was waddling around in circles.
"Quack?"
"I see your point." Miroku sighed as he turned to Inu-Yasha.
"We might as well start the fire."
Miroku picked up a log and a stick and began to rub them together. It finally flared up with a small flame. He looked around stupidly for assistance.
"Now where do I put this?"
He was two seconds away from placing the mini-torch to the floor when-
"WAIT!!!!!!!!"
Kagome and Sango came barging in (from who-knows-where) and both landed in a heap on top of the monk. Miroku, who obviously got distracted, didn't seem to be understand what he was doing and he-
"STUPID JERK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY PANTS?!"
A small flame lit up Inu-Yasha's bright red pants and began to burn. Shippo crept out from the human heap and began to dance around.
"Wheee! It's the pantsy dance!! Do your moves Inu-Yasha!!"
Kagome managed to get to her immense backpack to withdraw her saucepan.
"Inu-Yasha! Hang on, and STAY STILL!!"
"WAAAH! GET AWAY FROM ME WOMAN!!"
The two of them began running around the tiny room while Shippo continued with his 'pantsy dance' with Inu-Yasha.
"Wheee! Do the twist! Do the twist!"
Sango finally came back into conciousness and gaped at Kagome, who was knocking Inu-Yasha senseless with her saucepan in hopes to get the fire out.
"Stupid, umph! Inu-Yasha! Hyaa! Arr, get back here! Shippo, help me!!"
Shippo: "Whee, we get to have homemade hanyou for dinner!!"
"Shuddup and get this fire out! How many people agree with kitsune-udon tonight?"(Kitsune udon = a certain type of Japanese noodals. I dunno why they have the name 'kitsune' in there.) The little fox began smacking Inu- Yasha's legs with a cute look of fear in his face. The fire was finally out, and now was time for serious thinking to do.
"Alright, who's gonna cook?" Inu-Yasha looked around for any hands. None.
"Inu-Yasha, this punishment was originally for YOU, so YOU ought to do the cooking!" Kagome looked at him like she was waiting for an answer.
"Grrr, fine then. But let me tell you, I'M NOT GONNA HANDLE THE DUCK!!" Everyone looked at the duck, who again looked at then stupidly with a "quack" and began waddling again.
"So, who gets to slaughter the duck?"
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Yes yes, it's time for the duck to show up! How will our friends handle it? PLEASE R+R!! I need encouragement!!
~Momori ^0^
Author's note: "Onakasuitenai" is translated as "I'm not hungry" in Japanese. If anyone has any questions about the Japanese language, feel free to ask me! I speak fluently at home.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Inu-Yasha sat glaring at the door with his worst look of madness. This was one FINE situation he got himself into, and he had no way out of it.
"Keh, so the old woman thinks she's won does she? Well if she ever DOES come back I'll cook her over a bon fire for all I care. . ." He turned his back to the door, his arms still tied.
"But for now, I guess it's all I've got. . . "
Scattered all around the room, he found himself a batch of scallions (called negi), a large Japanese radish (called daikon), a sack of sweet potatos (called imo), a huge bag of rice (as Japanese people call it 'kome' or 'gohan'), and also a small container of bean paste (used to make miso soup). There was also a wild duck quacking at him mercilessly while it ran around the room.
"And what am I supposed to do with this. . .?"
He prodded the duck with his thumb, and it big his finger so hard and it wouldn't let go.
"AUGH! @#!?*&!!!!!!"
"Quack!" SMASH!! "Quack!" SMASH!! "Quack!!" SMASH "Qua-" THUMP.
He landed on it forcefully while sucking at his thumb.
"That thould thut him up."
For the next three hours he found himself moping in the corner, still sucking at his thumb while the duck was starting to come alive again under his hind. "quack. . . . ."
"Thtupid Kaede. . .I'll get her for thith." So what if I can't cook? Once I'm full demon I'm gonna be eating my food raw anyway. . .but. . .I still feel stupid. I. . .I think I'm gonna cry. . . . . AND HE DID. He rubbed at his eyes till they puffed out red and bulgy. Curse it all. . . .
"Awwee, is the little puppy feeling lonely today? Poor puppy." Miroku gave him a poppy face. "Would the puppy like a hug?" With that Inu-Yasha chucked the half-smashed duck at his face. The next five minutes was spent enjoyably watching Miroku bang his head against the wall to try to get the duck to lose the appetite for his nose.
"Stupid duck! It's eating me alive!!"
"That's what you get monk, you nearly made me paranoid. How'd you get here?"
Miroku turned to face him, with the duck still hanging from his nose.
"Wat? Did you say something?"
The nasal voice and the condition the monk was in made Inu-Yasha look like he was about to self-destruct himself into laughter. It was amazing how he managed to get over it. (After 30 minutes, that is. . .)
"I know this was YOUR idea Miroku. . ."
All he got was a innocent look.
"I just wanted to help the poor woman. Well now as you can see, your 'beloved' Kagome, as well as MY Sango cast me in here because I was doing something that appeared to be unexpected. . .;;"
"Which was. . ?"
All he got was an uneasy silence.
"Alright, maybe I'd rather not know."
"THAT, you are correct."
"Well then, since this was YOUR idea, YOU ought to do some cooking."
Inu-Yasha gave the monk an expectant look.
"Who, me?"
"Who else? The duck?"
They looked at the stupid thing that was waddling around in circles.
"Quack?"
"I see your point." Miroku sighed as he turned to Inu-Yasha.
"We might as well start the fire."
Miroku picked up a log and a stick and began to rub them together. It finally flared up with a small flame. He looked around stupidly for assistance.
"Now where do I put this?"
He was two seconds away from placing the mini-torch to the floor when-
"WAIT!!!!!!!!"
Kagome and Sango came barging in (from who-knows-where) and both landed in a heap on top of the monk. Miroku, who obviously got distracted, didn't seem to be understand what he was doing and he-
"STUPID JERK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY PANTS?!"
A small flame lit up Inu-Yasha's bright red pants and began to burn. Shippo crept out from the human heap and began to dance around.
"Wheee! It's the pantsy dance!! Do your moves Inu-Yasha!!"
Kagome managed to get to her immense backpack to withdraw her saucepan.
"Inu-Yasha! Hang on, and STAY STILL!!"
"WAAAH! GET AWAY FROM ME WOMAN!!"
The two of them began running around the tiny room while Shippo continued with his 'pantsy dance' with Inu-Yasha.
"Wheee! Do the twist! Do the twist!"
Sango finally came back into conciousness and gaped at Kagome, who was knocking Inu-Yasha senseless with her saucepan in hopes to get the fire out.
"Stupid, umph! Inu-Yasha! Hyaa! Arr, get back here! Shippo, help me!!"
Shippo: "Whee, we get to have homemade hanyou for dinner!!"
"Shuddup and get this fire out! How many people agree with kitsune-udon tonight?"(Kitsune udon = a certain type of Japanese noodals. I dunno why they have the name 'kitsune' in there.) The little fox began smacking Inu- Yasha's legs with a cute look of fear in his face. The fire was finally out, and now was time for serious thinking to do.
"Alright, who's gonna cook?" Inu-Yasha looked around for any hands. None.
"Inu-Yasha, this punishment was originally for YOU, so YOU ought to do the cooking!" Kagome looked at him like she was waiting for an answer.
"Grrr, fine then. But let me tell you, I'M NOT GONNA HANDLE THE DUCK!!" Everyone looked at the duck, who again looked at then stupidly with a "quack" and began waddling again.
"So, who gets to slaughter the duck?"
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Yes yes, it's time for the duck to show up! How will our friends handle it? PLEASE R+R!! I need encouragement!!
~Momori ^0^