Disclaimer: I repeat, I don't own Inu-Yasha or any of its characters
because Rumiko Takahashi and Viz owns it. How many times do I have to say
this to make a point? Excuse me? Hello?
A/N: THANK YOU REVIEWERS!! LOVE YOU ALL! Always remember that I take in criticism as well, so feel free to give me some if you've got any. I wanna please all readers here. . .^_^
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"Kagome, how do you work this thing?"
Inu-Yasha sat in front of the old fashioned rice cooker.
"You see that container on top? You wash the rice and put it there. Then you make a fire in the oven thingy under it and let it sit while it cooks."
"Right. I'm not doin' it."
"That's what YOU think. . . ."
Kagome lifted the electronic, modernized rice cooker from her world threateningly. It was quite pointless to have it if you had no place to plug it in. . .;; Inu-Yasha growled and went to work. Shippo bounded right next to him.
"You're making the fire aren't you?"
"What do you think, twirp?"
"I wanna see you do the pantsy dance again!!"
All he got was a hard smack.
"Dang!"
"That's what you get."
Kagome turned around to chop the rest of the vegetables. But she got distracted when she saw Miroku having a feverish discussion with the delicious-looking-yet-still-alive duck in the corner.
"Quack, quackquack. . ."
"I see, I didn't realize what you had gone through."
"quack quack, quackquack quack. . ."
"You poor soul, I shall lift your wishes up in prayer. . ."
"Miroku-sama are you finished?"
Miroku looked up to find Kagome glaring down at him, as if she were some ogre about to eat him.
"I shall get to right away ma'am. . ."
"good."
For the second time, Kagome's attention got distracted to find Shippo sitting in the center of an array of broken up parts of the electronic rice cooker. He was happily stirring up a smooth beat with his hands. Sango, beside him did a little dance.
"Not bad, Shippo-chan!"
"Thanks Sango!"
It was a bad choice, because that complement had given Miroku the worst idea known to man. Behind her, Kagome could hear wailing. . .or WAS it wailing?
"When somebody looves yooouuuu, it's no gooooood unless he looovees yoooouuuuu, aaaalllllllll thhe waaaaaaayyyyyyy. . .!!"
All action was stopped here. Miroku singing? It was unheard of, or rather it wasn't NECESSARY to be heard. . . Him and his homemade instrument made of a bowl used to put in a electronic rice cooker with strings from Sessy's boa to strum across.
"Tallllerrrr, then the taaaaalllest treeee issss, that's how it's got to gooooo-"
CLANG!!
The next moment, Miroku was seen with Kagome's saucepan jotting across his head and the wailing duck stuck in his instrument.
"quaaaaak.. . . "
Surprisingly enough, Kagome say Shippo with his veins popping and standing with a trembling body.
"Gosh, that sounded even worse then Inu-Yasha's constipating moans, damn it!"
"Why you little. . ."
Inu-Yasha rose to teach him a lesson when he received another pot in his face.
"Not bad Shippo-chan, where'd you learn to aim?"
Sango complemented him from behind.
"Thanks Sango, but I'm not as good as you yet!"
He proceeded with his drums. This time, Sango used her Hiraikotsu (translated as boomerang bone) to join along in the beat. Kagome found herself tapping the knife down rhythmically as she chopped the potatos. Miroku sat in the corner struggling to get the duck out of his instrument.
"Enough Shippo, we ought to settle this!"
Miroku rose in a challenge. And with his little voice, Shippo accepted.
"BRING IT ON!!"
Both set to work on setting up pots and pans to make their own drumsets. Then an unpleasant feeling caught Kagome. Smoke? She could hear Inu-Yasha coughing. She ran to his side to help him.
"Inu-Yasha! Are you alright?'
"Yeah."
He looked up to see her concerned expression and blushed again, for the third time.
"Kagome, I hadn't realized how much you worried about me. . ."
He took her hands in his, and gazed deeply into her eyes. Kagome could feel heart beating uncontrollably.
"I-Inu-Yasha. . .?"
"Yes?"
"W-What's that smell?"
He hadn't realized it until he snapped back into realization. He had just gotten the fire going, and had been kneeling right in front of the oven. . .not to mention that the sparks had reached his pants and had started burning. . .;;
"YEEAAAUGH!!!!"
He leaped up in a frenzy, making such a commotion that the furious dual between Shippo and Miroku had been paused for the moment.
"HE'S AT IT!! HE'S DOING THE PANTSY DANCE!!"
Shippo quickly began beating at a fast paced rhythm to match Inu-Yasha's 'elegant' movements. Miroku joined in without hesitation. Kagome and Sango clapped to the beat.
"This could be a custom. . .or even traditional, wouldn't you say?"
"Sure, why not? I mean, this the what, second time?"
"Enough to be traditional."
"Exactly."
"IDIOTS!! GET THIS FIRE OUT!!"
Inu-Yasha tried batting the fire out himself, but his baggy sleeves got in the way and were also set on fire.
"DAMN IT!"
Maybe if I smother it. . .
Inu-Yasha then took his flaming arm and sandwiched it between his legs. He pulled his arm out, looking fine and unharmed. He sighed with relief.
"There, I-"
He looked down, only to find a VERY UNCOMFORTABLE spot aflame like never before. He could see the eyes of everybody observing gaping exceedingly unpleasantly at him.
"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Having no choice, he beat it out using everybody part available, but mainly his hands. He beat the flame out till he felt sore. Even with the fire out, the observers couldn't help staring. The females eventually had to look away. Luckily, the flame hadn't burnt a hole through any of his clothing. Shippo began clapping.
"ENCORE! ENCORE!!"
"Shippo-chan, DON'T SAY THAT!!"
"BUT THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL ENTERTAINMENT!!"
"We have our reasons Shippo-chan, please listen to Kagome-chan here."
Sango picked him out tenderly and hugged him. But she still kept her eyes out of Inu-Yasha's view. Kagome continued turning her back to Inu-Yasha.
"Is it safe to look yet?"
"Kagome-sama, I suggest you help him immediately. . ."
Miroku finally spoke after a long time staring. Kagome turned around only to find Inu-Yasha sprawled out on the floor twitching madly. His precious red pants were burnt in ahem some places. . .
"Inu-Yasha!! Daijyoobu?" (translated, 'are you ok?")
There was no response.
"Oh well, looks like we're gonna have to do something about his pants before we go any further. I don't want anything ahem bad happening."
"I agree. Let me go ask the village people for a needle and thread."
"Thanks, Sango-chan."
Shippo added the last comment.
"Now THAT was traditional!! It should be a custom!!"
"Shippo-chan, shut up."
"But it SHOULD!"
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Hehehehehehehehe, let me tell you readers, this is a true incident. ^_^ I'm not saying anymore. . .Please R+R!!
A/N: THANK YOU REVIEWERS!! LOVE YOU ALL! Always remember that I take in criticism as well, so feel free to give me some if you've got any. I wanna please all readers here. . .^_^
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"Kagome, how do you work this thing?"
Inu-Yasha sat in front of the old fashioned rice cooker.
"You see that container on top? You wash the rice and put it there. Then you make a fire in the oven thingy under it and let it sit while it cooks."
"Right. I'm not doin' it."
"That's what YOU think. . . ."
Kagome lifted the electronic, modernized rice cooker from her world threateningly. It was quite pointless to have it if you had no place to plug it in. . .;; Inu-Yasha growled and went to work. Shippo bounded right next to him.
"You're making the fire aren't you?"
"What do you think, twirp?"
"I wanna see you do the pantsy dance again!!"
All he got was a hard smack.
"Dang!"
"That's what you get."
Kagome turned around to chop the rest of the vegetables. But she got distracted when she saw Miroku having a feverish discussion with the delicious-looking-yet-still-alive duck in the corner.
"Quack, quackquack. . ."
"I see, I didn't realize what you had gone through."
"quack quack, quackquack quack. . ."
"You poor soul, I shall lift your wishes up in prayer. . ."
"Miroku-sama are you finished?"
Miroku looked up to find Kagome glaring down at him, as if she were some ogre about to eat him.
"I shall get to right away ma'am. . ."
"good."
For the second time, Kagome's attention got distracted to find Shippo sitting in the center of an array of broken up parts of the electronic rice cooker. He was happily stirring up a smooth beat with his hands. Sango, beside him did a little dance.
"Not bad, Shippo-chan!"
"Thanks Sango!"
It was a bad choice, because that complement had given Miroku the worst idea known to man. Behind her, Kagome could hear wailing. . .or WAS it wailing?
"When somebody looves yooouuuu, it's no gooooood unless he looovees yoooouuuuu, aaaalllllllll thhe waaaaaaayyyyyyy. . .!!"
All action was stopped here. Miroku singing? It was unheard of, or rather it wasn't NECESSARY to be heard. . . Him and his homemade instrument made of a bowl used to put in a electronic rice cooker with strings from Sessy's boa to strum across.
"Tallllerrrr, then the taaaaalllest treeee issss, that's how it's got to gooooo-"
CLANG!!
The next moment, Miroku was seen with Kagome's saucepan jotting across his head and the wailing duck stuck in his instrument.
"quaaaaak.. . . "
Surprisingly enough, Kagome say Shippo with his veins popping and standing with a trembling body.
"Gosh, that sounded even worse then Inu-Yasha's constipating moans, damn it!"
"Why you little. . ."
Inu-Yasha rose to teach him a lesson when he received another pot in his face.
"Not bad Shippo-chan, where'd you learn to aim?"
Sango complemented him from behind.
"Thanks Sango, but I'm not as good as you yet!"
He proceeded with his drums. This time, Sango used her Hiraikotsu (translated as boomerang bone) to join along in the beat. Kagome found herself tapping the knife down rhythmically as she chopped the potatos. Miroku sat in the corner struggling to get the duck out of his instrument.
"Enough Shippo, we ought to settle this!"
Miroku rose in a challenge. And with his little voice, Shippo accepted.
"BRING IT ON!!"
Both set to work on setting up pots and pans to make their own drumsets. Then an unpleasant feeling caught Kagome. Smoke? She could hear Inu-Yasha coughing. She ran to his side to help him.
"Inu-Yasha! Are you alright?'
"Yeah."
He looked up to see her concerned expression and blushed again, for the third time.
"Kagome, I hadn't realized how much you worried about me. . ."
He took her hands in his, and gazed deeply into her eyes. Kagome could feel heart beating uncontrollably.
"I-Inu-Yasha. . .?"
"Yes?"
"W-What's that smell?"
He hadn't realized it until he snapped back into realization. He had just gotten the fire going, and had been kneeling right in front of the oven. . .not to mention that the sparks had reached his pants and had started burning. . .;;
"YEEAAAUGH!!!!"
He leaped up in a frenzy, making such a commotion that the furious dual between Shippo and Miroku had been paused for the moment.
"HE'S AT IT!! HE'S DOING THE PANTSY DANCE!!"
Shippo quickly began beating at a fast paced rhythm to match Inu-Yasha's 'elegant' movements. Miroku joined in without hesitation. Kagome and Sango clapped to the beat.
"This could be a custom. . .or even traditional, wouldn't you say?"
"Sure, why not? I mean, this the what, second time?"
"Enough to be traditional."
"Exactly."
"IDIOTS!! GET THIS FIRE OUT!!"
Inu-Yasha tried batting the fire out himself, but his baggy sleeves got in the way and were also set on fire.
"DAMN IT!"
Maybe if I smother it. . .
Inu-Yasha then took his flaming arm and sandwiched it between his legs. He pulled his arm out, looking fine and unharmed. He sighed with relief.
"There, I-"
He looked down, only to find a VERY UNCOMFORTABLE spot aflame like never before. He could see the eyes of everybody observing gaping exceedingly unpleasantly at him.
"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Having no choice, he beat it out using everybody part available, but mainly his hands. He beat the flame out till he felt sore. Even with the fire out, the observers couldn't help staring. The females eventually had to look away. Luckily, the flame hadn't burnt a hole through any of his clothing. Shippo began clapping.
"ENCORE! ENCORE!!"
"Shippo-chan, DON'T SAY THAT!!"
"BUT THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL ENTERTAINMENT!!"
"We have our reasons Shippo-chan, please listen to Kagome-chan here."
Sango picked him out tenderly and hugged him. But she still kept her eyes out of Inu-Yasha's view. Kagome continued turning her back to Inu-Yasha.
"Is it safe to look yet?"
"Kagome-sama, I suggest you help him immediately. . ."
Miroku finally spoke after a long time staring. Kagome turned around only to find Inu-Yasha sprawled out on the floor twitching madly. His precious red pants were burnt in ahem some places. . .
"Inu-Yasha!! Daijyoobu?" (translated, 'are you ok?")
There was no response.
"Oh well, looks like we're gonna have to do something about his pants before we go any further. I don't want anything ahem bad happening."
"I agree. Let me go ask the village people for a needle and thread."
"Thanks, Sango-chan."
Shippo added the last comment.
"Now THAT was traditional!! It should be a custom!!"
"Shippo-chan, shut up."
"But it SHOULD!"
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Hehehehehehehehe, let me tell you readers, this is a true incident. ^_^ I'm not saying anymore. . .Please R+R!!