The wind howled as the group slept in the abandoned building. Luckily, the restaurant had also been an inn during it's time so each group member got their own room. Miroku suggested that the group should stay together but Sango wouldn't hear of it.
"Can't you think of anything else to do!?" yelled Sango as she stormed into her chambers. On his face Miroku had a handprint marked on his face.
"You never learn, do you?" Shippou asked automatically.
"But it's so hard to resist!" protested Miroku.
"Pervert!" Kagome yelled.
In the middle of the night, Inuyasha awoke with a start. A strike of lightning had him jump off his sleeping cot and awakened his senses. After a few minutes of silence, Inuyasha heard a little moaning sound coming from the serving area of the restaurant. Like the curious little hanyou he was, Inuyasha made his way through the dark and down the creaky stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, he saw a dim eerie glowing light that made his hairs stand of end. He still ventured on to see what the light was.
"Come Inuyasha," a voice echoed from an isolated table at the back end of the room.
Without thinking, Inuyasha made his way over to the table where the voice and the glow was leading. On the table was a pair of blood red chopsticks, plate, and teacup, all emitting the ominous glow. The chopsticks had really sharp pointy ends while the plate had razor sharp rims. Of all the things that could happen at that time, a twisted evil-looking face appeared in the teacup. Caught off guard, Inuyasha staggered backwards.
"What kind of demon is this?" Inuyasha exclaimed.
Without warning the face in the cup spoke in a manner as ominous as the glow it emitted, "Inuyasha..."
"Huh?"
The cup spoke again, "Give... give... me your ... body."
With these words, the cup, chopsticks, and plate floated in the air.
"Hands off!" Inuyasha yelled as he made a grab for Tessaiga. When his hand felt for the sword, all he felt was the waistline of his red haori. As his heart took a jolt, he remembered he had left it in his cot.
"CRAP!"
The freaky dish slowly made it's way to Inuyasha. Desperately, Inuyasha slashed at chopsticks only to find out that his attack never even made a dent. Losing all confidence he ran as fast as he could away from the spectre.
"There is... no escape," the teacup stated.
As Inuyasha was about to run up the stairs, the chopsticks dug into his palms with such force that they pinned him to the wall. The plate slid itself into his stomach, removing all possible resistance. The teacup with the face still kept on moving towards him at a scary pace. Inuyasha struggled as hard as could but couldn't take out the chopsticks. The teacup finally leveled itself inn front of Inuyasha's face as he bathed in his own sweat. The face twistedly smiled and a jet of eerie light went into Inuyasha's face. All that was heard was an ear piercing scream of terror echo throughout the building as it overpowered the strike of lightning, then died away.
Inuyasha walked up the stairs again holding in his right hand, a pair of chopsticks, and in the other hand, a plate. A teacup lay on the table at the back end of the room. In it, was the face still yelling out its inaudible scream. An evil grin formed on the inuyasha's face as he held up his prized chopsticks. A word formed on his lips with a voice unlike his own.
"Perfect"