Rating: PG
Word Count: 261
Squicks: None
Summary: Shippou ponders his worth to the group
Miroku and Inuyasha stood by the bank of the small river, deftly catching fish. Shippou watched as the two worked together to gather food for the night's meal. Every now and then, Kirara would strike her paw into the water, tossing a fish onto the grass.
Frowning, Shippou couldn't help but feel left out. Looking over his shoulder his frown grew. The two girls sat next to the fire, adding more wood so the flame would grow. Kagome pulled out some spice from her time and Sango grabbed a short knife so she could help prepare the various roots and vegetation they had gathered during the day.
Everyone was helping to prepare the meal, but there was nothing for him to do. He knew they didn't mind, but he couldn't help but feel useless. They all pulled their weight, whether it was in battle or helping with the daily meals. He was far too small to help with most things and though he hated to admit it, he was even worse when it came to fighting. Both things always being pointed out by a certain half demon.
He caught a glance of Inuyasha smirking in his direction and scowled. Standing up, he grabbed a fish and trotted towards Kagome's side. The fish obscured his vision, but he carefully avoided the tiny rocks and hidden undergrowth.
Upon reaching the two girls, he beamed and handed them the fish. He would show Inuyasha he wasn't so useless after all. And maybe one day, he would even be able to improve his fighting skills.