Someone asked about Naraku and Cocoa Pebbles. I may do him again, but I'm trying to have each character gets its own chapter. I am going to have Fruity Pebbles in this chapter, though. On with the chappie!
Miroku had just noticed Naraku walking out of the kitchen, and a while before, three little elves. This greatly puzzled Miroku, for he had heard a battle going on in the kitchen. Though, everything seemed to be in place. The cupboard was still intact, the table had no claw marks marring its sleek surface, and Inuyasha hadn't even fought over the newspaper yet with Sesshomaru. Nothing like this had ever happened before.
Okay, there was that time when Koga got drunk and trashed the house while having a party while everyone else was gone, but nothing like this.
He cautiously opened a box of Fruity Pebbles, so he could have at least some kind of breakfast before Inuyasha tore into all the food while searching for Ramen. He could smell the fragrance of the cereal from the bowl as he poured milk into the pebbles.
Then, a knock was heard at the door. He stepped aside from his "meal," if you could call it that, and went over to the door. The only thing out there was a lone box in wrapping paper that had fruits all over it.
He stepped outside, to examine the gift closer, when all of a sudden, rays of light enveloped him in some sort of cage.
He sucked the cage and box in his wind tunnel, and as he walked back into the kitchen, some short little guy was trying to steal his cereal, an orange, toast, a cup of milk, and the box of Fruity Pebbles.
"Uh-oh…" he said aloud, turning his beady-eyed gaze to Miroku.
"Why are you trying to steal my cereal and the balanced breakfast that no body ever eats with it?" he asked demandingly.
"I…uh….steal it." He replied.
"Why in the-" Miroku was then suddenly cut off by the little man running out the door.
On his way out, he screamed something about the fruity-ness of the cereal.
"Why even bother?" he muttered to himself, "It's always a waste of time, anyway."
There were other cereals, but none he liked. He had some tea left over from last night's dinner in his room, so he decided to have that instead.
As he walked up the stairs, two blurs of white and red sped past him to the kitchen.
What cereal will they try to eat next? Who were the blurs? (Anyone could figure that out) Of course, you'll have to find out next chapter.