Chapter 3: A Messy Saturday Morning

"PANCAKES!"

Inu-yasha suddenly woke up on the couch when he heard Souta yell, sitting in the same position he was sitting in last night. He yawned and stretched out his arms as he heard Shippo and Souta running down the staires. Souta ran into the living room and jumped onto the couch. Shippo did the same as him and they both started jumping on the couch. Inu-yasha grouchly got up and stood in front of Souta and Shippo, as if counting how long it took for them to land. Suddenly, he grabbed Souta by his blue pajama shirt and Shippo by the tail.

"What are you two yelling about?"Inu-yasha asked, annoyance in his eyes. "It's morning and you're already ticking me off."

"We want pancakes! Make us some!"yelled Souta, as Inu-yasha plopped them onto the couch.

Inu-yasha crossed his arms across his chest. "Pancakes? What the heck are they?"

"You don't know what pancakes are?"asked Shippo in a surprised voice.

"Why, you do, Shippo?"asked Inu-yasha.

"Umm...no."

"So why are you asking me as if you know it and you're shocked that I don't!"

"I thought Kagome mentioned them to you before! All's I know is that Souta says they're really good!"

"I don't believe this,"murmured Souta.

He got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. Curious, Inu-yasha and Shippo followed. On his tip-toes, Souta opened up a cupboard above the sink and took out a small box. He shoved the box into Inu-yasha's face and pointed to the picture on the front. Shippo jumped onto Inu-yasha's head to look. On the front was a picture of a Buttermilk pancake covered with maple syrup.

"You see that? That's a pancake,"said Souta, putting the box onto the kitchen table. "And you, Inu-yasha, are going to make us some. Just read the directions."

Inu-yasha could've strangled Souta right then for giving him an order. Instead, he did he usual "Hmph!" and turned around.

Suddenly, a voice started speaking in his head.

Do the right thing for once, the voice said, Make him pancakes.

Whoa, thought Inu-yasha, Am I getting a conscience?

Make Souta pancakes, Inu-yasha.

NEVER, whoever you are!

Do it.

No.

Do it!

No!

DO IT NOW!

FINE, I'll do it! But just because you're giving me a headache!

Sighing, Inu-yasha grabbed the pancake box. "Alright, kid, I'll make you pancakes, but you have to help me. I...uhhh..." Could he possibly admit that he couldn't read? No, he's too himself to admit anything personel.

"You left your reading glasses at your house?"asked Souta, seeing the frustrated look on Inu-yasha's face. "Don't worry, I'm used to it. This kid in my class ALWAYS forgets to bring his glasses so he asks to read the board to him. I'll read the intructions to you and you do as I say. Shippo, ya wanna help?"

"Yeah!"

"Alright then! Ok, we need one cup of pancake mix, one cup of water, and one cup of milk. I'll go get the mixer. Shippo could get the cup, and Inu-yasha, you can do the rest, ok?"

"Sure, whatever."

Inu-yasha went to the fridge and opened it up. Inside was cheese, tomatoes, lettuces, carrots, meat, and milk. Inu-yasha began to drool as he saw the assortment of food. Before he knew it, he had bitten into steak that was rapped up in plastic. He spat the steak out and it landed on the floor. Sticking his tongue out because his mouth now tasted like plastic, he took the milk out. He walked over to the kitchen table and placed it down next to the mixer that Souta was plugging into the wall.

Shippo had jumped onto the counter, looking through the cupboards for the cups. After his third try, he finally found one with glass cups. But they were at the top of the cupboard! Shippo reached as high as he could to try to get them. He even stood on his tip-toes. Annoyed, Shippo jumped up and actually reached the top. Barely. He was able to grip onto the shelf's edge, his feet dangling. With one hand, he grabbed one cup, feeling a bit victorious. Suddenly, the top shelf began creaking. Cracks started appearing. In just a few seconds, the shelf broke and Shippo and the now useless wooden board fell to the floor, with all of the other glass cups.

Souta gave a small scream as he saw Shippo and everything else fall. Inu-yasha was sitting down on a chair, smiling. Souta quickly ran over there and struggled to pick Shippo up. He carried him over to the table and placed him on a chair. He ran out of the room and when he returned, he had a dust pan and a brush in his hands.

"Here, how about I do everything else, ok?"he said, as he knelt on the floor, sweeping up the glass. "I can't have anything else shattered while my sister, Mom, and Gramps aren't here."

"Kagome shouldn't have brung Shippo here then,"muttered Inu-yasha.

Shippo glared at him. "I heard that!"

Inu-yasha and Shippo silently watched as Souta poured milk, water, and pancake mix into the mixer. Now Souta stared with a confused expression at the mixer.

"What's wrong?"asked Shippo.

"Well...umm..."Souta began. "I, uh, never used the mixer before."

"Listen, it looks easy,"said Inu-yasha, walking over to Souta's side. "I've known Kagome for a while, and I've come to learn about these things called ' buttons '. And you see that green button? I think that starts it." And with that, he pushed the button and the mixer, unfortunately, started.

Without the lid ontop, it was total chaos. Pancake batter splatted onto the walls, the floor, everywhere! Inu-yasha even got a mouthful of it! Shippo hid under the table, hoping not to get hit with batter. Covering his eyes, Souta pushed the red button that was above the green one and stopped the machine.

"Is it over?"asked Shippo, as he crawled out from under the table.

Souta licked batter from his hands. "It's over, alright. Tasty too."

Inu-yasha looked around the kitchen. What a mess! They were definately going to be cleaning this up for a while. And he knew he could have stopped it all. If he didn't listen to the voice in his head, he wouldn't have to face the horror of cleaning. He could see that today was going to be a LONG day.