Threads of Destiny

Eat, Wench.

By LadyRainStarDragon

I don't own Inuyasha. If I did, I wouldn't have kids with a human. Just as well, Inuyasha must eat a fortune in Ramen.

A moment of serious comedy to interrupt my deep thoughts.

I can't believe I forgot to post this, it's been sitting here for a month.

Scratch. Scritch. Scratch, scratch.

The two clerics in the party were both industriously scribbling at their scrolls. Both were working spells incomprehensible to the other members of the party who sat in the firelight watching with bored interest. Red light shone off of their deep black hair and pale skin to give a ruddy glow to concentration paled cheeks.

A satisfied noise broke free from the throat of the male cleric as violet eyes closed to allow a tired hand to massage a tense brow. Laying his latest work in an empty corner of the hut they were occupying for the night, the monk took stock of the scrolls that he had just created for later. By now, their meager meal of boiled rice and nearly inevitable noodles was prepared, and to be frank he would welcome it greatly.

Scratch scratch. Rub, rub, rub. Scritch scritch.

Now there was only one, working her modern age spells that even the monk could not guess at the purpose of. Every once in a while, she would growl at the paper and spell book that she was working from, causing the motley crew to doubt her sanity.

"Kagome-chan. Dinner."

The soft and kindly voice of the brown eyed exterminator was lost on the modern miko in the odd clothing she called her school fuku. The baneful book still absorbed her attention with its mind-numbing magical formulae exerting inexorable pulls to even deeper within the menacing manuscript.

"Kagome? Aren't you going to eat?"

The kitsune's large wet emeralds were unnoticed as she paused in her work to flip to the back, running her finger along the page as she checked the answer to whatever her sensei had assigned her to be doing in her absentia from her training. Shippo chewed on his bottom lip with sharp twin fangs as he shot clueless looks to the others in the group. Whatever spell she was practing had to take immense concentration.

"Mew? Mew, mew."

Kirara rubbed along the white and green clad back of the time traveling student who was seriously in need of a trusty tutor. The demon cat did her best to distract the teenager back into the realm of food, conversation, and sanity. However, it was still to no avail.

"It's Souta's turn to feed you Buyo."

White tufted ears flicked in annoyance with how deeply she had immersed herself into her studies. She worked herself too hard, worried far too much about these strange symbols that she would never use in real life. In his opinion, it would be far better if she were to stay here and abandon the strange magic of her time. Miroku and Kaede would teach her much more effective magic is she just had to practice magic, and she would still be able to visit her family.

"WENCH! FOOD! EAT!"

"Osuwari."

The word was only muttered subconsciously, a mere reflex when she was disturbed by the sound of his voice. Yet, it still could drive him into the ground to be held in gravity's intensified caress for a few moments. Wherever the evil book had taken her mind, it obviously wasn't ready to give her back.

Scratching continued as she finished copying down the start of the next spell. Inuyasha took this opportunity after his own spell had released him to steal the book away and snap it shut with relish, praying that the vanquishing of the book demon would release her from its evil enchantment. Alas! This too was to no avail. Kagome merely continued to work her problem as her serving of food began to grow cold.

This was quite the predicament. Kagome hated eating cold rice.

The monk sighed and shook his head as responsibility now passed to him. He knew a way to yank her mind out of her work, even if he was going to pay for it with much pain. He had once overheard the miko talking to his exterminator about a dance that apparently was considered very seductive in her world. It was risky, using this information, but this was a good cause. After all, she needed to eat to keep up her strength. On top of it, he would get to see the lovely form of his exquisite exterminator in action after Inuyasha had finished with his beating.

"Kagome-sama! Inuyasha just informed me that he would be honored to do a strip dance for you."

Snap. Sputter.

The pencil ceased its ceaseless scribbling, her fingers exerting enough strength to break the compressed wood easily. At this time, a roaring Inuyasha pulled Miroku out of the hut, leaving Sango to yell at him to leave her some to kill.

The kitsune and kitten looked at each other, then brought the shocked woman her now very cold meal. Kagome, shocked beyond all belief, began to eat. She didn't even notice that the rice that she so mechanically fed herself was cold and pasty.