Bad Day
'A bad day when you lose a few jen? A bad day when you're late for a meeting with a friend or your boss? A bad day when you're hungry and have to cook your food? A bad day when your brother pushes his hand through your gut instead of greeting you?
You know nothing about Bad Days. loser.'
Inuyasha was growling at an imaginary person complaining about minor bad stuff in life. The hanyou was sitting beside a basket containing his crying (more like whining) teething baby. Kagome was sitting on the other side of the basket, trying to calm the baby. It was in vain, the pup's voice was still as loud as earlier and Inuyasha was considering ripping his ears off.
"Inuyasha, don't growl, it could be worse," she said, not lifting her head from her task of trying to calm down their kid.
"Like how?" he asked. A thunder filled the air and heavy rain started suddenly pouring on the valley, a strong wind howled around their little hut. The child went quiet for a second, startled, then started to cry even harder. "Don't answer," he sighed when the rain leaked through the roof and started to fall on their bed.