Ramen King
He was the one and only Ramen King. He lived in a palace build from ramen cups, with roofs made from ramen packages. His people and himself ate ramen almost all the time, rarely switching to inferior foods, so they could appreciate the divine taste of ramen the next time they ate it.
There were his friends, who also liked ramen and liked to come over to his castle to eat a tower. They had to rebuild it later with new cups of ramen, but it was always fine to play a game of 'you don't know which taste you'll get'. Samurai fought in noodle braiding competitions to win favors of the court ladies.
And the best thing in his Ramen Majesty's life was that his Ramen Queen's robe was made from ramen noodles and he was the one who could eat it every night.
His Ramen Majesty's life was perfect.
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"I'm not sure that this sleeping drug was a good idea, Lady Kaede," Miroku looked worried at the hanyou laying under Kagome's blanket in a corner of Kagome's hut. Kagome was kneeling beside the hanyou, sleeping with a wide, dopey smile on his face, despite the severe wounds he had sustained during their last battle. Kagome was smiling gently at her hanyou, ignorant to their friends watching her and Inuyasha worriedly.
"Don't worry, Miroku," the old miko smiled. "The dose I gave him could make a horse sleep for a week. It should last until he's healed enough."
Kagome leaned in to brush a stray strand of hair from Inuyasha's cheek.
"...Ramen Queen..." he muttered happily in his sleep.
"He'll be fine," Shippou snickered when he saw his adoptive mother blushing and snatching her hand away from Inuyasha's face.