Nikorasu stared at his father as if he had just told his son he was pregnant. A cold, sickening feeling crept up his spine, coming to a pounding climax in his temples. Suddenly, he regained his composure and raised an eyebrow in his father's direction.
"What do you mean?" His son inquired, "You've been friends with them longer than I've been alive. What could I know about her that you already don't know?" Nikorasu replied with a small smirk.
"That's not what I asked." Inuyasha declared with a scowl.
"Bu-but you asked-"
"I asked 'What I don't know about you and Miroku's daughter?' remember?"
"Oh." He replied.
Inuyasha stared at his son long and hard, seeming to bore into the very core of Nikorasu's being. The minutes ticked by with the speed of a snail, as Inuyasha's leer seemed to intensify. But finally, Inuyasha's face became distorted from suppressed snorts of laughter, finally breaking free in a frenzy of hysterical laughter. He toppled over backwards and held his sides in pain of laughter as he rolled about on the ground. Nikorasu, meanwhile, had taking the whole thing as an insult.
"Hey! Knock it off; you're making a fool of yourself!" He glared at his father, remembering Saki telling him the same thing.
As his father finished his bouts of laughter, he stood up straight and, much to Nikorasu's surprise patted his son on the back.
"It's about time! I was wondering when you were gonna start noticing girls." Inuyasha bellowed.
A red stain became very conspicuous on Nikorasu's face, but his poise never faltered. "And what makes you think I didn't notice her before?" He replied with a stone jaw.
Inuyasha looked at his son as if he had just produced one million yen from the folds of his kendo. "What? You're not even gonna deny it? Man, you're no fun anymore!" He stated with a pout. "But I gotta hand it to you, that took guts, son." Inuyasha commented his son, who looked thankful, but mischievous.
"You know what also takes guts, dad?" Nikorasu looked in the direction they were headed earlier with a gleam in his eyes.
"What?" His father inquired.
"Racing me to a bowl of beef ramen!" He shouted as he sprinted toward his home, his father not far behind.