Ramen
AN: This is the first continuation of Lost Her Marbles. Enjoy!
Kagome sighed, looking at her sorry excuse for a meal as she waited for it to heat up. Three minutes left to go. May as well wash some dishes while I wait.
Considering how calm and boring the day had been, it was difficult for her to believe that only yesterday, she had met that handsome youkai who had helped her find the Shikon. Now, here she was, exhausted from too few hours of sleep and a double shift at the hospital. Fully clean from her wonderfully warm bath, now all she wanted was a quick meal and bed.
Putting the last dish in the drying rack, she turned around and glared at her silent intruder. "Hiei, I hope you know that counts toward your thirty days. I made it—" For myself! "—And you're eating it."
He paused in his eating, and judging by how many noodles were on the chopsticks, he was nearly finished with her instant meal. "Thirty-one."
"What?"
"Our deal was one month. Today is the first of October." He smirked—dear kami, she hated how sexy that was!—then finished up her noodles. "I expect better from you, onna, for the duration of our deal. That was tolerable at best."
Kagome stared at the spot he disappeared from before sighing and returning to the cabinet for another package, hoping that the water was still hot enough she wouldn't have to wait more than three minutes again.
A youkai who doesn't like ramen? Go figure.