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"So, uh, yeah." He grinned from ear to ear. "I want two bowls of beef ramen."
"And would you like that delivered, sir?"
"Yeah," he paused. "Yeah!"
"Your order should be there within twenty to thirty minutes," the man on the other end of the line giggled. "And if it isn't—!"
Blushing, Inuyasha shivered visibly. He coughed, "Uh, I think I can handle it if it's a little late, Jakotsu."
"Oh, of course!" Jakotsu laughed. "I wouldn't dream of hurting my cute little Hojo, though you certainly give me enough reasons to think about it!"
"Uh, uh," Inuyasha gulped. That man really freaked him out the first time they met.
"No reason to be—oh, wait, I have another call!" Jakotsu giggled. "Don't go anywhere, Inu-muffins!"
Choking on his tongue, Inuyasha quickly put the receiver down once the other voice disappeared from the line. Really, was it so hard to understand that his door did not swing that way? Knowing that the other man would call back if he did not keep the phone off the hook, though, Inuyasha quickly lifted the phone back off the receiver and set it off to the side.
That certainly solved one problem.
Now, it was just a matter of waiting for his ramen to arrive.
Twisting his head in every direction possible, Inuyasha caught sight of the television and grinned. That would certainly keep his mind occupied for a while. So, he bound over to the couch, and flipping the remote through the air to show off to himself, turned the television on.
Clicking through the channels at lightning speed, Inuyasha began to scowl when he realized nothing was on. Seriously, nearly three-hundred channels and nothing?! But, Inuyasha knew he could have missed something, so he decided to go through the channels once more.
And something caught his eye.
"What the—" Inuyasha blinked.
"We're now standing outside the—" Inuyasha did not listen to the rest of the sentence, as he began to realize that the newscaster, Sasaki Kikyo, standing next to her colleague, Ishikure Naraku, was pointing toward a sight that made his chest twist up in knots.
There, in the background, was the sweet, sweet Higurashi Kagome holding onto the arm of his asshole brother, Sesshoumaru. She was smiling, happy, and dressed in the finest looking dress money could buy. And Inuyasha huffed in annoyance, quickly turning the television off, because he knew and hated that Sesshoumaru was the one making her so.
Damn it, now that he could not watch television, what was he going to do for—Inuyasha glanced at the clock—fifteen to twenty-five minutes?