(A/N) Poor, nieve Shippou. Maybe I should have Kagome take him to the doctores to have his tummy checked for little gems?


AS A PRIESTESS


"I'm so tired!" I moaned, flopping backwards on my bed and releasing a tired sigh.

Inuyasha sat beside me, a towel to his long silver hair. "That's what you said this morning."

I glared at him, "That's because I was tired this morning too, Vampire."

"Ooh, someones a little grouchy."

I threw my arms over my head and listened to the towel being thrown somewhere in the room. "You didn't have deal with a perverse Monk, and a narcissistic guard trying to get you out of a record room that was trashed thanks to a certain slayers temper tantrum, or hunt through file after file of useless junk that appeared to be no more than riddles for an hour and a half, or try to convince Shippou, the poor boy that he is, that there are certain objects that are most certainly not edible."

I turned over and buried my head in my pillow. How much drama could fit in one persons life without completely altering everything around it unconditionally?