How bad?
Rating: G
Pairing: Miroku/Inuyasha
Word Count: 191

"You want the ramen?"

Inuyasha growled. It was a trick question. The monk knew he wanted the ramen. But with the tone of his voice, the hanyou couldn't tell what Miroku wanted in return.

"Feh. Pig swill." The hanyou looked away with a snort, pretending not to care. "Nobody'd eat that crap."

It was his favorite, beef. Miroku could practically see Inuyasha's mouth watering, a sight that made him smirk even more.

"Oh," the monk adopted a crestfallen tone, "I guess Shippou might want it then. . . "

"No!" Inuyasha snarled, and leapt for the ramen, lips connecting with the shocked monks own. Angrily he sputtered and inched away from him, ramen forgotten. "Ewwww! Perverted Houshi!!!"

Mirokus outstretched his arm, handing Inuyasha the ramen. The hanyou blinked.

"Eh?"

"Here you go. It's all yours, Inuyasha." Miroku shrugged, turning to the fire he was tending.

Inuyasha ripped open the ramne, when it dawned on his that it was still hard and crunchy. Water, he needed water. . .

Miroku gazed mirthfully at him over the flames, and Inuyasha saw it then-- the boiling, SPIRIT WARDED kettle between them.

"Now," Miroku intoned with a sensual drawl, "How bad do you want water?"



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