Curry Flavored Miko by DaiyoukaiGeisha [Drabble #41]
Title: Curry Flavored Miko
Author: DaiyoukaiGeisha
Theme: Fresh
Genre: Humor
Rating: T
Warnings: Some naughty innuendo
Word Count: 300 words exactly (according to MS Word)
Summary: Kagome offers Sesshomaru a bowl of Japanese curry, gaining a very positive response in return.
Disclaimer - Inuyasha and all characters associated to that intellectual property belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Viz. This story, including all places, people, or objects, is written for non-profit entertainment purposes only.
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"Haaahhh!! Whud da hell!?"
The half-demon's tongue lolled as he hopped up and down, red-faced, waving his hands in a futile effort to cool the burning appendage.
Kagome sighed and handed Miroku a bowl. "I told you not to eat that Inuyasha. I made the curry really strong this time."
The half-demon barely heard her. "Wudda!! Get meh sum wudda!"
Kagome rolled her eyes, ignoring him. The half-demon growled and stomped off to the nearest stream. He would never understand how they could eat that stuff! His tongue was melting!
Kagome grabbed the last bowl. "Lord Sesshomaru would you care for-Ow!"
She nearly tripped over a rock, causing some hot curry to slosh over the rim of the bowl on to her hand.
Quicker than the eye could follow the demon caught her hand, bringing a single finger to his mouth.
She tasted like fresh herbs and spices with a hint of fruit. Yet there was a wicked bite to her flavor, like peppers or ginger simmering on his tongue.
Upon seeing his lord lick her finger clean, Jaken fainted head-first into his bowl. Shippo gagged. Rin covered her eyes, and everybody else simply gawked.
"Hn. Very appetizing," he murmured, eyes half-lidded.
Somehow Kagome found her voice.
"B-but there is-isn't any c-curry on that finger," she replied softly.
The demon lord didn't answer, only licked the digit one last time before leaning back as if nothing at all had transpired between them.
Miroku's shocked gaze slid into a lecherous grin. The monk scooped up a bit of curry with a finger and cleared his throat.
"Lady Sango, would you care to sample my dish?" The last word punctuated with a wriggle of the eyebrows.
Sango never looked away from her bowl as the monk went flying from a vicious backhand.
Author: DaiyoukaiGeisha
Theme: Fresh
Genre: Humor
Rating: T
Warnings: Some naughty innuendo
Word Count: 300 words exactly (according to MS Word)
Summary: Kagome offers Sesshomaru a bowl of Japanese curry, gaining a very positive response in return.
Disclaimer - Inuyasha and all characters associated to that intellectual property belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Viz. This story, including all places, people, or objects, is written for non-profit entertainment purposes only.
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"Haaahhh!! Whud da hell!?"
The half-demon's tongue lolled as he hopped up and down, red-faced, waving his hands in a futile effort to cool the burning appendage.
Kagome sighed and handed Miroku a bowl. "I told you not to eat that Inuyasha. I made the curry really strong this time."
The half-demon barely heard her. "Wudda!! Get meh sum wudda!"
Kagome rolled her eyes, ignoring him. The half-demon growled and stomped off to the nearest stream. He would never understand how they could eat that stuff! His tongue was melting!
Kagome grabbed the last bowl. "Lord Sesshomaru would you care for-Ow!"
She nearly tripped over a rock, causing some hot curry to slosh over the rim of the bowl on to her hand.
Quicker than the eye could follow the demon caught her hand, bringing a single finger to his mouth.
She tasted like fresh herbs and spices with a hint of fruit. Yet there was a wicked bite to her flavor, like peppers or ginger simmering on his tongue.
Upon seeing his lord lick her finger clean, Jaken fainted head-first into his bowl. Shippo gagged. Rin covered her eyes, and everybody else simply gawked.
"Hn. Very appetizing," he murmured, eyes half-lidded.
Somehow Kagome found her voice.
"B-but there is-isn't any c-curry on that finger," she replied softly.
The demon lord didn't answer, only licked the digit one last time before leaning back as if nothing at all had transpired between them.
Miroku's shocked gaze slid into a lecherous grin. The monk scooped up a bit of curry with a finger and cleared his throat.
"Lady Sango, would you care to sample my dish?" The last word punctuated with a wriggle of the eyebrows.
Sango never looked away from her bowl as the monk went flying from a vicious backhand.