I don't own anything Inuyasha
sadly, i don't own anything Sir Mix-a-lot does either lol
A small electronic lit up and started vibrating wildly against the tile of the counter, alerting an incoming call. When it was ignored after the first round, it emitted sounds designated by the owner to further grab his attention…
I LIKE… BIG… Butts and I cannot lie, You otha brothas can't deny! When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist, and a round thing in your face you get...
"Hello?" Miroku smirked through the greeting over his cell phone as the sounds of his kitchen filled the background.
"Hey, Miroku, it's me" a young, gruff voice answered. "Listen, something kinda came up…"
"Ah, Inuyasha, you are not able to join us tonight? I know a certain quiet raven-haired beauty that will miss your presence."
The violet eyed host was very wise and knew how to get others to do his bidding through his gentle mannerisms, so when Inuyasha paused, Miroku knew he had the hanyou in his control. "… Kikyo will be there?"
Miroku' smile widened. "Why, Kagome-sama and her dearest sister decided to extend the invitation to their cousin for you."
"… Damn, alright I'll be there, but can I bring someone with me?"
"How uncouth, Inuyasha," he scolded, trying to keep his ridiculous grin out of his tone, "flaunting another woman in front of Kikyo. Though… if you can get them to cooperate together…"
"Not like that, you hentai! My brother is in town."
Miroku paused, stopping his ministrations on the sauce simmering slowly in preparations for the dinner he had planned for weeks. "The one you lovingly call 'Frigid Furball'?"
"Yeup, that's him."
"He won't cause problems, I swear," Inuyasha promised. "If anything, he'll stay completely out of the way."
Miroku sounded genuinely concerned. "You don't think he'd get… offended?"
"Keh, the bastard has NO sense of humor, but I don't think whatever you had planned can affect him."
Miroku looked around to the assortment of preparations chosen especially TO affect people through their innuendos and when he gave no protest, Inuyasha chose to hear what he wanted. "Great! Thanks, we'll be there after I pick him up."
The phone went dead as his silver-haired hanyou friend hung up his end. Miroku desired a truly interesting evening, and it looks like he was going to get more than he bargained for…