Precious Priorities

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Title: Precious Priorities
Author: browneyedmami
Fandom: Inuyasha
Genre: Comedy/Romance
Characters/Pairings: Inuyasha/Kagome
Summary: Inuyasha goes to the shrine after a long day in the village, happy to come home to his wife's cooking, only to find a familiar scent missing....
Notes: Written for ed_ficlets challenge 10: precious. Won 3rd place!




I had a long day battling demons in the village, and was more than happy to get home to my three favorite things: my wife, my son and ramen.

Today we are eating in the shrine back in Kagome’s time. I can hear my son’s laughter in the living room and can smell her cooking. It smells wonderful, but a certain scent is missing…ramen.

“Daddy!” my son runs up to me. I scoop him up into my arms and go to kiss my wife.

“Hi babe, how was your day?” she asks me with a smile. That smile almost makes me forget about the lack of ramen….almost.

“It was fine, same old stuff. Hey Kagome, did you forget to make my ramen for dinner?”

“No, I didn’t forget. There wasn’t any left, and I didn’t have time to go to the store”

I put down my son and went to Kagome’s room and checked under the floorboard by her desk – my secret stash of ramen - “A-ha!” I said in happiness, only to reach my hand inside and have it come up empty.

“Woman, where is my ramen?!? I haven’t taken any from here in ages!” I shouted

“Well, Kazuki had some friends over last week, and I had to feed them something!” she hollered back at me.

I narrowed my eyes at her. “But you know that’s my secret stash! No one touches my precious ramen!”

She walked up to me and looked me square in the eye before saying

“The only thing that’s going to be precious to you is the couch tonight if you continue shouting at me that way!”

I backed down. Did I really want to risk that? The couch wasn’t bad, but a night without sex and the softness of my wife….I don’t think I want to…..

“So what’s for dinner?” I perked up changing the subject

“Good husband” she said playfully patting my ears.

I grumbled, but kept my mouth shut. Being able to sleep with my wife tonight – with both connotations of the word – is more precious to me than ramen anyday.