A.N. I don't own Inuyasha.

"You want me to do what?" Eyes wide as saucers, the miko stepped back away from the taiyoukai. "I-I'm not touching that-that thing!"

Quirking an eyebrow, the male appraised her with little interest. "This Sesshomaru said nothing of touching it-Simply put it in your mouth. This Sesshomaru is certain you're familiar with the concept." Now he sounded faintly amused.

"B-but look at it! It's all gross looking and it smells awful!" She gagged, nearly vomiting at the very idea.

"It is for you," he pressed, now annoyed. "So come here, Miko."

Shaking like a leaf, the beauty stepped forward, allowing him to guide her back to their usual places. "But-but... It's going to taste bad!"

"Just try it. If you do not like the taste, this one will allow you to do as you wish." With that, the male shoved the congealed rice ball he'd made for her into her mouth.

She instantly turned away and retched, scrambling away. "For the love of god! Didn't anyone ever teach you how to cook?"