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Week # 26 - Theme Food
Title: The Rise and Fall of the Octopus Wieners
Genre: Humor (hopefully)
Rating: G
Word Count: 299
Characters: Kaede + Kag mom
Summary: What happens when two women seperated by a well and a helluva lot of time can't take it outside?
Notes: Early morning, work and crack isn't a healthy mixture, resulting in this rather interesting drabble of course. I've written literally five different drabbles for this theme, ranging from angsty to mushy to.. well.. this. Enjoy!



She plunked the last piece of sushi firmly down into the box. A frown marred her face as she scrutinized the obento. Finding the offending octopus wiener she quickly rearranged it until its smiling face came once more into view. She nodded, satisfied with her work. The lunch box was literally emitting a golden glow and if one were to stand on the opposite side of Tokyo and look in the direction of the shrine, there would be a rainbow beaming back at them. Fireworks would flash in the sky and choirs of angels would praise the glory of the lunch Kagome’s mother had prepared.

Take that!

Kagome’s mother smirked rather evilly and tied up her creation with a bow.

“Kagome dear, I made lunch for you and your friends today.” She smiled warmly at her daughter, who muttered a sleepy thanks. “Now remember, the blue box is for Kaede-sama. She’s getting old you know and she needs healthy food to keep her going.”

~

Kaede opened the obento carefully to find all the food smiling smugly up at her in all their delicious shapes and colors. The challenge was as clear to her as cow dung rubbed in her face. Kaede glared at the group of octopus wieners sneering in the corner. With a quick dart of her chopsticks, she caught one, squeezed it cruelly, and ate it.

An hour later, lovely rice rolls wrapped in lotus leaves as well as exquisite looking dumplings replaced the octopus wieners in the blue lunch box.

That’ll show her!

Kaede hid her cocky grin with a cough and asked Kagome to bring the box back to her mother as a token of thanks.

~

Yet another hour later, separated by nothing but 500 years, two women rolled up their sleeves and got to work.

This means war.