The late nights? Easy. The spontaneous vomit? He could deal. But the one thing Sesshoumaru could not stand was the smell of a spent diaper.
He could feel the bile rising to his throat, his eyes watered at the intensity of the odor.
"Oh suck it up! I do this all day while you're working! You can stand to change one lousy diaper!" Kagome scolded, trying to get the table ready.
Bracing himself, he picked up the small bundle of smell, the pup he named Takara.
Her face was scrunched up, and she was letting out a wail so high pitched, he thought his ears were going to bleed. And then he felt it. It was wet, it stank, and it came from the bottom of his tiny stink bomb. 'Oh Kami no!'
"Damn it! Those were supposed to be the absorbent ones!"
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I don't own Inuyasha, or the alphabet.