Inuyasha! Woot.
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sinful_lynxTitle: Daddy Dearest
Fandom: Inuyasha
Genre: Undecided
Characters/Pairings: Sesshoumaru, Rin, Jaken
Ratings: PG13
Warnings: Spoilers. If you haven't read the end of the manga, then you don't want to read this. All there is to it. Set two years after the epilogue thing. Five years after the defeat of Naraku.
Author Notes: I've wanted to do this for a while. I don't approve of Sesshoumaru/Rin intimate relationships, but I love their father/daughter type much better and Batty wanted to read more, so I thought I'd try and work on this one while I wait for inspiration on her Christmas fic.
Summary: He believed leaving her in the care of a human village was a wise idea, but humanity can be just as cruel as a life with a demon.
Disclaimer: The icon was borrowed from destiny_evans on Photobucket.
The night had broken only an hour or so ago, a dense fog falling about the equally as dense brush, leaving little visibility for human eyes. The early morning was settling, cool air brushing against uncovered skin and chilling the less fortunate creatures to be in the early morning embrace. Every little sound seemed amplified, echoing loudly in sensitive ears, tiny creatures startled just as easy as any human out to collect the plentiful herbs around the heavy forest area.
"Jaken."
The grass was unsettled by scurrying little feet, much larger than a typical forest creature out foresting in the morn. High-pitched, hurried grumbles resounded off the trees and every so often, with light clunks of wood, distinct to a particular staff. Amber eyes peeked out from behind pale lids, spying the shadow moving in the mist towards him. The little imp's complaints fell short the moment his green skin was more than just a shadow, the staff he'd elected the creature to carry bowed along with its head.
"Milord, there's a human village ahead!" Silence was his reply. He'd already known that... his displeasure at the 'disrespect' must have been apparent because Jaken continued in a hurry. "Not that you didn't know! What I mean to say is..."
"Did you find what I sent you for?"
Jaken's beak-like mouth snapped shut for a moment, as if searching his brain for the correct answer. It had been a simple task, one he was positive that Jaken couldn't possibly fail. He didn't like to be proven wrong...
"Oh, yes, milord!" He suspected it was more for the look than anything, but said nothing more on the subject, waiting for the explanation that was necessary before he made any further decisions on the village ahead. Jaken hesitated. "There are many things, but I don't know which would appease you more..."
The demon lord's eyes disappeared again, clawed fingers wrapping around the swords at his side. Jaken's idiocy seemed to annoy him more today than it had recently, leaving him with nothing more to do but enter the human village himself and find worthy bounty to take. Humans had a barter system, they liked things in exchange for theirs. He'd supposed there would be trouble this time.
Slowly, he stood, returning the blades to his waist and flexed his fingers. It was far too early to venture into the village ahead and expect a welcoming service from the paranoid humans lingering in their wooden hovels, but he had nothing better to do than wander.
The original purpose of visiting the area was to put his skills to the test. It'd been some time since Naraku, five human years, in fact, and he'd been searching for tests, denizens that claimed to surpass Naraku's strength. So far, none who had stepped forward were worthy of being called anything but trash, but he pursued nonetheless, collecting items from the grateful humans to carry back to the young girl left behind in the village his miserable half-breed, half-brother had clung to and lived his life.
Sesshoumaru took a moment, head turned just enough for it to appear as if he was acknowledging something within the dense foliage and mist. Bakusaiga gave an angry pulse at the rise in its master's own annoyance, sharp eyes open once more and peering deep into the depths of the blotted out forest. "You have kept me waiting..."
Pounding footsteps that shook the area with a massive force, an overwhelming stench that killed even the large tree that he'd been perched against just a moment ago and the distinct blackened hyde that made the demon well hunted by the humans from the village. He didn't particularly care what they wanted with it; he was simply out to see for himself if such boasts were true, but the lighter marks across its flesh and the missing chunks told him that if a human could wound it, it was worthless to him. Another waste of his precious time...
Deep groans echoed loudly when the footsteps stopped.
"This is what I came all this way for? Pathetic. Jaken." The silver-haired demon turned back towards the village, stepping lightly. "We're leaving."
The demon's reaction was to be expected, but raising its fist was considered a challenge and a challenge was an insult. It hadn't been his intention to provoke such a simple-minded opponent, but if he chose to react senselessly, it couldn't possibly be his fault for whatever resulted from it. His right hand flicked idly, carrying a trail of glowing acid green in its path. The stench of foul blood met the air, splashing against the surrounding greenery in unattractive sounds and patterns. Hideous thrashing followed, shriveling hand falling just behind him.
The scents of prying humans mingled with the offending ones coming from the demon. He supposed this, then, would be his barter for what he'd come for. They couldn't deny him now that he'd set about slaying a demon that had no doubt tormented the miserable things. The whip flowed gracefully the path his hand took, the demon lord spinning abruptly and lashing it through the creature's right shoulder to his left hip, turning his head at the spurts of blood and letting the result collapse behind him.
"Is it dead?"
"Another demon?"
"What should we do?!"
The hushed whispers only furthered that irritation lingering since he'd taken interest in this place. His glowing whip dispersed and he stepped towards the village, eyes seeking out the wealthiest dressed servant among them. A young woman carrying a small basket cowered behind a bush, eyes staring up in pure fright. "Take me to your master."
Fandom: Inuyasha
Genre: Undecided
Characters/Pairings: Sesshoumaru, Rin, Jaken
Ratings: PG13
Warnings: Spoilers. If you haven't read the end of the manga, then you don't want to read this. All there is to it. Set two years after the epilogue thing. Five years after the defeat of Naraku.
Author Notes: I've wanted to do this for a while. I don't approve of Sesshoumaru/Rin intimate relationships, but I love their father/daughter type much better and Batty wanted to read more, so I thought I'd try and work on this one while I wait for inspiration on her Christmas fic.
Summary: He believed leaving her in the care of a human village was a wise idea, but humanity can be just as cruel as a life with a demon.
Disclaimer: The icon was borrowed from destiny_evans on Photobucket.
The night had broken only an hour or so ago, a dense fog falling about the equally as dense brush, leaving little visibility for human eyes. The early morning was settling, cool air brushing against uncovered skin and chilling the less fortunate creatures to be in the early morning embrace. Every little sound seemed amplified, echoing loudly in sensitive ears, tiny creatures startled just as easy as any human out to collect the plentiful herbs around the heavy forest area.
"Jaken."
The grass was unsettled by scurrying little feet, much larger than a typical forest creature out foresting in the morn. High-pitched, hurried grumbles resounded off the trees and every so often, with light clunks of wood, distinct to a particular staff. Amber eyes peeked out from behind pale lids, spying the shadow moving in the mist towards him. The little imp's complaints fell short the moment his green skin was more than just a shadow, the staff he'd elected the creature to carry bowed along with its head.
"Milord, there's a human village ahead!" Silence was his reply. He'd already known that... his displeasure at the 'disrespect' must have been apparent because Jaken continued in a hurry. "Not that you didn't know! What I mean to say is..."
"Did you find what I sent you for?"
Jaken's beak-like mouth snapped shut for a moment, as if searching his brain for the correct answer. It had been a simple task, one he was positive that Jaken couldn't possibly fail. He didn't like to be proven wrong...
"Oh, yes, milord!" He suspected it was more for the look than anything, but said nothing more on the subject, waiting for the explanation that was necessary before he made any further decisions on the village ahead. Jaken hesitated. "There are many things, but I don't know which would appease you more..."
The demon lord's eyes disappeared again, clawed fingers wrapping around the swords at his side. Jaken's idiocy seemed to annoy him more today than it had recently, leaving him with nothing more to do but enter the human village himself and find worthy bounty to take. Humans had a barter system, they liked things in exchange for theirs. He'd supposed there would be trouble this time.
Slowly, he stood, returning the blades to his waist and flexed his fingers. It was far too early to venture into the village ahead and expect a welcoming service from the paranoid humans lingering in their wooden hovels, but he had nothing better to do than wander.
The original purpose of visiting the area was to put his skills to the test. It'd been some time since Naraku, five human years, in fact, and he'd been searching for tests, denizens that claimed to surpass Naraku's strength. So far, none who had stepped forward were worthy of being called anything but trash, but he pursued nonetheless, collecting items from the grateful humans to carry back to the young girl left behind in the village his miserable half-breed, half-brother had clung to and lived his life.
Sesshoumaru took a moment, head turned just enough for it to appear as if he was acknowledging something within the dense foliage and mist. Bakusaiga gave an angry pulse at the rise in its master's own annoyance, sharp eyes open once more and peering deep into the depths of the blotted out forest. "You have kept me waiting..."
Pounding footsteps that shook the area with a massive force, an overwhelming stench that killed even the large tree that he'd been perched against just a moment ago and the distinct blackened hyde that made the demon well hunted by the humans from the village. He didn't particularly care what they wanted with it; he was simply out to see for himself if such boasts were true, but the lighter marks across its flesh and the missing chunks told him that if a human could wound it, it was worthless to him. Another waste of his precious time...
Deep groans echoed loudly when the footsteps stopped.
"This is what I came all this way for? Pathetic. Jaken." The silver-haired demon turned back towards the village, stepping lightly. "We're leaving."
The demon's reaction was to be expected, but raising its fist was considered a challenge and a challenge was an insult. It hadn't been his intention to provoke such a simple-minded opponent, but if he chose to react senselessly, it couldn't possibly be his fault for whatever resulted from it. His right hand flicked idly, carrying a trail of glowing acid green in its path. The stench of foul blood met the air, splashing against the surrounding greenery in unattractive sounds and patterns. Hideous thrashing followed, shriveling hand falling just behind him.
The scents of prying humans mingled with the offending ones coming from the demon. He supposed this, then, would be his barter for what he'd come for. They couldn't deny him now that he'd set about slaying a demon that had no doubt tormented the miserable things. The whip flowed gracefully the path his hand took, the demon lord spinning abruptly and lashing it through the creature's right shoulder to his left hip, turning his head at the spurts of blood and letting the result collapse behind him.
"Is it dead?"
"Another demon?"
"What should we do?!"
The hushed whispers only furthered that irritation lingering since he'd taken interest in this place. His glowing whip dispersed and he stepped towards the village, eyes seeking out the wealthiest dressed servant among them. A young woman carrying a small basket cowered behind a bush, eyes staring up in pure fright. "Take me to your master."
