DISCLAIMER: I do not in any way or form own Inuyasha or Ouran High School Host Club.

A/N: Hello minna! As I said in Games and Love, this is mostly a look into the actions and memories of the characters of Games and Love. It will be different characters from time to time, and could also be someone is requested by you. It also depends on how much the characters cooperate since we all know that a certain Daiyoukai does not always allow us to know his real thoughts on his true feelings.

This is a short look into Shippō's mind. This is right after Chapter6: Of Secrets and Threats.

Enjoy minna!

And so without further ado the first part of Actions and Memories!

Omake: Of Spying and Photos

Behind the door, Shippō let out a sigh of relief, before, with a small poof of blue air, he transformed back into his adult form, and walked away towards his room. His Ouran uniform was as pristine as when he had put on that morning, and from within his pocket took out his now most precious object.

His cell phone, which had picture upon picture of his bishōnen mother at her first day of school, some were taken with her new friend while others yet were when she was listening attentively to her teachers drone on and on, on their lessons.

Having arrived at his room he walked to his desk and plugged in the phone and started looking through all the pictures, picking his top five he thought were the best, it was actually a very hard decision, one he spent almost an hour contemplating, he printed out five sets of pictures. Going to his closet he pulled out all the frames necessary, he had purchased all the frames before his mother had even been born, which made most them priceless antiques, but it was his mother and deserved only the highest quality, which some of the frames of today were definitely not.

Letting them cool for a bit, he looked over them.

One she was under a tree that she was leaning against a tree, hand raised trying to control the wisps of hair that were floating every which way from the sudden gust of wind, her eyes slightly squinted, looking up to the sky. It was definitely one that had caught his breath at the beauty his mother possessed and made her seem all so much like the warrior she was, there was no belying the inner fire in her eyes, or the way her every move seemed to impersonate the word strength. And though that inner fire, was in actuality frustration over her son not telling her he would attending school with her, he chose to ignore it.

The next was of her waiting outside of class for her new friend to head towards the cafeteria to get some food, she was standing outside the door, legs opened in a defiant stance, with her arms crossed over her chest looking as stern-faced as a certain dog demon, eyebrow raised mimicking his trademark look, lips turned down in dissatisfaction, while her braid was carelessly tossed over her back, her bangs making her seem like a dark lord displeased with the way things were going. In the back room he had heard of few of the comments that females had said, and it tickled his mischievous kitsune nature silly, to know that his mother had so easily fooled the human females into being a male.

Looking at the next two he couldn't decide which one was his most favorite one. There she was in her ever present protectiveness, one of the silly females that had begun to follow mother had, in her words to her friends afterwards, 'been ever so distracted by his handsome face she had carelessly tripped over her own feet.'

Mama was holding onto the distraught girl, arms have reached out to grab her, and as a result she had pulled her abruptly into her, seeming as to be embracing her in a fit of passion, while Mama's eyes seemed to be filled with determination to not allow the female to fall, the girl was as flustered as any woman that Mirouko had made advances to in the past, with heart shaped eyes, that clearly, mama missed as she asked if she was alright. The people in the background I had faded to away, as to put in front and center the way mama would always be, even when she was in the present era and no one needed any drastic saving.

I think the next one was one though I was thinking of not saying what had really been going on to anyone who asked. Though mama looked as dashing as could possibly be, sitting in a rigid stance, hands idly jotting down something on the notebook in front of her, she seemed to be a bit blank-faced, making it seem as she was studiously listening to what her teacher were saying. She seemed to be completely absorbed in the material. The fact of the matter though was she had been in her most dreaded class, math. So instead of focusing she had been in her mind, probably thinking of ways to punish me when we got home, if the tiny smirk on her face was any indication, only noticeable to me.

The final picture though, completely personified the person mama was. It was after school and she had decided to walk her friend to the outer gardens, having forgotten something or the other when they ate lunch outside earlier in the day, after saying the craziness of the cafeteria, after mama had rescued the infatuated female, had damaged her sense of hearing. The new friend mama made was walking a few steps ahead of her, trying to hurry and get whatever it was that she had forgotten at that time. When suddenly her head was thrown back in laughter at something her new friend had said, a hand clutched to her middle, her hair had at one point had been released from her tight braid, falling like a dark silky curtain, seemingly to float on air before it fell as was the rule of gravity, her Ouran uniform was a perfect fit, welding to her legs, before the blazer fell a bit loosely in an effort to hide her more substantial area, or so mama said after having tried it last night. I had been careful to use my professional camera in that one, using the small memory card in my phone, since the movements of her reactions would have come out the tiniest bit blurry if not focused correctly, so leaving no room for error I had snapped it up in milliseconds, thanking my demon speed in helping me catch the perfect moment.

They were of the first day of school, so I knew that the people that loved Mama more than anything would want one.

Let's see this one for Obāchan, this one for Jii-chan, hmm this one for Sōta-chan, Kōga should get this one he'll probably be smacked by Ayame for his pervertedness, which would be fun to see, Inuyasha can have this one. I wonder which one will please Sesshomaru? Maybe the one the one where she seems to be concentrating on her work? Yeah that one, so that he'll think she was being attentive during class. Who else is missing?

Or right Ginta and Hakkaku, let's see these two pictures seem like they'll remind them of when Mama would get angry at their boss.

And since I worked hard for these pictures I'll keep them myself. Nodding I my head in decision, I got work in the framing the photographs and leaving a note for each to take to them at a later date.

"They better enjoy my hard work," I muttered to myself.

"What hard work Aka-chan?" Please don't be mama please don't be Mama.

Turning I could see Mama's narrowed eyes, starring at the monitor.

Busted!

"I can explain Okaa-san!"

Walking into my room, Mama closed the door, making the thud of impact thunder ominously in the, now confining room, before her voice grew cold, "Yes you will, A~ka~chan," she said slowly.

In his study Sesshomaru could hear the wailing of a not so smart kit.

"This Sesshomaru thought to have taught him better," he muttered slowly shaking his head, in disappointment. "Rento, make sure that photographs do not get destroyed, this Sesshomaru does not believe his Imōto will be in a rational state of mind and will destroy them."

"Hai Sesshomaru-sama." The blonde-haired demon slowly dissipated into thin air, or so it seemed.

"Just because you got caught Kit does not mean this Sesshomaru will not get his pictures," said a smirking Daiyoukai. "She won't tell this Sesshomaru anything either having taken out her anger on you."

And so with a small chuckle, the Lord of the West continued with his work, while his most beloved packmates had an all out war in the Kit's room.

It was another typical day in the Taisho household.