A Servant to Love
"Inuyasha!"
"What?" the hanyou asked frantically.
"I…I lost my makeup. And it's only eight, and on a Monday, too! I hate Mondays so
much…"
Inuyasha slumped to the ground. "What the heck, Kagome? Two STEPS away from your
house, and you act like the world is ending! Because of MAKEUP! Now, if it were the Shikon jewel…"
"Inuyasha…SIT!"
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!"
"You idiot!" Kagome snapped. "Makeup is VERY important to girls! Now go find it!"
Inuyasha looked around, getting into a standing position after the spell wore off. "Jeez… ah-hah!"
"You found it?" Kagome asked hopefully.
"Nope…BUT…" the hanyou bent down, rubbing his finger into the dirt. "I'm sure this
would go nice with your complexion."
"THAT'S DIRT!"
"So you have similarities."
"OOOH! The only woman who has any similarities with that filth is your precious Kikyo, jerk!"
"HEY!" Inuyasha retorted. "Don't speak about her like that!"
"And why not?" Kagome asked defiantly. "You know what? I'm not speaking to you!
Goodbye, and SIT!" She walked off to the well house, leaving the hanyou to his loving dirt.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing wench!"
Kagome couldn't hear him. She was already off in a different time.
"My lord! I'm afraid I have some bad news."
"What is it Jaken?" growled Sesshomaru.
"Two of your servants, they caught a disease and, well, you can imagine the outcome,"
Jaken ended miserably.
"Humans…"
"Weak little things, aren't they?"
"Indeed."
The lord dismissed Jaken, who had become tired from catching up with his master's strides.
'No matter. I will have to find more wandering servants.'