Title: A Plague of Children
Written for: Livejournal Communtiy iynokakera
Theme: Set 1 – Theme #9 - Locust
Genres and Warnings: Poor attempt at Humor, also a one dimensional Rin, sadly.
Word Count: 514
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Inuyasha is owned by Rumiko Takahashi, not I.
Summary: Some people feared a plague of locusts, Jaken feared a plague of flowers, children, and above all, Rin.

A Plague of Children

There was a plague on his house and it wasn't locusts. At least, that's what Jaken thought as he ran around the meadow, attempting to keep his green self free of light, colorful, and most of all smelly things.

"What did I do to deserve this!" he wailed, robes neatly hiked above his smooth, slimy skin. As the grass brushed against his poor flesh, he whimpered, thinking of how dried out his skin was getting from the endless running around in the foliage. He needed a nice long bath in a stagnant pond somewhere. A pond that didn't include happy young children, a plague on any toad's life!

He squawked as he tripped over a rock, nearly falling to his poor, abused knees before he righted himself. And he would have locusts there too. Lots of them. He wouldn't mind a couple of fat, juicy ones to fill his tummy as he sank his feet into the mud, enjoying the squishiness between his webbed toes. A smile nearly graced his pointed face as he wallowed in the image forming in his head.

But he was thwarted as his legs ceased running and a little girl younger then him by over a hundred years pounced, wrapping her arms around his neck in a strangle hold and turning him blue with lack of oxygen.

"Jaken-sama!" Rin cried, wringing his neck with bright, freshly twined flowers she had woven together into a wreath.

"You smell much better now," she smiled, stepping back to admire her handiwork before skipping away to whittle away her time with more nefarious plagues of flowers. She was grateful to have a companion to spend the time during Lord Sesshoumaru's frequent absences. No one else could play quite like him.

Jaken watched with bulging eyes as the girl-child left him in a dreadful state. How he wished she would notice his face breaking out into sores and the grasping of his tiny, bruised hands as they tore at the knots and the flowers, breaking the stems, sending more of that noxious scent straight to his poor nose. He wished the girl would stop tormenting him as he fell flat on his back, legs kicking in the air as he struggle for breath.

'Death would be a fitting demise for this poor servant,' he thought as his vision spotted at the fresh, clean scent that attacked him.

What he wouldn't give a nice mud bath shadowed in darkness. What he wouldn't give for a bevy of flies to slack his hunger. What he wouldn't give for Sesshoumaru-sama to punish the child for being cute and nearly killing his loyal servant!

Sniffling, as he held onto consciousness by a thread, he wondered just how much trouble he'd get into when the Lord returned from his wanderings to find his servant lying on the ground, covered in daises and seemingly asleep. A tear leaked from his eye as his hands ceased their motion, half of the petals torn from the wreath around his neck. His last thought was, 'What has Jaken done to deserve such mistreatment!'