"Jaken, stop that! You're disgusting," scolded Sesshomaru, once again
trying to get his, er, assistant, to stop rolling in smelly things, as was
an annoying habit of his.
Jaken got up, covered in the crap he had been rolling in. His master was, apparently disgusted by his unorthodox actions; he could tell by the disgusted expression on his face. Jaken got that look a lot. He was getting sick of it. People were always belittling him, beating him up, and telling him what to do. Come to think of it, Lord Sesshomaru had no right to tell him what he could and couldn't roll in! The next time he saw something smelly...
"Come, Jaken," said Sesshomaru. Jaken waddled after him. He had to waddle quickly to keep up with his master's quick strides.
"Jaken, I am growing weary of your immature actions," he said finally.
"What do you mean, m'lord?"
"I mean your revolting habit of rolling in foul smelling things. You will stop that, or you will feel my wrath."
"But, m'lord-"
"I mean it, Jaken."
Jaken didn't argue. He didn't want Sesshomaru to hit him. But then, there he went again, telling him what to do. What he really needed was a good rebellion. At that moment, something caught his eye. He looked closer, and saw that it was a massive, smelly pile of crap. It was huge, no doubt the mother of all craps. Whoever made this pile should be proud. In Jaken's eyes, it was beautiful. He ran to it, preparing to do some serious rolling, but then a thought crossed his mind. This was exactly the rebellion he needed!
Jaken stopped and stood beside the pile.
"Look, m'lord!" he called. Sesshomaru looked.
"I found a big pile of poo, and now I'm going to roll in it!"
Sesshomaru was not amused. "Jaken, I really don't have time for your immaturity," Jaken stepped into the pile.
"Jaken!"
But it was too late. Jaken flopped onto his back and rolled back and forth in the crap, covering himself with the stuff, and when he emerged, he was even uglier than before.
Jaken was quite pleased with himself. He had disobeyed a direct order, his first step toward becoming a powerful demon. (Ha!)
"How do you like that!" he said.
Sesshomaru sighed. "Jaken..." He drew his sword, Tokijin. Jaken was confused.
"M-m'lord? What are you doing?"
With one smooth swipe, Sesshomaru severed Jaken's head. It rolled several feet and landed, bewildered face up, at the foot of the pile of crap. Sesshomaru turned and walked away. It was his turn to be pleased with himself.
Jaken got up, covered in the crap he had been rolling in. His master was, apparently disgusted by his unorthodox actions; he could tell by the disgusted expression on his face. Jaken got that look a lot. He was getting sick of it. People were always belittling him, beating him up, and telling him what to do. Come to think of it, Lord Sesshomaru had no right to tell him what he could and couldn't roll in! The next time he saw something smelly...
"Come, Jaken," said Sesshomaru. Jaken waddled after him. He had to waddle quickly to keep up with his master's quick strides.
"Jaken, I am growing weary of your immature actions," he said finally.
"What do you mean, m'lord?"
"I mean your revolting habit of rolling in foul smelling things. You will stop that, or you will feel my wrath."
"But, m'lord-"
"I mean it, Jaken."
Jaken didn't argue. He didn't want Sesshomaru to hit him. But then, there he went again, telling him what to do. What he really needed was a good rebellion. At that moment, something caught his eye. He looked closer, and saw that it was a massive, smelly pile of crap. It was huge, no doubt the mother of all craps. Whoever made this pile should be proud. In Jaken's eyes, it was beautiful. He ran to it, preparing to do some serious rolling, but then a thought crossed his mind. This was exactly the rebellion he needed!
Jaken stopped and stood beside the pile.
"Look, m'lord!" he called. Sesshomaru looked.
"I found a big pile of poo, and now I'm going to roll in it!"
Sesshomaru was not amused. "Jaken, I really don't have time for your immaturity," Jaken stepped into the pile.
"Jaken!"
But it was too late. Jaken flopped onto his back and rolled back and forth in the crap, covering himself with the stuff, and when he emerged, he was even uglier than before.
Jaken was quite pleased with himself. He had disobeyed a direct order, his first step toward becoming a powerful demon. (Ha!)
"How do you like that!" he said.
Sesshomaru sighed. "Jaken..." He drew his sword, Tokijin. Jaken was confused.
"M-m'lord? What are you doing?"
With one smooth swipe, Sesshomaru severed Jaken's head. It rolled several feet and landed, bewildered face up, at the foot of the pile of crap. Sesshomaru turned and walked away. It was his turn to be pleased with himself.