Author's Note: This is such trash but I don't care
I'd been a while since he'd gone to visit his village child. He figured he'd make a quick stop to drop off a new kimono he thought the girl would just adore. As he flew, Jaken clinging to his fur and hair flowing effortlessly in the wind, he spotted the village below.
Allowing himself a rare show of emotion, a small smile wormed it's way on to his face. The feeling was foreign to him, almost uncomfortable but he sort of liked it. "
Lord Sesshomaru! Look there!" Jaken pointed a scrawny green finger to where his hanyou brother stood playing with a child.
His wench hadn't come back had she? Her scent was not on the wind and child did not smell of the miko though Inuyasha's scent did cover her. As he descended, his interest growing, his eyes grew wide as he recognized the child.
"Rin."
"Lord Sesshomaru! You've returned!" Rin pipped excitedly though she made no movement from his brother.
She was resting on his should with her hands on his brother's head for balance though Inuyasha made sure to keep her from falling. "Inuyasha. What are you doing with my human?" he sent a pointed glare at the hanyou. Inuyasha glanced up at Rin.
"See what I mean? Why doesn't he love me?!" He shook the girl slightly sending her into a fit of giggles. He let her fall from his shoulder. She cried out as she fell before Inuyasha expertly caught her. He let her legs wrap around his waist and he supported her bottom with his arms.
"But Lord Inuyasha, I assure you he does! He just has an... odd way of showing it!" She sent a reassuring smile his way and Inuyasha rubbed the girl up against himself, while sending a smirk at him. The girl's smile brightened, loving the unexpected attention from her company.
"Ugh! Such ignorance! Doesn't she know that he's just-"
"Jaken. Shut up." He sent a threatening glance towards Jaken who snapped his mouth shut. Sesshomaru returned his gaze to his half brother.
"You have your own humans. Leave mine alone."
"You left her here with me. I say I can do what I want with her." Sesshomaru's stoic gaze hardened.
The miko left you and you haven't seen her in three years. If that does not say something then nothing does. The inu youkai nearly spoke his thoughts aloud but decided to hold his tongue. The hanyou continued to squish the girl to him, basting her in his scent. Jaken's face as about as red as a tomato.
Perhaps he'll blow up.