Author's Note: Drabble that took 2nd at iyissekiwa's "Hint" contest. 250 word maximum, which is why it's so short. But I hope it entertains!

Dedicated to landofthkwt, who inspires Jakenfic.

Reminder

Jaken swallowed, hard. He forced down the lump in his throat and tried to keep his voice from cracking. "Lord Sesshoumaru," he said, overjoyed at successfully getting out the first two words.

Sesshoumaru neither slowed his footsteps nor replied.

That he did not turn and kick him was encouragement enough for the vassal. He watched a light breeze sift through his Lord's silken silver mane and ruffle the fur at his shoulder. Sesshoumaru was as commanding and purposeful now as he had been throughout the long course of the past ten years. And Jaken had proudly stood at his Lord's side—at his feet, truth be told—while he labored with single-minded purpose to build the might and renown of the Western Lands. Well, almost single-minded…

He took a deep breath and continued. "Today…," he began, and faltered. He cleared his throat. "Today…is…is the…." His claws bit into his palms. "My Lord asked Jaken to remind him…." He halted and dropped his head. There was no way to do this right.

Sesshoumaru pivoted and faced him. "It is the first of Spring, one decade to the day since we left our Rin with the old woman. You remind me—or try to remind me—as I commanded you to do, that today is the day I have vowed to reclaim her."

"Ummmm," Jaken said.

Sesshoumaru turned and resumed his pace. "If you wish to be there when I fulfill my vow, Jaken, I suggest you keep up."