Question: What compels Sesshomaru to use the Tenseiga on Rin?
Words: 570
Genre:Humor / Cuteness
Karma
Jaken. Must. Die.
So was Sesshomaru's mantra as he thought of various methods to dispatch the irritating toad-demon. Honestly, since Jaken had willingly become his retainer, the daiyokai felt like he had went from being served to being stalked. The imp was constantly at his heels, never granting Sesshomaru a moment of solitude – which would be bad enough if he didn't talk. Of course, Jaken couldn't pass a day without dialogue – unlike Sesshomaru, who could – and when he opened his beak nothing intelligent came out. Did he always have to state the obvious? To top it all off, Jaken was hideous. A grade-A eyesore.
Cracking his talons, Sesshomaru figured they would be a fit demise; but when he glanced back at his vassal, the demon began to question the weight of the benefits. Prior to Jaken, Sesshomaru never knew any servants with such devotion. Come to think of it, he had to kill four of them within one decade because either they got too lazy or caught the anathema of every good underling – self-esteem.
Sesshomaru also remembered that Jaken could actually use the Staff of Heads. None of the others before him could.
The daiyokai mentally growled. Such a paradox.
All right, Jaken, he thought. You get to live for today.
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Sesshomaru rolled his eyes skyward as he picked up a now familiar scent.
First InuYasha, then Jaken, and now this girl! Why am I the target of all these nuisances? Gods, why?!
Right on schedule, a scruffy little urchin scampered out of the brush and presented Sesshomaru with an offering of unappetizing fish.
The twerp was so persistent. She made a habit of visiting him at least twice a day everyday since he'd been paralyzed from the Wind Scar.
At least she's cuter than Jaken, Sesshomaru smirked. Though, taking a second look, he noticed the vicious bruises.
"What happened to your face?"
Her mouth worked up and down for a minute, but she didn't answer.
Sesshomaru scoffed, "All right then, don't tell me." So the girl is mute, eh?
Suddenly, she leaned forward and smiled.
Sesshomaru couldn't fathom what there was to smile about. Her face was terribly marred – one eye had been swollen shut and her mouth was missing some teeth – yet the demon found himself thinking, Indeed, she is certainly cuter than Jaken.
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"Lord Sesshomaru, did you have some use for this human?"
The daiyokai stared at the girl's mauled corpse. He turned on heel. "No."
Before he could take another step, Sesshomaru had a flashback of her smile. He began to reconsider his decision. She really was a pain…just like…Sesshomaru's gaze fell on Jaken.
Hmm, perhaps I should test Tenseiga's power.
Slashing at the pallbearers from Beyond, Sesshomaru then stooped down to ascertain his results.
The child was breathing once more. She looked dazed, but otherwise alive. Sesshomaru held her a moment longer until…
"What? She's alive again?" Jaken squawked. "Lord Sesshomaru! Did you just revive that maiden with the Tenseiga?!"
As if you don't have eyes.
Sesshomaru stood. The girl was going to need to be cleaned up, fed, looked after…he almost grinned Jaken's way. That toad was going to be busy for a long time to come. And if this child ever started talking again – plans of extended leaves bubbled in the demon's mind.
My dear Jaken, he thought, karma is a many splendor thing.
Sesshomaru strode into the forest, suppressing the urge to skip.