Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this quick bit of drabbling… especially for the one who's changed. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
This drabble was originally posted to Live Journal on March 28, 2008.
Ominous
Something was amiss, but Sesshoumaru couldn't lay his finger on what was causing this nagging sense of wrongness. The longer he tried to dismiss it, the more urgently it plagued him. Finally, he stopped, refusing to take another step until he'd dealt with the matter. Yellow-gold eyes narrowing in concentration, he turned slowly, seeking the source of his perturbation, intending to eliminate it.
Halfway through his rotation, Jaken and Rin stared curiously up at him, but neither asked what was happening. Unusual. Continuing his circuit, the only thing the taiyoukai found even remotely peculiar was… the uncanny quiet. Hnn. Looking back at his followers, Sesshoumaru arched a brow, but his unspoken inquiry was met by wide-eyed silence. Ah. "Jaken." His retainer stepped forward, all tacit eagerness. Patience at an end, Sesshoumaru offered a faint smile.
"Y-yes, milord!" blurted the panicky imp.
Immediately, Rin giggled and bounced, singing out, "Rin won! Rin won!"
Jaken scowled at the child, but addressed Sesshoumaru respectfully. "What does my lord require?"
"Explain."
"Well, you see…" hedged the retainer.
"Rin and Jaken-sama were seeing who could be quiet the longest!" the girl cheerfully provided, then frowned. "Did Rin bother Sesshoumaru-sama? Rin is sorry. Rin will stop."
"Hnn," the taiyoukai murmured half to himself as he resumed walking. When did Rin's silence—rather than her presence—become a burden?
End Note: This drabble was written for the Live Journal community mf(underscore)sanctuary and their prompt for Week 11—Experimentation. 222 words.