Party

Sweat trickled down the base of his back. It was such a rare thing, but at the moment it was appropriate at the thing he was facing. Thin streams of colored paper littered the forest, and the smell of something sweet rang through the air, making his blood boil at the sickly odor. Their small bodies were littered spread eagle, and their mouths were covered in whatever brown and sticky poison had infected them. He shoot a look towards the cause of such a tragedy, and he noticed with a raised brow that the woman that had weeks ago granted him back his arm was also in a similar state, as was the slayer. They both had content look on their faces, leaning against one each other like sisters, grinning.

"Best chocolate party ever..."mumbled the Miko.

The slayer nodded fiercely, and the children let out a happy groan.

"Can we have another one Onee-chan?" asked his ward, crawling over to her like a grub.

The kit did the same, latching onto his surrogate mother.

"No... Just no!" scolded the dead Miko, groaning as she grabbed onto her stomach.

"Kikyo I told you just to taste it, its not as if you eat anyway." said the live Miko, eyes rolling.

The dead one gave her a stare. The Miko just shrugged, and rolled onto her stomach and crossed her cloth clad legs behind her.

"We ate it all anyway." said the girl with a grimace.

Sesshomaru moved to speak, to say what was this madness when the monk across from him shook his head, looking panicked. He raised a brow.

"Don't. Just don't, its the aftermath of a party, a chocolate party too... Danger lurks here my lord." said the monk in a quite whisper.

He raised another brow, and looked at the cantankerous faces of the subjects of the ritual of the 'chocolate party', and then agreed silently with the monk. Leaning against a tree, Sesshomaru couldn't help but think that his life had taken a odd turn indeed.