Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of the characters in it...
that would be
Takahashi Rumiko.
Hai! Omake desu!
By Richard Sienkewicz
Chapter 2.17 or "The Musings of a Puppetmaster"
Lightning flashed in the dark night sky, momentarily bathing the
clearing with light. The shadows cast by the trees seemed to take on
demonic qualities for a moment, before vanishing into the dark as the
light faded. A figure lurked in the shadows of one particularly large
tree, staring out into the distance.
His plans, so far, had been something less than successful; being
thwarted at every turn by the damnded Inuyasha. True... most of them
had been aimed at killing him, making it in the hanyou's interest to
disrupt them, but that, in his opinion, was beside the point. After
all... he had managed to engineer Inuyasha's sealing fifty years
before. It shouldn't be too hard to do so again!
The hanyou never even knew full well what he was dealing with,
always focusing his rage on Naraku and his like. Did it never occur
to him that Naraku might be being controlled by someone else? Had the
possibility never entered the idiot hanyou's mind that no mere
halfling would be able to muster the power necessary to have as many
minions as Naraku seemed to? No! Of course not! His snort of disgust
was emphasized as another lightning bolt streaked across the sky.
How could one hanyou, who was inept at nearly everything but
fighting, be able to destroy his plans so easily? Where did he gain
the ability to make himself such a nuiscence to his betters? How
could he sleep in trees all the time and still have his hair remain
such a perfect shade of white? No... scratch that last one. That was
just one of the things that came from being a youkai.
At least the fool continued to be completely oblivious as to his
presence nearby. While feigning incompetence and cuteness might be
vexing in the extreme, at least they make for excellent cover. When
the time came, Inuyasha would know full well how close his mortal
enemy had been the whole time, and the acid of betrayal would eat at
his heard right up until the moment it was ripped, still beating, out
of his chest.
Shippo laughed out loud into the night as lightning once again
created menacing shadows all around. Yes... He would get that dog,
and his little miko, too!!!
Note: For some reason this took me several months to actually get
around to write, even though I had nearly the entire thing planned
out in my head since the beginning. Makes the fact that it's tiny
even more pathetic, doesn't it?
that would be
Takahashi Rumiko.
Hai! Omake desu!
By Richard Sienkewicz
Chapter 2.17 or "The Musings of a Puppetmaster"
Lightning flashed in the dark night sky, momentarily bathing the
clearing with light. The shadows cast by the trees seemed to take on
demonic qualities for a moment, before vanishing into the dark as the
light faded. A figure lurked in the shadows of one particularly large
tree, staring out into the distance.
His plans, so far, had been something less than successful; being
thwarted at every turn by the damnded Inuyasha. True... most of them
had been aimed at killing him, making it in the hanyou's interest to
disrupt them, but that, in his opinion, was beside the point. After
all... he had managed to engineer Inuyasha's sealing fifty years
before. It shouldn't be too hard to do so again!
The hanyou never even knew full well what he was dealing with,
always focusing his rage on Naraku and his like. Did it never occur
to him that Naraku might be being controlled by someone else? Had the
possibility never entered the idiot hanyou's mind that no mere
halfling would be able to muster the power necessary to have as many
minions as Naraku seemed to? No! Of course not! His snort of disgust
was emphasized as another lightning bolt streaked across the sky.
How could one hanyou, who was inept at nearly everything but
fighting, be able to destroy his plans so easily? Where did he gain
the ability to make himself such a nuiscence to his betters? How
could he sleep in trees all the time and still have his hair remain
such a perfect shade of white? No... scratch that last one. That was
just one of the things that came from being a youkai.
At least the fool continued to be completely oblivious as to his
presence nearby. While feigning incompetence and cuteness might be
vexing in the extreme, at least they make for excellent cover. When
the time came, Inuyasha would know full well how close his mortal
enemy had been the whole time, and the acid of betrayal would eat at
his heard right up until the moment it was ripped, still beating, out
of his chest.
Shippo laughed out loud into the night as lightning once again
created menacing shadows all around. Yes... He would get that dog,
and his little miko, too!!!
Note: For some reason this took me several months to actually get
around to write, even though I had nearly the entire thing planned
out in my head since the beginning. Makes the fact that it's tiny
even more pathetic, doesn't it?