The Megalomaniac and the Princess
By:
Querida
A/N: Why are there so few fics about Inu-Yasha's parents? Why are there so few cannon Inu-Yasha fics? Is there a point in me asking? Sessho-Maru fans take this fic with a grain of salt. Disclaimer: There is some debate as to who owns the Shikon Shards. Whoever it is, it isn't me, because I don't own anything involving Inu-Yasha, except one measly manga volume.
Chapter One: The Side Effects of Elongated Sleep Deprivation
It was times like these he honestly had to wonder why his goal in life was world domination. Times when you got three hours of sleep on average, in particular. Sometimes, it just wasn't worth it.
"What," he growled, "is it?" The nameless servant trembled in fear.
"I-Inutaisho-sama, the traitor Oniki has been located. He has been pretending to be a forest god in a ningen village." He said, bowing low. From his position, he noticed with an awkward grimace that the wooden floor had the beginnings of a termite infestation. His lord would not be happy about that.
To be perfectly honest though, Inutaisho was of the opinion that nothing could ruin his bad mood. This is not necessarily saying he was right (several things could, but he was too tired to think of them), but that he would care about the termites about as much as he cared for the local trout population. And, he had no idea there was even a local trout population, so that was saying a great deal.
"And why," he asked irritably, realizing there was no way he could get a little more sleep, "didn't the scout deem to kill him?" He lifted his head to give the servant a groggy, grouchy stare. The servant bowed his head to the ground.
"I know not, Inutaisho-sama! Perhaps he thought you would like the pleasure of killing the traitor and make an example out of him." Actually, the scout didn't kill him because it was happy hour at the youkai bar, and had been too drunk afterwards to do anything. But there was no reason the Lord of the West had to know that. Said Lord of the West took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"If you want things done right, I guess you have to do them yourself." He sighed, sitting up in his bed. He thought about what he just said for a moment. "That's a good one, write that down." The servant quickly sat up, pulled out a piece of paper and a brush and wrote it down. The dog demon noticed he had several crushed bugs on his forehead.
"An excellent quote, my lord. Excellent indeed." The servant went on buttering him up, but he was too busy staring at his forehead to notice.
"What is your name?" He asked, as an afterthought.
"I am but a lowly servant, mi lord. I'm hardly worthy to say my true name in your presence." The servant protested.
"You know, if you keep sucking up to me anymore, you're going to swallow my foot. Just answer the question."
"Jaken, Inutaisho-sama."
"The toad prince my son saved?"
"Hai, milord."
"Well, Jaken, you have some dead bugs on your forehead. Just thought you'd like to know." The toad's eyes widened, and he bowed low again.
"Arigato gozaimasu, Inutaisho-sama!"
"Now leave, before I loose my foot." The servant/prince/thing nodded his head and left. Inutaisho groaned a little, rubbed his eyes, and got ready for the day. As he removed his sword, he accidentally knocked down a fan. He stared at it. It had been his wife, Yukiohi's favorite. Whatever she lacked in personality she made up for in perception. She had used the fan to cover smirks or frowns when examining petitioners or potential allies. Yukiohi had always said that it was better to let them think they knew nothing, and she had been right. Often, they had caught enemies claiming to be allies like that. But, she was no longer with the living. She had died in a fight with her sister, though she had brought her down with her. Despite the fact she had been somewhat of an ice queen (or snow, as her name would imply) he found herself missing her. Then Oniki would never have become an issue, he would never have had to wake up after only two and a half hours of sleep, never have had to pick up a sword, never have had to knock her fan down, never have had to pick it up, and never would have had to discover he had a termite problem. Termites of all things. How sad. He stared at the fan a little longer, before sweeping out of the room, and straight into his son.
"Sumimasen, Chichi-ue-sama." Said Sessho-Maru. Whether or not he was sincere about it was anyone's guess. He, unfortunately, inherited his mother's personality.
"It's alright, son. What are you doing up so early?"
"Why are you? I thought you would be sleeping a little longer."
"I asked you first." He tried to be easy-going with his son, in hopes he would pick up some of his mannerisms.
"I am up because I have business to attend to." The younger answered cryptically. It was then realization dawned on the elder.
His son was a basket case.
He didn't exactly revel in this newfound nugget of knowledge. At the mention of nugget, he came to another earth shattering revelation. He was hungry.
"Well," he said, "I hope your business includes the kitchens. Join me for breakfast." But, no such luck. Sessho-Maru shook his head.
"I have already eaten breakfast." He said in his usual distant matter. Inutaisho gave up.
"Another time then." He suggested.
"Another time." With that, he bowed slightly and excused himself. His father watched him go. He never had time for his father, did he? Children these days, honestly. Suddenly feeling much older than his three centuries, he went off to the kitchens to determine what to eat.
Sessho-Maru frowned a little to himself (which sent the servants into a run reminiscent of a ningen being chased by a bear). He disliked his father being so inquisitive in his personal matters.
Like he would really tell him he had to go take a dump.
***
"What was the shape the spy found him in?" He asked his general, Raioji.
"He was in a humanoid form, I suppose. He had brown hair, green eyes, and his clothes were also in the same color. He'll be the one running in terror from you, I suppose!" Raioji exclaimed, laughing at his own joke. Inutaisho found himself contemplating a personnel change.
"And he's hiding out in this village?"
"Aye, milord. When will you be leaving? Should I bring a rake?" He laughed again at his own joke, and Inutaisho had to dig his claws in the floor to keep himself from dicing him into tiny pieces, although it *would* be an ideal solution to his stress problem.
"That won't be necessary Raioji. Just give me the map." He commanded dryly. The general rolled the map up and tied it quickly, handing it to him. He took it, and put it in his belt. He never carried any supplies aside from a sword, water canteen, and a map. It was easier that way. Raioji saluted, Inutaisho saluted back, and stalked out into the wide open.
The sun was shining, the flowers were swaying in the breeze, and the birds were chirping cheerily.
He wished they'd all shut up and let him sleep for once.
And there you have it, my first (posted) Inu-Yasha fic. I would love it if you reviewed and told me what you thought. And be honest. Just not scathing. =)
*Jaken was supposedly a toad-youkai prince, or so I heard. *Inutaisho is not his actual name. His actual name is never actually mentioned, but this one is in common usage. *Hai = yes *Arigato gozaimasu = the polite way of saying 'thank you very much'.
Next chapter will be introducing Inu-Yasha's momma and his parent's first meeting!
By:
Querida
A/N: Why are there so few fics about Inu-Yasha's parents? Why are there so few cannon Inu-Yasha fics? Is there a point in me asking? Sessho-Maru fans take this fic with a grain of salt. Disclaimer: There is some debate as to who owns the Shikon Shards. Whoever it is, it isn't me, because I don't own anything involving Inu-Yasha, except one measly manga volume.
Chapter One: The Side Effects of Elongated Sleep Deprivation
It was times like these he honestly had to wonder why his goal in life was world domination. Times when you got three hours of sleep on average, in particular. Sometimes, it just wasn't worth it.
"What," he growled, "is it?" The nameless servant trembled in fear.
"I-Inutaisho-sama, the traitor Oniki has been located. He has been pretending to be a forest god in a ningen village." He said, bowing low. From his position, he noticed with an awkward grimace that the wooden floor had the beginnings of a termite infestation. His lord would not be happy about that.
To be perfectly honest though, Inutaisho was of the opinion that nothing could ruin his bad mood. This is not necessarily saying he was right (several things could, but he was too tired to think of them), but that he would care about the termites about as much as he cared for the local trout population. And, he had no idea there was even a local trout population, so that was saying a great deal.
"And why," he asked irritably, realizing there was no way he could get a little more sleep, "didn't the scout deem to kill him?" He lifted his head to give the servant a groggy, grouchy stare. The servant bowed his head to the ground.
"I know not, Inutaisho-sama! Perhaps he thought you would like the pleasure of killing the traitor and make an example out of him." Actually, the scout didn't kill him because it was happy hour at the youkai bar, and had been too drunk afterwards to do anything. But there was no reason the Lord of the West had to know that. Said Lord of the West took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"If you want things done right, I guess you have to do them yourself." He sighed, sitting up in his bed. He thought about what he just said for a moment. "That's a good one, write that down." The servant quickly sat up, pulled out a piece of paper and a brush and wrote it down. The dog demon noticed he had several crushed bugs on his forehead.
"An excellent quote, my lord. Excellent indeed." The servant went on buttering him up, but he was too busy staring at his forehead to notice.
"What is your name?" He asked, as an afterthought.
"I am but a lowly servant, mi lord. I'm hardly worthy to say my true name in your presence." The servant protested.
"You know, if you keep sucking up to me anymore, you're going to swallow my foot. Just answer the question."
"Jaken, Inutaisho-sama."
"The toad prince my son saved?"
"Hai, milord."
"Well, Jaken, you have some dead bugs on your forehead. Just thought you'd like to know." The toad's eyes widened, and he bowed low again.
"Arigato gozaimasu, Inutaisho-sama!"
"Now leave, before I loose my foot." The servant/prince/thing nodded his head and left. Inutaisho groaned a little, rubbed his eyes, and got ready for the day. As he removed his sword, he accidentally knocked down a fan. He stared at it. It had been his wife, Yukiohi's favorite. Whatever she lacked in personality she made up for in perception. She had used the fan to cover smirks or frowns when examining petitioners or potential allies. Yukiohi had always said that it was better to let them think they knew nothing, and she had been right. Often, they had caught enemies claiming to be allies like that. But, she was no longer with the living. She had died in a fight with her sister, though she had brought her down with her. Despite the fact she had been somewhat of an ice queen (or snow, as her name would imply) he found herself missing her. Then Oniki would never have become an issue, he would never have had to wake up after only two and a half hours of sleep, never have had to pick up a sword, never have had to knock her fan down, never have had to pick it up, and never would have had to discover he had a termite problem. Termites of all things. How sad. He stared at the fan a little longer, before sweeping out of the room, and straight into his son.
"Sumimasen, Chichi-ue-sama." Said Sessho-Maru. Whether or not he was sincere about it was anyone's guess. He, unfortunately, inherited his mother's personality.
"It's alright, son. What are you doing up so early?"
"Why are you? I thought you would be sleeping a little longer."
"I asked you first." He tried to be easy-going with his son, in hopes he would pick up some of his mannerisms.
"I am up because I have business to attend to." The younger answered cryptically. It was then realization dawned on the elder.
His son was a basket case.
He didn't exactly revel in this newfound nugget of knowledge. At the mention of nugget, he came to another earth shattering revelation. He was hungry.
"Well," he said, "I hope your business includes the kitchens. Join me for breakfast." But, no such luck. Sessho-Maru shook his head.
"I have already eaten breakfast." He said in his usual distant matter. Inutaisho gave up.
"Another time then." He suggested.
"Another time." With that, he bowed slightly and excused himself. His father watched him go. He never had time for his father, did he? Children these days, honestly. Suddenly feeling much older than his three centuries, he went off to the kitchens to determine what to eat.
Sessho-Maru frowned a little to himself (which sent the servants into a run reminiscent of a ningen being chased by a bear). He disliked his father being so inquisitive in his personal matters.
Like he would really tell him he had to go take a dump.
***
"What was the shape the spy found him in?" He asked his general, Raioji.
"He was in a humanoid form, I suppose. He had brown hair, green eyes, and his clothes were also in the same color. He'll be the one running in terror from you, I suppose!" Raioji exclaimed, laughing at his own joke. Inutaisho found himself contemplating a personnel change.
"And he's hiding out in this village?"
"Aye, milord. When will you be leaving? Should I bring a rake?" He laughed again at his own joke, and Inutaisho had to dig his claws in the floor to keep himself from dicing him into tiny pieces, although it *would* be an ideal solution to his stress problem.
"That won't be necessary Raioji. Just give me the map." He commanded dryly. The general rolled the map up and tied it quickly, handing it to him. He took it, and put it in his belt. He never carried any supplies aside from a sword, water canteen, and a map. It was easier that way. Raioji saluted, Inutaisho saluted back, and stalked out into the wide open.
The sun was shining, the flowers were swaying in the breeze, and the birds were chirping cheerily.
He wished they'd all shut up and let him sleep for once.
And there you have it, my first (posted) Inu-Yasha fic. I would love it if you reviewed and told me what you thought. And be honest. Just not scathing. =)
*Jaken was supposedly a toad-youkai prince, or so I heard. *Inutaisho is not his actual name. His actual name is never actually mentioned, but this one is in common usage. *Hai = yes *Arigato gozaimasu = the polite way of saying 'thank you very much'.
Next chapter will be introducing Inu-Yasha's momma and his parent's first meeting!