Disclaimer: Inuyasha is the property of Rumiko Takahashi. However, the story concept is entirely mine.
Jaken grumpily followed after the skipping Spawn of Satan, leaving a trail of saliva from Ah-Uhn's previous tasting in his wake. "Stupid beast," he muttered unhappily. "No doubt Lord Sesshoumaru punished it after I left."
At least, he told himself this in an effort to make himself feel better.
"Come on, Jaken," Rin giggled out. "We're almos' there!"
Jaken suppressed a shudder and rolled his oversized eyes, wishing that lightning would strike him dead this very moment. How cruel and unfair life was. What had he ever done to deserve such punishment?!
"Yaaaaay! Pwetty flowers!" Rin skipped through the double doors and into the vast garden, frolicking about and occasionally stopping to smell a particularly beautiful flower.
Jaken hung back. He was the Mighty Western Demon Lord's retainer! He, Jaken, had no business babysitting a disgusting human child. But, what the Great and Powerful Lord Sesshoumaru ordered, he carried out. No matter how vile and detestable the orders were.
Jaken let loose a soft sigh, and decided to at least try and get some rest while the child decided to run about like some crazed animal. He set his staff down on the ground and gently sat down--after all, he was still sore from the previous munching on his body--and closed his eyes, tilting his head back to the sun. He quickly drifted into slumber.
It seemed like only seconds before the Monstrous One screeched out his name, only inches from his face, and something soft and light was placed around his head.
"Jaken, look what I made you!" Rin beamed proudly. "Isn't it pwetty!?"
Short, grubby green fingers reached up and poked at it. He was actually... Touched. This human child had actually made him something? Lord Sesshoumaru had never made him anything!
"What... is it?" He asked tentatively.
Rin's grin widened even further if that was even possible. "I made you a flower wreath! You wear it on your head jus' like Rin's!" She pointed up at her own self-made rose crown.
"They smell really good too!" She took her flower crown off of her head and pressed it to her face, inhaling deeply. "See?"
Jaken smiled and nodded his head. He gingerly took his own crown off of his head and he too, pressed it to his face. Indeed! It smelled quite lovely. In fact, the smell was bringing back memories of his very own mother. Back when someone was taking care of him. Ah, but those were the good, ole days.
He happily kept the flower wreath pressed against his face, continuing to inhale deeply. He was, in fact, so caught up in his beloved memories of his mother that he completely and utterly ignored the rather infuriated buzzing that was coming from one of the flowers. A flower that was pressed quite snugly up against his inhaling nose.
Jaken crowed in pain as a very large and very pissed bee jabbed its stinger into the very tip of his nose before flying off. He flung the flowers to the ground and immediately began to ferociously stamp them into the ground.
"No, Jaken!" Rin cried. "It took Rin a long time to make those!"
"I don't care, you little beast!" He snarled indignantly, holding his already swollen and bulbous nose.
Rin let loose a small whimper and commenced to uncontrollably wail and sob, great tracks of tears flowing down her cheeks.
"Oh, yes. That's right. Why don't you just cry like the stupid, human child that you are!" He yelled, shaking his staff at her. Why, he had half a mind to beat her with his staff. She needed a little discipline beaten into her.
Jaken was so enthused with this idea that he actually raised his staff without a second thought, a pleased smile now on his quite swollen face.
"Do not even think about it, Jaken," stated a voice from behind.
Jaken whirled around in surprise, immediately dropping to his knees and pressing his forehead to the ground. "Please, Lord Sesshoumaru! Forgive me! I was not--"
"Sesshoumaru!" Cried Rin as she ran over and hid behind him, still sniffling. "He stamped the flower wreath Rin made for him into the ground!" She hiccupped.
Sesshoumaru arced a perfect eyebrow, carefully studying his once more groveling retainer. "Is that so, Jaken? Did I not tell you to entertain her?" Sesshoumaru reached down and patted Rin atop the head. "I fail to see how making Rin cry is entertaining her."
"But.. but, M'Lord!"
"No buts. I do not wish to hear your petty excuses." Sesshoumaru turned to Rin and gently pushed her towards the door that led back into the castle. "Rin, run along. I have matters to discuss with Jaken."
Rin wiped her nose and gave a small sniff before beaming him a wondrous smile. "Okay, Sesshoumaru." With that, she turned and happily skipped away from the garden, leaving Sesshoumaru and Jaken alone.
Jaken continued to grovel. "Please, please My Lord. Do not kill me! I shall never displease your human child again! Forgive, Jaken. I beg of you!"
Sesshoumaru merely stared down at Jaken indifferently.
"Oh, Great and Powerful Lord Sesshoumaru! Spare this lowly demon!" Jaken was pulling out the big guns with these.
Sesshoumaru finally spoke up, having his fill of the empty flatteries. "You have annoyed me, Jaken. What's more, you stamped the wreath Rin made for you into the ground, upsetting her. You are undeserving of her kindness."
"Oh, Mighty Lord, I did not mean to-- !"
Jaken did not get a chance to finish his sentence, for Sesshoumaru's vengeance was quick. Jaken was, quite literally, stamped into the ground himself.
Stupid humans and their stupid flowers, Jaken thought before he faded into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness and the pain-free darkness it offered.