This is quite terrible, everyone. I have had to prematurely upload a new chapter in order to speak to the idiot that dares say my Gingran's pablum is, and I sadly quote, ...truly a very good piece of writing. Ugh! My heart seizes when plebeians dare utter such pure stupidity in the hallowed halls of dear fanfiction. net! (Even I, however, cannot agree with fanfiction. net's indiscriminate behavior when it comes to posting twice on the same chapter. Does it not seem, faithful readers, that the writer [or luckily, in this case, the mere and reluctant conduit for the writer] should be able to post more than once on the reviews board?! Such a genteel and lovely person as myself might have need of clearing up inaccuracies in reviews and such!) Instead, I found that I was obligated to pen this sub-par ficlet myself in order to respond to the idiocy of the so-called (But truly I say to you, what can one expect when its brilliant, if rushed, writer had only bits and pieces of stolen time to write it in? It has not had a proper incubation period!) Still, I am sorry to inconvenience all of my dears that flocked to my page, excited about a new chapter. Please forgive your humble servant!

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After a fine brushing and styling by the gruff warden, Sesshomaru rolled up his... ahem... fluffy thing, and got back to his meal, a glorious Jell-o mold and a hearty smattering of ham grits. It had been hard on him before, when he was first transferred to the criminally insane wing of the S.H.A.P. (or Sensational but Hapless Aching Perverts) facility on Planet 5 for the horrendous crime of offering a warm and welcoming home to Rin. He had since grown used to his rough environs and was beginning to feel that he belonged with his fellow falsely accused prisoners.

I now well know how that fox of a dollie Lamby feels- what with everyone on The Internet always calling him a pervert and whatnot for admiring and only wanting the best for his ambrosia muffin, Fidyldoun. It's enough.. to make.... a man... go... CRAZY! he erupted from the very depths of his soul, ripping out clumps of his fuzzy lavender scalp.

Sesshomaru had been taken into custody by the Intergalactic Task Force For Odd Occasions (ITFFOO) after they had been alerted to Possible Perversions by various purveyors of Inu Yasha fan fiction. None of the things that the upstanding gentleman had done with the delectable Rin were actually against the law, I dearly wish to assure my pampered readers. He was truly a fine man of simple pleasures whose success drove others to the jealous lengths of libel. ITFFOO decided to take no chances, however, and sentenced Sesshomaru to a horrid life of imprisonment and slave labor, selling antique sea chests and knockoff perfumes door-to-door.

They seem intent on making me look horrible as well, our hero ruminated, looking in distaste at his woolen tie-dyed togs and braided fluffy thing. He was lucky at least that this warden had a fetish for fluffy things and had not demanded that it be chopped off immediately as many other wardens did. The only drawback was that the wanton warden would daily demand that Sesshomaru unfurl his fine furry attachment, allowing the older man to lovingly stroke it and style it as he wished.

Just then, an errant asteroid popped out of the sky, bringing the Apocalypse with it. The End.

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Actually, on a second reading, I have discovered that my writing is bold and brilliant. I will be very upset (and will most likely take immediate offensive action) if one and all do not read and review. Now.