Topic: D&D/Sesshoumaru
Warnings: Weirdness x.O
Word Count: 284

He looked up to see his brother's mate once again bombard his ward with objects that had yet to become useful. Sesshoumaru only endured her presence for his ward's sake under any other circumstances the strumpet's head would have been mounted on his study wall.

"Press the A button there to enter the action of you wanting the cleric to heal your warrior." he heard the inky haired teen instruct his charge.

Warrior? Cleric? The Western Lord had indeed known these terms contrary to many this human used and he couldn't piece together what his ward would benefit from knowing such things.

"Okay great, now that he's revived select the rapier for your warrior to use on that dark knight," the teen continued.

Sesshoumaru touched the hilt of his death dealing katana and scanned his grounds but found nothing. All he could see was Rin sitting in the grass, her shoulder's hunched forward with one of the girl's objects in hand, her small thumbs squeezing it occasionally. The older female sat next to her, her head bowed close to hers with a look of concentration gripping her features, it matched his wards'.

"Kagome Nee-chan! He's still alive!" worry cloaked the youth's tone.

"Umm.." Kagome bit her bottom lip, "Get the elf to shoot his flaming arrows with the +8 bow."

"What is this nonsense you're teaching Rin?" His voice was stoic bit his mind was in a frenzy, just what in the seven hells were they doing?

Without looking up the strumpet replied, "Don't get worked up, we're only playing Dungeons and Dragons on my little brother's old handheld." She waved a hand as if to bat him away. His grip on Toukijin tightened...