It took a while...yes, I've had work to do and I just moved ;; (PS DON'T MOVE TO IDAHO IT SUCKS!) so I will still refer to myself as if I lived in Okinawa still ;; And...Obladi Oblada Life goes on Bra! lala how the life goes on!
Thanks for the 3 people who reviewed the last chapter! Except you Short-Tempered...you don't count so sticks out tongue (lol Just teasing)
It's Gunna Rain
The morning sun has not yet risen this morning, nor would it anytime today even. Over the night's hours, dark, gray clouds had settled overhead, blocking even the slightest of light from ever coming. Thus, Jaken has yet to awaken.
As the early morning hours passed to those of late, the sky only became darker while still our 'hero' slept, blissfully unaware of what was bound to happen. Eventually, tiny droplets of water fell from the sky.
At first, they had no contact with the green imp, but as their numbers grew he had not been so lucky. However, in his sleep he found the falling nuisance to be no threat and continued his sleeping, only turning on to his side and back whenever too many had fallen onto his closed eyelids.
This continued only a few seconds longer until more water fell from the dark clouds. At this time, Jaken had been lying on his back once the rain had gone from a slight sprinkle to a heavy downpour. The droplets fell into the unfortunate creatures nose and mouth bringing him into an immediate wakening state.
He hacked and coughed and did whatever he could to regain his breathing. As soon as all, or at least most, obstruction in his windpipe had been removed, it was then he discovered the falling rain. He frowned at the threatening sky and scoffed.
"I, Jaken, cannot be detoured by something so small as rain. Nothing will stop me from my journey to Lord Sesshoumaru!" He scoffed once more at the sky's rumbling thunder, which he took as a kind of retort. He began taking step; literally, into the right direction until only by the length of his staff did lighting strike the ground.
Jumping out of his skin and ten feet into the air, he began to run for any kind of cover. It seemed as if he truely angered the storm for only half a step into any direction he would take, did lightning strike.
His large yellow eyes caught onto the turned over old cart he had spotted only last night. He thanked whatever had stopped him the night before for not breaking down the entire thing for firewood.
Swiftly, Jaken ducked under the cart, seconds before the last bolt of lighting came speeding down and crashing onto the ground. Not long after, a loud roll of thunder echoed in the heavens and earth, seemingly quite pleased that the imp was left to cower under a wooden box.
Rather than take any chances, Jaken leaned against the back of the cart and sighed. He was soaked thoroughly and though he had shelter from the rain, wind crept under the cart from the sides. The pathetic creature now huddled in his corner shivered terribly. He saw that there were a few tiny piles of hay in front of him that would suffice as fuel for a fire.
He fingered his staff at his side, grateful he hadn't left it behind at his former campsite. He held it in front of him and brought it down the the ground with a light tap "Nintoujou!"
The head of the old man became animated, his jaw dropping, and from his mouth came a small stream of fire. After all, it was only a small stack of hay, half the size of his size. He didn't intend to set it to flame along with everything else there.
Satisfied with the given warmth, set his staff down next to him and waited for the heat to take effect on his drenched form. While having this source of heat was truly a blessing, he still didn't feel like he had much to celebrate as his pessimism began to settle in.
"Surely," he thought to himself aloud, "Surely if I could not find Lord Sesshoumaru, he would have found me by now...right?"
On the other side of the woods, where there was an endless rice plantation, rain also fell upon the earth, but not at all as a storm. Nevertheless, the demon lord, Sesshoumaru, sought out shelter from the rain for his younger traveling cohort, Rin and the twin headed dragon, Ah-Un.
He wasn't so worried about the dragon as he was with Rin. After all, Ah-Un is used to such weather, Rin was a mere human child. He knew the longer she stayed out in the cold rain, the more likely she is to catch another cold. He's been thought that once and he isn't quite looking forward to it again. Further more, with Jaken missing, he'd have even more time cut from his journey. A light sneeze from behind him was a clear sign that she was already starting to catch a chill, any longer now would result in worse conditions.
Luckily, there was a small hut set off to the side of the main road. If nobody were in it, all the better. If there were he'd "insist" shelter for Rin.
Coming toward the generic hut, he could tell now that there was indeed no one inside and allowed himself in and called for Rin to follow. It was an old storage storage, bags of rice were stacked to half of Sesshoumaru's height, and a few about the size of Rin. While it wasn't the best place, it was warmer here than it was out there and a lot less wet. Ah-Un poked his head in before entering fully and laying to rest in the only place unoccupied with stacks of rice by the door.
Rin wrung most of the water from her clothes and hair before setting herself onto of one of the shorter stacks of rice. She noticed a chill entering the warmer hut and turned to see her lord exiting.
"Lord Sesshoumaru, where are you going?" She asked, as she would each time he would leave. "Are you going to find Lord Jaken?" She was answered with a halt and a short nod before he took his complete exit. Upon his leave, he could faintly hear Rin's small voice singing.
Tiny Lord Jaken Where could you have gone?
Who is usually following Lord Sesshoumaru
You tell me never to go off alone,
Why did you go on your own?
She repeated the same verse as Sesshoumaru continued to walk on, Rin's voice faded until she could no longer be heard. With the rain, any trace of Jaken's scent would have been washed away. Yet, Sesshoumaru felt compelled to find his small green follower, of not for Jaken's sake, then for his own. 'I cannot afford to take care of Rin once I find Naraku, was what he told himself. Perhaps however, there was a deeper meaning that simply couldn't be explained and even more possibly never will. The explanation that Jaken was Rin's caretaker was reason enough to find his servant and he left it at that.
Jaken had spent the day and night under the box waiting for the storm to pass. Things had turned in his favor (Eventually) once in mid day did the black clouds dissipate, leaving a blanket of gray in it's wake. The flooded grassy lands mixed with the dull clouds were a good emphasis on Jaken's trampled pride and hope.
"If Sesshoumaru hasn't found me by now... he never will..."Jaken said pathetically, and for the first time since being in service of never referred to the dog Youkai as "Lord Sesshoumaru".
How sad for Jaken…..Most people hate him…yes he's annoying and all…but still…The next chapter is possibly my last one due to my YYH obsession I think I will not be writing too many IY fics gomen (But I don't think I'm disappointing anybody P )
Title based on "It's Gonna Rain" The RK Ending theme...good song...listen to it!
Jaa na!
