Alright! I already played DDR and Sims 2, so I figured I'd do some more not-studying! Yes! As always, any ideas are welcome and appreciated.Gracias.


I will spare, for my own sake, a series of degrading events in which I suffered defeat on behalf of Inuyasha and Naraku. The both of them, like the vile pestilences they are, have done nothing but aggravate me in every way possible, be it through injuring me (or my pride for that matter) as Inuyasha has, or using me as a pawn. Inuyasha had always been an annoyance, but this Naraku fool is a relatively new vexation of mine. Not only did he pull my strings to try to get me to kill Inuyasha, but he also went so far as to attempt to steal my power. I noticed because of this, however, that he is more unworthy and base than I first figured. He is weak and at the mercy if his own body, and he is cowardly, sending that Kagura woman or a puppet to do his bidding. The fact that I did not destroy him is rather aggravating, and I seek to dispose of him in the near future and keep up my reputation. Word spreads like wild fire in on the metaphorical political brush field.

"Did you hear?" they say in palaces and whorehouses alike, "Of Sesshomaru's failures? Indeed. He can't even defeat a creature made from a human and a heap of demon mush or his half-breed brother. So powerful indeed!"

The other lords are not taking meas seriously as they once did. I suppose they think they stand a change against me merely because I have not accomplished a task that will prove to be menial once I can locate the dastardly edifice of my contempt. The true problem with Naraku has been finding him; however once I do and eradicate him, the buzz should wear down. The foolish humanitarian zealot Taizomaru in the East will quiet himself, I hope, for at present, he is openly conspiring against me. He is blowing the situation much out of proportion, threatening my leadership and plotting to replace me with a youthful demon who is his own supporter. This is not a bad idea per se, because he is a political radical, funneling much of the money and supplies he collects in his war efforts to the humans in his territory, not entirely unlike what Father had done. The other lords, especially Naga in the North, despise him for his compassion towards humans, yet despises anyone who competes with him. It would be impossible for the Eastern Lord to overtake me, unless of course I contract plague and even still it would be an improbability, however this has become a matter of principle. It is infuriating to think that these imbeciles, who until Naraku came about, feared me to the extent of quasi-paranoia are fostering thoughts of overtaking me.

There was even an attempt made on my life. The tenacious Southern lord Katsu hired an array of fanatical members of an extremist cult group of ninjas to assassinate me. The same obnoxious childhood acquaintance who had once been jokingly betrothed to me was the first to warn me. Eva even went out of her way to find and warn me.

"Yeah, hon, you better watch it," she said. "Katsu's got it out for you. You should probably expect those Amida ninjas to visit you sometime soon."

"And you know this how?" had I inquired.

"Oh you know. Katsu's pretty much a man whore. And when he's drunk, he just starts spewing his 'diabolical' plans like nobody's business. 'I'll get that son-of-a-bitch, Eva darling,' he told me, referring to you, obviously, and then he's like, 'Once he's gone, I'll put you in charge of his land.'"

I had been confused as to why she was professing such things when it seemed she had much to gain from them, but I soon recollected her manner of being and realized that she could care less about her political standing so long as she had what she wanted.

"So he's pretty much going to send assassins after you. He's paying them a lot too, like half of the salary of his top general…which is a lot. You should be so flattered! Katsu likes his money and I don't think he'd just throw it away on a nobody. Stingy bastard. God! I hate him so much! You know, he said I was his honored guest, but for some reason, he was treating the geishas better than me. So I poisoned them. But anyway, just watch your back. I don't hate you enough to withhold that kinda thing from you," she explained.

"Eva, you don't withhold a secret from anyone. You are looser with your tongue than with your morals, which is truly saying something," I replied, only slightly worried by what she had told me. The Amida ninjas are in fact the best of their kind, requesting ridiculous prices for assassinations. They had made attempts on Taizomaru, but even he was able to defeat them, so I lost no sleep over the matter.

Eva's warning did little more than agitate me more about my waning status. Needless to say the plan was a fiasco and it failed miserably, yet these profane disgraces are beginning to annoy me more and more with each passing day.

On a far different note, I am now beginning to appreciate, if only in minuscule proportions, the heirloom that Father bestowed me with. It was with this blade that I restored life to the young human girl Rin. I had first come across her; or rather she had come across me, while I was paralyzed after a run in with the Wind Scar. In spite of my bellicose temperament towards her, she continually made childish attempts to assist me. When I was at last able to walk again, I found her dead; mauled by wolves. Had her smile not crossed my mind at that instant, I would have continued on my way, yet I found it in me to test Father's sword; his apology to raise the dead. And it did just that. Almost to my surprise, the girl awakened. From then on, she persisted to follow me. She is hardly a bother, so I see no harm in allowing her to stay. In a strange sense, this awkward adolescent is almost a blessing, and although I dislike humanity, I can not find it in myself to leave her or allow anything negative to befall her. Why this is I am only beginning to understand myself, yet I suspect it is some sort if primitive dog-like instinct instilled in the reaches of my consciousness. It would be convenient to blame it on instinct, convenient for my own pride and self-image, yet the more I toy with the idea, the more I am lead to the ironic conclusion that I may actually have paternal feelings for this human child.