A/N: Feel the Jaken-love. Poor toad, so underappreciated.
Once again; as I mentioned, this is written for the drabble challenge at inuyashafanfic.
Ill Met By Moonlight
"Hey toad! Where's Sesshoumaru at?"
'Tis an ill wind that blows, they say.
None of her business, I tell her. Leave us alone, I say, but in many more words than that, all while standing protectively in front of the sleeping human girl.
I used to say Sesshoumaru-sama should not taint himself with the presence of lesser beings, but now, I, too, protect the girl without a second thought. But I won't let that happen again, I tell myself as the red eyes disappear back into the night, riding a wind that doesn't belong in the stillness of the moonlight.