A/N: This was written for LiveJournal user wrongly amused, using the first line of one of her stories as the first line here as well. And it's more around 200 words than 100, but oh well.
Of Deeper Thought
They stood at the edge of the forest, silent save for the croak and crackle of crickets serenading the sky. Even Rin was quiet, for once, lost in thought of the battle everyone knew was coming anytime now. She worried. Of course, she knew that she didn't really have to worry about someone as smart and as wonderful as Sesshoumaru-sama, but still, there was something ominous in the air. Perhaps it was the way the crickets were chirping – to her they sounded like they knew some sad secret, and were lamenting it. So Rin worried, and couldn't find the right words to say.
Jaken, too, was silent, and though he didn't know it, his thoughts were similar to Rin's. It had hit him, suddenly, with more force than ever, how lucky he was to travel with someone like Sesshoumaru-sama.
They say that silence often speaks of deeper thought, Jaken mused. And I see it every day.
Jaken watched his lord, wondering what paths his mind was taking him down, and what he was planning for the upcoming battle.
Jaken felt helpless.
Unaware of his companions' musings, the demon lord looked up at the sky, an almost unnoticeable frown on his face.
Damn this humid weather, he thought. My hair will get all frizzy.