Written for my dear, dear, Aprill May
Her requirements? Naraku and asthama
Total humor abounds.
Kanna had disappeared. It didn't worry him much, but it was a minor annoyance. Without her mirror, he had to rely on the Saimyoushou. He only hoped that Mouryomaru had not managed to ingest her somehow. That boy had a nasty habit of sucking in anything that moved.
Children were such a bother sometimes. Naraku often found himself wondering just why he bothered to expel the energy to create such ungrateful underlings. What ever happened to showing respect to your master?
An undignified wheeze escaped as he attempted to laugh. Damn asthma. Perhaps combining himself with the body of an overly burnt man had not been one of his brighter moments.