A few months had passed since Sesshoumaru had passed his beloved fluffy scarf (or whatever you want to call it) to his younger brother. He never admitted it, but aside from the fact that Inuyasha was gaining a bratty new attitude, he was pretty cute whenever he dragged around the fluff. Partly because he was too small to carry it properly.
But the sorrows of Jaken lingered on. He was still mad at Inuyasha, because he had always thought that when the time was right, he would have inherited the fluff.
"Can we sleep now?" Inuyasha yawned, "Im tired."
"Of course. We were going to stop shortly, anyway." Sesshoumaru nodded.
Jaken gasped. He could tell his master was lying! He had said that he was going to be tough on Inuyasha, but he was treating him like an... An... Equal!
"Guard him, Jaken." Sesshoumaru ordered.
"Yes, My Lord." Jaken sighed. Inuyasha plopped down on the fresh spring grass and curled up on the pure white fluff. Even after a filthy half-breed child had drooled all over it, the pelt had not become filthy or discolored. This is one of the many mysteries Jaken has faced in his lifetime; and along with the mystery of how Sesshoumarus hair retained its natural glow no matter how many decades apart his bathing schedule was, this mystery remained just that: a mystery.
"You little turd." Jaken spat, "You are causing My Lord to become... become..."
"Become a what?" Inuyasha grinned, "My slave?"
"Don't speak in such ungrateful terms, you trash!" Jaken screamed, "There is no way My Lord is anything lower than a pure demon. He is practically a prince, not to mention lord of the western lands--"
"Sounds like you wanna marry my big brother."
"Do not!"
Inuyasha started singing. "Sesshie and Ja-ken, sittin' in a tree! Kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-jee!"
"That thought has never crossed my mind! Not once! And where the hell did you find my diary, you little worm!" Jakens face flushed, "And you never again address My Lord as 'Sesshie!'"
"But it's so much easier than Sesshoumaru." Inuyasha complained.
"That's the problem with today's youth!" Jaken proclaimed, "It always has to be easy! Why, my fathers name was sixty-three syllables long!"
"What was your fathers' name?" Inuyasha asked.
"I forget. We always called him Joe. But that's beyond the point!"
"Boo-hoo. Ain't it a cryin' shame. Now shaddap and go to sleep, you dumb old toad."
Jaken thought about strangling Inuyasha in his sleep, but he decided against it. He thought of something better. He took his diary out of his kimono and ripped out a page. He took his inkwell out of his doofy-looking hat and began to write...
"Dear Mother, It's been a while, huh? Well, that's beside the point. I never thought it would come to this, but I think it's about time you gave my master a good talking to..."