InuYasha and everything in it is NOT mine!
Domestic Life: on Cutting
The air was pungent with miasma, and Sesshomaru stifled a cough into his fist, struggling for each step. "Naraku... Naraku!"
"Over here!" The voice was light with cheer.
Sesshomaru would have sneered if that wouldn't have caused more miasma inhalation and made his way towards the hanyou. "Spider, what exactly are you doing?"
Naraku chuckled his eerie, little laugh and tested the edge of the weapon in his hand. "What does it look like? Come a little closer, Sesshomaru..."
Sesshomaru did the only sensible thing and stopped on the spot, his eyes narrowing to golden slits. "Why?"
"Does it matter?" countered Naraku with an irritated little hiss, standing from his crouch but remaining in the inky shadows.
Sesshomaru choked back another cough and squinted through the purple haze. "Fine..." Each step a chore, he once again moved towards the spider-demon.
Naraku smirked and ran a finger along the sharp edge, nodding in satisfaction when violet drops bubbled out and evaporated.
The dog-demon made it through the heavy hangings and looked dizzily at him. "Naraku, this has got to end. The neighbors are complaining."
Naraku looked hurt and sliced another deformed growth off his beloved venus flytraps. "But you promised I could do the gardening!"