Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters.
AN: My personal tribute to manga chapter 410. Heh, heh. Not exactly spoilers, since if you haven't read 410, it simply will not make much sense.
THIS DOES NOT FOLLOW ALONG THE CURRENT PLOT OF STORY. IT IS JUST A FUN LITTLE ASIDE WHICH COULD HAVE OCCURRED AT ANY POINT IN THE STORY. WILL UPDATE NORMAL CHAPTER SATURDAY AS PLANNED.
Sesshoumaru stood staring up into the night sky at the faint stars and waning moon. It was unfortunate that the lights from the city dulled the stars, thereby robbing him of one of his favorite pastimes—stargazing.
He sighed and looked over at the vampire, who appeared to be doing some sort of disjointed dance to the jazz music which filtered from an adjacent nightclub.
"Fortune"
"Yes, dear."
"What in the hell are you doing? Trying to drive away business from this respectable establishment?"
"Huh," the vampire answered obtusely.
"Who taught you to dance?"
Fortune huffed and grinned widely, "Why, I taught myself." He resumed his spastic maneuvers.
Sesshoumaru had to turn away—it was always difficult for him to watch someone make a complete fool of themselves. He decided to take a little walk and further distance himself from Fortune's embarrassing antics.
He wondered what it would feel like to commit such a crazy stunt, to allow himself to act in such an undignified manner. Wouldn't it be….freeing, somehow?
Lost in his thoughts, Sesshoumaru was a little surprised when a violent gust of wind swept past him, billowing out his clothes and whipping his long hair wildly about his face. Unconsciously, he lifted his hands in attempt to hold down his wayward locks, lest they become tangled. The wind on his face felt somehow familiar, dredging up a long-forgotten memory from his past…..
"The Wind."
Sesshoumaru articulated his thoughts in an incredulous voice. He was awed by the implications. It has been so many years, after all, since he had last seen Kagura.
"What wind," his nostalgic reverie was rudely interrupted by Fortune's sarcastic voice, "you mean that Mac truck which almost plowed into you."
"Truck?"
"Yes, truck—you sure are a Mensa candidate tonight, Sesshoumaru. Now, get out of the street before another truck comes barreling along and you experience some more of that 'wind' first hand."
Sesshoumaru stared dazedly at him, and a bit unintelligently, Fortune thought, before finally stepping back out of the street, joining the vampire on the grassy roadside.
Sesshoumaru wondered if this counted as having acted in an undignified manner. Perhaps not, since Fortune seemed to have forgotten his momentary lapse of reason and was now babbling on about how he loved jazz music. Nonetheless, it was embarrassing, which, of course, meant it was best to banish the entire incident from his memory. After all, he had known that it was a truck in the first place, not Kagura. His powers of denial were already fast at work.
AN: I just couldn't resist adding this little chappie after the idea come to me. Oh, and did anyone get the humor?