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"Arashi!" Jaken called somewhere down the hall, the tall skinny boy with hair the color of lavender tinted silver turned. Waddling down the hall with something like a huge jar full of jelly. The little green demon stopped at his feet chest heaving,
"This is for you, f-from your mother" Jaken said hoisting the jar onto his two hands and lifting it over his head. Arashi crouched down and took it
"What is it Jaken?" he untied the leather covering and sniffed it coughing
"It smells like the miasma" he choked eyes watering, Jaken scuffed the ground with his foot and pretended not to hear
"Smells are deceiving my Lord" he said coolly.
Arashi nose still wrinkled observed the small demon carefully "You're hiding something from me."
Jaken began to sweat "How dare I? My intentions are entirely pure, I was just here to give you that delicious jelly and nothing more."
Arashi shifted slightly having crouched too long and stood, dipping a finger in the jelly. He saw the green stuff form a film around his clawed finger and shuddered. Just then he saw Midori come down the hall dressed in one of her other Western dresses. Suddenly flustered he nearly dropped the jar,
"Midori! Come smell this horrid thing!" he said, red in the face. Calmly she caught up with him, and took a whiff of the jar and coughed delicately.
"What is this?" she took the jar from Arashi and held it up to the candlelight.
Jaken answered "Jelly, very tasty jelly"
Midori shook her head, eyes starting to water "Tell me if it is good Arashi-kun" she smiled faintly then, batting her eyelashes. Arashi stared, his mouth open
"Go ahead!" Arashi put his head down hiding his blush.
"O-okay"
Arashi then licked his slimy finger, and Jaken came a strange cry of victory when Arashi's hair began to lengthen. There was a sudden fog and the sound of shredding fabric was heard. Midori just stood there holding the jar with both hands, her mouth agape.
"JAKEN! YOU WRETCH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!" cried the deep voice that now came from the greenish fog. Midori's eyes widened, as the fog cleared. There on his knees covering his shame was Arashi transformed, the remnants of his yukata lying around him in many pieces.
"The rest is up to you Midori-san" Jaken said in a sing songy tone and skipped away back into the semi darkness of the hallway. The jar burst as it clattered to the floor, spreading green ooze all around.
Arashi whispered something and from the air came a long piece of cloth which wrapped around his body.
"Midori help me up" he pleaded, Midori stood there like a stone. The shock numbing the whole of her body, he was more handsome then she had ever imagined. Though still slender and long limbed he had filled out, his shoulders broad and powerful. If possible his hair and grew longer and thicker then before. But most of all it was his eyes, deeply intense and like pools of liquid amber.
His rosy lips parted "Midori-san please" he begged. With a shaky hand he reached up and took hers. Midori cried out as he pulled her into an embrace
"Arashi!" she cried shocked, feeling the iron grip of his arms. She looked up at him, aware of the warmth of his body pressing up against hers.
"Are you happy now?" he asked softly brushing the hair away from her face. Midori gulped
"W-why should I be happy Arashi-kun?" she stammered
"Because I know it would have been against your pride to marry someone who wasn't even as tall as you." he crooned gently, his warmth breath tickling her skin.
Shivering Midori colored faintly, shaking her head stupidly "I-I liked you the way you were Arashi. You are still the same boy aren't you?" she asked hopefully.
Arashi smirked a little "It depends, if you keep flirting with me the way you have for the past two weeks. I shall lose all of my gooey innocence you are so attracted to." The look in his eyes then was so alluring that Midori struggled to pull away. Arashi was still a twelve year old boy, that had hit puberty no maturity way too early.
"Let me go!" she cried struggling in his arms
"No, for once I shall take what is mine" and her cries of protest stopped with a sudden passionate kiss. After a long moment he finally pulled away, holding her limp form in his arms. Midori eyes were closed, her lips swollen with his kiss. Gently he touched her face
"Midori"
Her eyes opened slightly, just as someone cleared there throat, Arashi turned slowly to meet the face of his Mother. Who as usual looked radiant and glowing
"How long have you been there?" he asked coolly
"Long enough" she said, her voice carrying the faintest hint of something. She helped Midori up and surveyed the damage done to her son.
"You've all about traumatized her you fool." she scolded her voice cold. Arashi shrugged
"She's been asking for that for quite sometime, my adolescent body could not articulate an answer. But now…" he smirked casting a blazing glance at Midori who had pulled her collar of her dress closer together, a deep reddening shame coloring her cheeks
Rin had bent over the jar of jelly and coughed lightly "I see this aging jelly has also impaired your personality. Your acting like your Father after he's…." she trailed off lightly. Remembering a certain night with a jar of pink jelly.
"Jaken gave you this didn't he" she added after a steely look at her son who didn't even flinch.
He stood whispering another spell and turning the fabric into a yukata, one that was a little on the short side.
"He did indeed mother" Arashi said his eyes pinned to the pale form of the princess of Amon Suu.
He beckoned her forward with his hand, she shook her head.
"Midori" he cooed gently
"Sesshoumaru!" Rin cried her brown eyes narrow with anger, a few moments later the calm footsteps of the Lord of the Western Lands appeared. His yukata light and pale green
He took one look at the scene and his brow rose "What happened to you?" he pointed to his son who now stood almost as tall as him.
"Never mind I know who did this" he cried massaging his temple with a clawed finger. Sesshoumaru silently called Jaken to him and then continued to stare at his son when Jaken appeared from the silent darkness of the old mansion.
"Jaken" Sesshoumaru's voice was calm, his face an unreadable mask.
"Yes milord" Jaken replied innocently his birdlike beak in a thin line.
"Why is my son this way?" he waved to the tall form of his son who's smoldering eyes pinned Midori to the other side of the hallway. Rin stood between them pressing a look on her only child.
"I haven't the faintest of ideas" the demon said rolling his eyes to the ceiling.
Sesshoumaru was once again massaging his temple, though this was something of a personality flaw of Jaken's and he seemed to only mean well in the process, it still brought Sesshoumaru a great anger.
"Is it a concoction similar to the one I was fed many years ago?" he asked after a pause. He heard Rin snort and a felt a faint smile drift over his lips.
Jaken shrugged still keeping up his innocent act "I wouldn't know milord. It was a harmless gift of something sweet for the child."
Sesshoumaru sighed after a moment "You are a horrible liar Jaken"
Jaken then looked up and winked, Sesshoumaru was momentarily surprised and then a wicked smile overcame his lips. He knew that Jaken had been lying the whole time and he also knew what this jelly would do to his son.
"Well I think that the affect would wear off in a couple of hours no?" he said smoothly
"I would think so, how much did you eat?" Jaken asked addressing the older form of Arashi.
"Just a taste" Arashi replied, grinning.
"Then I would say about twelve hours" Jaken stated after a moments thought.
"Twelve hours!" Midori yelped her eyes wide and round. The fifteen year old turned to Lady Rin with terror in her eyes only to see the older woman holding back laughter.
"I think it would be good for the both of them don't you think husband?" Rin added with the same wicked smile that matched her husband's.
"T-then what I am to do?" Midori cried outraged
Rin turned "The chores I gave you of course" from her kimono sleeve she pulled out a small scroll and handed it to the dumbstruck girl.
And with that the two demons and immortal woman left the two of them alone.
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A deafening silence in the hallway as Midori glanced warily at the older form of Arashi before breaking the seal and opening the scroll.
She took a few minutes to read the list before Arashi strode over and pulled it from her hands.
"Hhmmm" he began his amber eyes scanning the list quickly
"Mother wants us to go to the orchard and pick fruits. She must be planning something delicious"
"Don't you have servants to do that?" Midori asked in a condescending fashion.
Arashi's intense eyes quickly settled on his intended wife "Be careful wife, I told you not to say things like that didn't I?"
Midori nearly yelped "Where is the orchard?" she inquired hastily changing the subject, his eyes softened then.
"Three miles from here, surely a lady like you can't climb trees?"
Midori drew herself up to her full height "How you think I got away from my parents!"
At that Arashi laughed "Well I've gone and underestimated you once again my dear Midori." he smiled a little bit some of that fire returning to his eyes. The hairs on Midori's neck began to stand.
"You are insufferable" she grabbed the scroll from him and stomped down the hall.
"What about clothes? You can't climb trees in an emon!" he teased
"Nor can you!" she retorted pointing out his horribly short yukata. Arashi chuckled and watched her thin form disappear behind the bend.
"Ah Midori-san when are you going to realize that I'm in love with you?" he asked the wind before taking the brightest hallway to his room.
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An hour later Midori sailed on the red cloud with Arashi, she clung to his form afraid of heights.
"Don't you love the view?"
"Not at all!" she exclaimed and whimpered as a strong gust of wind made parts of the cloud dissolve.
"Calm wife" he stated sagely
"I'm not your wife yet you horrible teenager." she snapped coldly.
"Oh do I sense some warmth in that sentence?" he mocked
"Quiet or I'm going to faint!"
"Would it be better if I did this?" and suddenly the cloud dissolved sending them plummeting to the ground below. She heard his laughter over the raging wind.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed tears streaming from her tightly shut eyes. Warm arms wrapped around her before she blacked out.
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