Title: A Bone to Pick
Genre: Humor/parody
Pairing: Sesshoumaru/OC
Word Count: 458
A Bone to Pick
"Darling you're being rather abstract."
"Abstract?" repeated the couple's young daughter in disbelief. "Mother he's been raving for over an hour!"
"Ming Yue," her mother reprimanded with a small frown. "Your father does not rave." Her warm violet eyes met her husband's cooler golden. "Rant perhaps," she acceded dryly. "But never rave."
Her husband, 'hmphed' response and, at least for the moment, fell silent.
"But mother," Ming Yue began, determined not to let well enough alone. "It was just a rice ball."
"It was my rice ball," her father reminded, punctuating every other word.
"Daddy," she half whined, half pleaded as she circled her arms around her father's waist, peering pleadingly into his impassive visage. "You're not seriously angry with Uncle Inuyasha over a rice ball. He was five!"
Her lord father, Sesshoumaru, demon prince, undisputed lord of the west, slayer of hundreds, heralded genius of the literary world, self-made millionaire, and avid stamp collector stubbornly lifted his chin and once again refuted his earlier claim. However, if Ming Yue had not known better, she would have sworn there was a hint of pouting beneath his dour tone.
"Daddy!" Ming Yue groaned ineffectually, and pulled away. "Hating Uncle because he's a disgrace is one thing, but…"
"Ming Yue," Sesshoumaru interrupted tersely. "The half breed has done far worse."
The adolescent daiyoukai nodded grimly. "I know-" her lips thinned, her face twisting in sudden rage "-cutting off your arm was unforgivable!"
But, as quickly as she was angered, she calmed and gathered the cool, impassive resolve of her station. "But it was five hundred years ago. And-"
Her mother snorted and ran her hand down her husband's long ago restored arm. "Ming-chan," her mother corrected, her tone condescending.
"Such trivial matters never once troubled your father-" she smiled sweetly, and lovingly stroked Sesshoumaru's cheek. "-And as much as I hate to admit it. He did have it coming." Ignoring her husband's icy glare, she sighed and shook her head. "No, what Inuyasha did was far worse."
Horror mixed confusion colored Ming Yue's pale face. What could possibly be worse she could not fathom. She searched her father's glowering visage, haplessly for even a solitary clue.
Sesshoumaru met his daughter's searching gaze. He curled his hands into white knuckled fists and steeled himself, ready to make known his half-brother's deplorable crime. It was a crime greater than being born half human, and far greater insult than inheriting the sword undoubtedly worthier the greater son.
"What?" Ming Yue whispered, dread filling her being as horrible realization finally struck her. Could her hanyou uncle truly have committed such an atrocity? She swallowed hard, and worriedly met her father's eyes. His words confirmed her suspicion.
"He dirtied fluffy."
