Title: Unperfect Match

Genre: Dark humor/Romance

Pairing: Sesshoumaru/Jakotsu

Word Count: 138

Unperfect Match

Sometimes Sesshoumaru cursed his father.

Most notably recently, when in the course of his wanderings, he happened upon a shallow grave. Tenseiga beckoned and Sesshoumaru, with no reason not to, complied. Which brought him to his newest, and decidedly most aggravating hanger-on.

"Sesshoumaru-saaaama," A distinctively male voice crooned seductively.

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed as his hand reached for Toukijin. He was uncertain what was worse, the constant catcalls and resulting deaths, or Tenseiga's immediate, hounding demands for revival.

He sighed and joylessly slashed through the man before him. The body had barely struck ground before Tenseiga was in his hand. Sesshoumaru frowned at the beckoning sword and effortlessly slashed the creatures of the netherworld.

As he watched the smaller man crawl, grinning and pleased, to his feet, he realized he knew the 'worst part'.

Jakotsu liked it.