Co-written with NeutronStarChild
Chapter 12: Don't Boil It! The Terrifying Dried-Up Demon
Sesshomaru stared up at the burnt out husk of the school auditorium before him. This was one incident that Inuyasha (well, Kagome) warned him was coming, so at least he was prepared.
He wasn't as prepared for everything else surrounding the incident.
He could detect the fading presence of demons, so Inuyasha had at least been useful.
Sesshomaru surveyed the grounds, his eyes searching for… there. He moved quickly towards his prey.
"Sato-san, it is good to see you again."
The man was balding and wore a sweater in the most disgusting color of forest green, Sesshomaru had to train his face away from the look of disgust that tried to escape him.
"My. My my my. This was… more than I had expected for our festival…" Sato-san rubbed the back of his balding head, looking hopelessly at the building with a hole blown in its roof.
"Yes, I was quite impressed with the production, very high quality for a cultural festival. I was surprised to see the use of pyrotechnics in the play."
Sato-san nodded his head defeatedly, "I didn't know they'd gotten their hands on… well on incendiaries."
"Students can be easily influenced by the movies. I'd not be surprised if somebody got a hold of some of their father's fireworks stash." Sesshomaru easily lied. He knew exactly what had blown a hole in the roof. "I would like to see the set up, if you please, I want to help identify what happened. This building was a gift from our family after all."
(Sato-san did not need to know that the building was a gift specifically for what happened that day.)
Sesshomaru stood on the remains of the stage, looking up through the hole his brother had left in the ceiling, his brow twitching. If one was paying close attention, they would hear a low growl.
"Sato-san, yes, it looks as if the display was more powerful than the students were aware. I do hope no one was hurt." Sesshomaru believed Kagome, he really did, but he wanted confirmation that no one else was hurt from his brother's idiocy.
"No no. Even Hojo-san was fine. He was closest to the blast." Sato-san answered, "The damage is to the building… and… we don't think that the smell of melon will ever be completely gone. Where those kids got the giant melon is… beyond me."
So that was the demon stink that invaded Sesshomaru's nose. Apparently Inuyasha had been useful, even as he had been overzealous.
"You will need an upgraded facility of course. Perhaps we could even reinforce the structure should your students desire further use of pyrotechnics. Taisho Productions would be honored to partner with your school to rebuild a new stage." Sesshomaru tried to keep his voice as genial as possible. The principal wasn't to blame for this one, but also, this was a demon's fault, and not even the demon Sesshomaru thought was completely at fault.
As the principal smiled brightly, knowing now that Sesshomaru was there to write a check, Sesshomaru continued, "Thank you Sato-san, we know how important it is to foster creativity. It was a very lovely cultural festival, it was… enlightening."
Sato-san then bowed low, "Thank you for this wonderful visit Taisho-sama. We look forward to our continued partnership."
Sesshomaru simply nodded his head in response, "The honor is mine Sato-san."
Sesshomaru waited until he was safely in the back of his limousine before removing a ring. His black hair lightened to silver. As his driver pulled away, Sesshomaru pulled out his cell phone to dial a number that had become too familiar over the past few months.
"Koga, we need to access the demon trust fund again.
Yes, half the auditorium.
Apparently he felt the need to use the windscar indoors.
No, he was not attacking the Hojo boy, demons had gotten loose apparently.
Yes, Kagome already admitted her part in this."
His hand rose to rub the bridge of his nose.
"We are building a new auditorium.
No.
Yes.
I know.
Thank you Koga."
Sesshomaru sat back with a sigh. A smile began to tease the edge of his mouth.
He'd feared a much more cataclysmic event from the way Kagome had described it. Replacing a building was child's play when his brother was involved.
