Ninety-Seven.
Jaken bowed, speechless; even as an imp, the lord was not to be trifled with.
He threw an annoyed glance at the half-breed's miko - presumptuous wench, disrespectful human - and retired on his corner of the cave, wishing for his Staff of Two Heads to cling onto.
He always had and always would respect his Lord and Master, yet he couldn't help but grimace at his doubtful choice of entourage. First Rin, and now a miko?
And he wanted him to treat her as he would have a mate, if he had one?
He inwardly whimpered - Sesshoumaru-sama, what happened to you?
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(100 words.)