Measuring Up
Sesshomaru couldn't believe his rotten luck. He had never misplaced anything since his first practice blade, but now - turning his castle inside-out - he couldn't find his best pair of boots!
Those were custom made, imported directly from the Mainland, and manufactured from the finest leather. Mentally, Sesshomaru snarled; externally, he leaned against the wall and furiously tapped his naked foot.
He loathed the entire situation. Mr. Meticulous wasn't supposed to misplace everyday essentials, and besides, going barefoot was meant for children, peasants, and half-breeds.
Inhaling deeply, the disheveled demon tried to remember the past few hours' events: woke up, killed a trespassing ogre, kicked Jaken for not knowing about the ogre, then there was that late morning conversion with Rin...
What was that about?
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"Lord Sesshomaru?" Rin had walked into his war-room unannounced for the fourth time that day.
"What is it?" Sesshomaru's voice had gotten brusque by this round. He had been in the process of developing a new conquest itinerary and the gods would have it that Rin would barge in when inspiration started to whisper.
"What was the most difficult challenge you ever faced, m'lord?"
Getting a moment's peace in the past year. "Ah...I cannot recall. Don't you have another means by which to entertain yourself, Rin?"
"Can't you answer this one question?"
Sesshomaru thought, eyes flicking from one corner to the next.
"I suppose filling my father's shoes was the most daunting task." He took a second to sigh, then dove back into his scrolls - the idea was slipping!
Rin blinked. "Oh, okaaay. Uh, thank you, Lord Sesshomaru." She shuffled out granting Sesshomaru the privacy he so desperately craved.
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So then where...?
THWUMP!!
Sesshomaru started, then dashed to the wing from whence the commotion came.
He burst through the screen, claws raised expecting to find an intruder. Instead, whom he found was Rin sprawled on the floor wearing his prized footwear!
She grunted with the attempt to stand in the oversized shoes, bout only succeeded in stumbling back onto her rear.
"Well, Lord Sesshomaru," she grinned sheepishly into his cross expression, "I guess you weren't wrong. The most difficult task really is trying to fill your father's boots."
Sesshomaru felt the corners of his mouth twitch, unable to keep the smile at bay. After all, you couldn't be angry with someone who was absolutely right.
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A/N: I tried this and Dad still rolls his eyes and says if I end up at the chiropractor not to blame him.