Disclaimer: ...Story and Art by Rumiko Takahashi... THAT'S NOT ME!
sorcerousfang: Nyaaa! I'm back since I'm having major writer's block on Deep Water. for some reason the next chapter feels really choppy to me, and I only have three pages typed!
sesshomaru: you're just damn picky.
sorceress-of-faith: he's still mad about the fan girl thing you bought at wal-mart.
sorcerousfang: YEP!
sesshomaru: you should be a demon. you find joy in the pain and suffering of those around you.
sorcerousfang: actually, the whole joy thing is genetic, I swear. My great-grandma did it, my grandma does, my dad does, now I do. It runs on his side.
sesshomaru: ...
sorcerousfang: ...I'm being serious.
sesshomaru: ...pft.
sorceress-of-faith: holycheese, he's laughing!
sesshomaru: ...I'm not.
sorceress-of-faith: Lair. you were definately laughing.
sorcerousfang: okay, you guys argue, I'm gonna entertain my guests.
Blankie
In the process of a normal, suddenly-getting-boring battle, he brought it up.
Inuyasha brought his sword down on his brother's, sending the loud clash of two tough metals reverberating through the air. Sesshomaru easily pushed it away, then halted suddenly as he attempted to outwit his hanyou sibling by changing his direction; a simple feat for the young lord.
In the short moment of his pause, his hair, sleeves, and the pelt over his shoulder continued in their momentum, blinding Inuyasha in a blur of silk and fur.
Sesshomaru shifted around him, preparing to strike him in the back.
Or at least he was, until the stunned half-demon sneezed violently.
His sudden interruption ruined the seriousness of the battle, and he dropped his hand to his side, holding back a loud growl of annoyance that was fighting to get out.
"God, Sesshomaru! What the hell is with that stupid pelt!? You keep it like it's your baby blanket or something."
He grumbled, sneezed again, and mumbled about his new annoyance, which, thank god, kept him distracted enough that he didn't notice the embarassed look that crossed his older brother's features.
Dramatic flashback opening! dundunduuun!
"Blankie!" a small, easily frustrated whelp whined.
His mother turned from her book to his voice, sighed, and tossed the pelt over to the bed, with which he curled up, thumb in his mouth, and fell asleep.
End (surprisingly simple!)
Sesshomaru blinked away the long forgotten memory, sheathed his sword, and walked away, ignoring the sudden protests from the hanyou behind him.
sorcerousfang: And that-
sesshomaru: never happened! Never! Don't even think I grew up a temper-throwing child who held onto a blanket and bit anyone besides my mother!
sorceress-of-faith: she never said anything about biting, you know.
sorcerousfang: awww! Sesshomaru was attached to his mom. That's so sweet!
Inuyasha: hypocrite! and you go around saying my attachment to my mother was stupid/
sesshomaru: NO!! That never happened.
Sesshomaru's mom: I beg to differ, my son.
everyone: le gasp!
sesshomaru: Mom! Come on, I have a reputation to uphold! What's everyone out there going to think when you show up and start spouting my past?
Fangirls: awwww!!
Sesshomaru: gah! they're out!
sorcerousfang: better run, Fluffy.
sesshomaru's mom: It's karma. definately-
fanboy: ...Hi
sesshomaru's mom: ...you try to touch me the way they're tackling him, and I swear I'll tear you to shreds before he can scream something coherent.
fanboy: ...bye!