A/N: Sorry this is kind've short but I really wanted to update. Also thank you so much for the comments and those of you who have favorited and/or are following this short story. I hope that you guys are enjoying it. I really appreciate you taking the time to read my work, more than words can ever properly say.

Anyway,

Let's see what's going on with Sesshoumaru the asshole genie.

Slowly, he ambled through the streets of Ankara, taking in all that had change and that which had stayed the same.

Every now and then he would walk past a familiar stretch of land or turn in the road, and that made him smile. Though the world as he knew had changed drastically from the time he roamed the earth, it was good to see glimmers of his world had withstood the change.

After leaving Kagome, the silver haired Djinn wanted to understand a little more about this new world he had found himself in, and from what he had seen so far, there were no sorcerers.

False prophets and alchemy had turned into something called technology.

Everything seemed like it was now led by either the Quran and its equivalent, science, or skepticism. Which would be wonderful for him.

The Djinn had never imagined a world where beings such as him were viewed as fables or make-believe. Yet, that is what the world had become; it was something that would be the downfall of mortals.

For, now, they believed that they knew more than the old ways. They had become so far removed from the ancient practices that they viewed them as simple stories; not as the horrible nightmarish realities that they had been—and would be again soon.

Smirking wickedly his fangs glinted in the dim glow of street lights as comprehension of his situation struck him.

In this new world, he had nothing to fear; for there was nothing and no one that could stop him. No Solomon to seal him back into the gem. No decipherable records of his name with no sorcerers to bind him to the temple. There was no one left with the power nor knowledge to stop him from opening the gate between the worlds. And even if there were, he'd earned his name 'the killing perfection' long before he left the shores of Japan in favor of the Turkish desert, without the use of his magic, and it would be nothing to remind feeble mortals of that again.

Giggling, off to his left, drew his attention and the tall preternatural creature found himself eavesdropping on the ramblings of a young man. He was admiring the night sky from his seat at some sort of hookah lounge. His long dark curly hair had been pulled back into a sleek low ponytail. Probably to keep it from getting in the way as he drew drag after drag of thick grey hookah smoke.

Sneering, the Djinn could only think of one thing as he stared at the unassuming man—fuel.

"Man, look at them; sitting so high in the sky. Peering down on the world from the best seat in the cosmos," spoke the man dreamily to a woman sitting next to him. "I would love to see what everything looked like from up there. I wish that I could see that view."

"Granted," grinned the Djinn darkly. Watching in malicious delight as the man's wished played out

Slowly, the dark haired man began to rise higher and high into the sky. Panic engulfed him as he floundered about trying to do anything he thought would help to lower him back to the ground.

People from the bar and nearby buildings gathered outside to watch him as he continued to rise higher and higher. Some were pointing and yelling for help, and others took out their phones to record or livestream what was going on.

Soon, he was beyond their sight—higher than even most planes could go. The air was freezing and thin as he struggled to both breath and understand just what was happening.

Yet, still the man soared higher as the temperature continued to drop rapidly. Frost began to blossom and spread from his fingertips throughout the rest of his body and he renewed his efforts to fight. Up his arms and down his legs, until the icy bitter cold had laid claim upon his heart. His brain was the last to stop and in his mind he continued to fight off the inevitable—believed with all his might that he could still turn his situation around and will his body to unfreeze.

However, his will was no match for the Djinn's magic. With his last breath as his brain began to shut down, he looked down on the earth—and smiled. Enjoying the view from space for the first and last time.

As his frozen body took its place among the stars, his boot had come loose and fell away from his foot. Falling back down to the earth below.

Shocking, the still gathered crowds as it slammed back down on to the street covered in a thick sheet of ice.

Grinning, the Djinn began to walk away from the now chaotic scene.

"One, down. 2999 to go," he grinned darkly. As the man's body aimlessly floated through space, his soul was viciously dragged from his frozen body. Like smoke drawn into a fan, it was pulled into the Djinn's sinister citrine eyes. Horrified, the poor soul screamed a terrified sound no one but the silver haired dybbuk could hear.

Blinking slowly, the evil creature trapped the unfortunate soul as he casually strolled down the street looking for his next target—humming a tune no one had heard in over three thousand years.

Looking down at his clothes, he decided that while he was here, he should also dress more for the times.

With a wicked smile, he spotted a men's luxury clothing store and made his way inside.

"Can I help you sir?" Greeted a young store clerk.

"No. But I think I might be able to help you," came the Djinn's dark reply. "If you could have anything in the world—anything—would you want it?"

Eyeing the tall silver haired being suspiciously, he shrugged. "I guess. I mean, wouldn't anyone?" Cautiously, he turned his head. His dark brown eyes roaming around the room looking for cameras. The young clerk knew that this had to be some sort of prank based on the man's clothing and weird tattoos. He looked like he jumped straight off the set of Aladdin—or Alibaba and the forty thieves.

Sighing, he looked around the otherwise empty store and with nothing else better to do, he decided he would play along. Just so he could see what would happen.

Curiosity and that damn cat, he thought with a mental shake of his head.

Shrugging slightly, he added. "Yeah—yeah, I would."

"Then, what is your wish?" Asked the dark being, trying to replace his sinister fanged smirk with an inquisitive stare. Looking around the store, he found a nice Armani suit among the racks of clothing and held it up to himself to see if it would fit—while he waited with thinly veiled patience for the clerk to seal his doom and utter the magic words.