Title: Showdown at the Campsite
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Probably won’t make sense unless you’ve read the series.
A/N: It’s been a while, hasn’t it?! This is the 4th instillation of my mini-series “Mirror, Mirror” where everything is topsy-turvy! Okay, so now it might make a little sense :-p
Upon entering Sesshoumaru’s camp, Kagome saw the young girl that she recognized as the demon lord’s ward…at least, she thought she did.
“Um…has your ward always been so…rambunctious?” Such a little pain in the-
“Unfortunately,” He began, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, “this is not the worst of her behavior.”
The sweet little angel that she had know was currently wreaking havoc on the campsite, kicking and pulling out flowers and throwing them at Sesshoumaru’s vassal, Jaken. The toad, for his part, was being extremely gracious with the girl as she began screaming and laughing at him.
“Why don’t you make her behave?” Kagome asked incredulously.
A pained look crossed over the demon lord’s face before it was replaced with a light scowl. “I have tried. Unfortunately for me, she is not intimidated at all with the fact that I am a demon, or the fact that my claws are lethally sharp.”
As they spoke, the girl’s screams grew in volume and she began dancing circles around the vassal while chanting about his ugliness and his annoying voice. Kagome looked over at Sesshoumaru and after a moment, he turned his eyes towards her in question.
“Aren’t you gonna do anything about this?”
Sesshoumaru crossed his arms over his chest and sniffed quickly. “Hn.”
Deciding she’d had enough, Kagome stepped forward with her hands on her hips and her legs akimbo. “Rin!”
The little girl immediately stopped to see who yelled her name. “What?”
“That is quite enough, young lady, now sit down!”
Rin glared at the intruder.
Kagome glared back harder.
The futuristic priestess won the showdown as finally, the little girl took a seat and pouted. Sesshoumaru was pleasantly surprised though his face didn’t show it. Perhaps having the priestess around would be a benefit.