Crickets by ShadowsWeaver1

Crickets

Chirp...

Chirp...

Chirp..

.

Chirp...chirp...chirp...

Chirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirp

Crickets. How he loathed crickets.

Golden eyes flashed dangerously as they scanned the field, moonlight reflecting back sharply from the glazed surfaces. He wondered, absently, if the noise would stop if he simply burned the entire field down to the dirt. He supposed it wasn't likely, but there was always a chance...

"Gah! You stupid child! When Lord Sesshomaru finds out you've been..."

There really was no need to listen. Whatever nonsense the toad was spewing wasn't worth his ears anyways. It was a welcome enough distraction from the endless drone of chirps, though. He picked up a small stone from the ground at his feet, pinched it between his fingers and...

"But, master Jaken, Sesshomaru-sama told Rin that-"

"No no no! You stupid ch-!"

**Snap**

The pebble hit its mark before the toad could even finish. He held rigid for half a second before gravity did the rest and pulled him face first to the ground.

"Rin."

Sesshomaru spoke and the girl-child beamed her radiant smile, carefully stepped over the prone form of her guardian and proceeded to skip in his direction.

"Yes Sesshomaru-sama?" she asked eagerly once at his side.

"Carry on with your lesson. You will pour the tea and drink it before it cools this time."

"Hai!"

Another beaming grin and the girl turned, skipping her way back, again careful not to step on the prone form of the toad, and went back to her bowls of herbs and spices.

Sesshomaru didn't so much watch her go as he listened to the movement. His eyes went back to scanning lazily over the terrain, taking in the smallest details, watching for threats, sudden movements, unnatural...

Chirp...

He almost sighed. Why wasn't he burning the field down again?

"SSSIIIIIITTTTTTT!!!!"

Oh, thats right. Because he was downwind.

As gratifying as it might have been, it wouldn't serve his purposes to set a blaze when the air currents would just send it back in his direction. Besides, he wasn't about to give away his position to the mongrel and his group only a short distance away. Well, relatively short, that is. He had to keep enough distance that the moronic half-breed wouldn't hear the ruckus the girl-child and toad were so prone to, but still not so far that his ears couldn't pick up on the goings on at the camp beyond the field.

Really? Was the boy actually so stupid as to tell his female, any female, that her dress was indecent?

"SSSIIIIIITTTTTT!!!"

Apparently so.

Not like he would argue the fact. The miko's attire was highly inappropriate. But, really, it wasnt like he was one to complain. He might have, perhaps, used slightly more currents of energy than were strictly necessary when in her vicinity just to see how much was needed to lift that flimsy little skirt. As it turned out, not a whole lot. And, as it turned out, what she wore beneath it was a great deal less than he might have imagined. Not like he had really tried to imagine, just that he really had no objection to not having to.

"SITSITSITSITSITSIT!!!!!!"

Well, it was better than crickets. At least this sound came accompanied by the oh so satisfying thump of the idiot hanyou hitting the ground for having raised the ire of the firey little miko.

Really, had he not learned his lesson yet? Or perhaps that wasn't the real question. Why would he actively try and cover the girl up? It wasn't like she seemed to care. So why wouldn't the whelp support her trouncing around in those deliciously short skirts and scandiously transparent tops? Was he not male?

The argument across the field had dropped into tense silence. There was a moment, a brief flicker in time, when Sesshomaru thought he could actually feel the sting of the miko's power even from the distance she was away. If his focus hadn't already been on the commotion, he would have known it for what it was.

Kikyo.

The blazing moron he had the unfortunate distinction of calling brother had actually gone and said it. And she was so far beyond any kind of rage that she didnt even bother with the seal of her subjugation to punish him. She had simply, quietly, and without another word to any of them, left.

So much for his entertainment.

It was almost a shame. Not the miko, he didnt care one way or the other how she ended up. And certainly not the idiotic half-breed, that moron could stay buried in the crater he had made for himself for all time. But...

Chirp...

Damnit! How he loathed crickets!