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Meatball Head - humor

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Meatball Head..................................My #4 for dani's Torture a Taiyoukai, no DDT, added 050409

Sesshomaru never got drunk, first of all it was nearly impossible, not to mention expensive to boot, beyond this it truly served no purpose, sadly he had indeed gotten drunk, and not JUST drunk, no, he had gotten shit faced drunk.

‘It was all the miko’s fault .’ said his beast, thinking about the woman they had spent their evening with, and wondering how it had all come to be this way after she had come back to her time, when the jewel hunt was over.

She was just too interesting when he had known her then to give up the thought of her when she’d come back to this time for good.

It had started out easily, a drinking game between her and himself, the stitch, they were drinking demon sake. Of coarse as a supreme being that he was, he knew he’d drink the miko under the table in perhaps one cup, maybe two if she drank fast enough.

He hadn’t counted on the fact that she would be able to nearly instantly purify the demonic sake, and so, oddly enough, because it was an instinctual reaction to ‘poison’ in her body, it could not be deemed ‘cheating.’ Thusly, he had lost to a mouthy miko, and had gotten drunk. ‘No, correction, shit faced drunk. ’

Now all of this was well and good, and even tolerable to some degree, her wager on the other hand was not. Having woken up with a pounding headache as he had, he just wasn’t ready to see what had happened, but going into the bathroom this morning had given him the shock of his life.

He always hated anime, and he couldn’t even believe she had dared to dress him as ‘Sailor Moon,’ ‘Meatballs and all .’ Needless to say, the hair gel to keep the pigtails, as well as the non-wash away make up had been a pain in the ass.

The skirt, a reminiscent and even short version of her traveling days in the Feudal era, were appalling on his long warrior legs, and he didn’t even want to think about the bow just above his ass, nor the silken gloves that kind of felt nice on his hands and forearms.

Oh, the miko was dead. Of coarse he couldn’t kill his mate, but she would pay for the indignity. No one dressed him up as a mouthy blond and lived to tell the tale, ‘Except mate ,’ his beast reminded him.

Snorting in disgust as he had finally gotten out of the obnoxious garb, he got in the shower, and shuddered as he heard her giggling about ‘YouTube,’ in their bedroom.

Pressing his sculpted Sailor Moon shaped bangs, again thanks to the gel --that he was going to hide from her when he got out-- , into the shower stall, he realized mating the miko might not have been the best of ideas.

‘Then again, getting her back might be very fun. ’ the beast purred evilly making him smile. Perhaps though, payback would be more fun then he’d had in a while, he smirked at all the possibilities, as he tried to get his silver locks out of the ‘meatball style.’