Monstrosities Upon MokoMoko and Friend by MontiK

Chapter 2

As if Sesshoumaru wasn't tortured enough with the half-breed for a brother now said half-breed had a little human wench. Said human wench being in danger also seemed to give his brother the determination he needed to beat him. So half of this predicament was on the shoulders of his brother and his wench.. The other half could default to him because he had allowed the imp to follow him, but this being his fault was just silly. 

So he needed to consult the map, ordered Jaken to hand it to him, and Jaken was now holding the map just out of reach of his left arm while still rummaging around the dragon's saddle bags. This would be perfectly fine if Sesshoumaru still had a left arm. 

A vein pulsed in his temple and his eyebrow twitched again, he wondered which of the many transgressions in his long life had lead to this. The unmistakable squawk of his imp retainer rang through the forest, then the slap of two toed feet on the ground as Jaken scurried to remedy his mistake and hand his lord the proffered map from the proper angle.

Sesshoumaru wanted to sigh. Would this never end?