Sing A Long by Kizzy

Chapter 1

Just a random oneshot I did the other night.  Or morning, depending on your perspective. 

Standard disclaimer applies.

"Do your ears hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them o'er your shoulder
like a continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?"

"Rin-"

"Do your ears flip-flop?
Can you use them for a mop?
Are they stringy at the bottom?"

"Rin-"

"Are they curly at the top?
Can you use them for a swatter?
Can you use them for a blotter?"

"RIN!"

Seashomaru's voice lashed out clearly and angrily in the fresh Spring clearing, interrupting the little girl's enjoyment with her newest fascination- a book the Miko Kagome, had brought to her the last time they had met. He had been too busy fighting his younger brother to notice her slipping the little tape player and it's matching lyric book (complete with hand signs and pictures) into his ward's pocket. Now he was regretting having ignored her too-quiet presentation during their duel. It served him right, he should have realized her lack of participation in his half-attempt to behead his younger brother would lead to no good. Who knew she'd really attack him through his own ward? An arrow piercing straight through his camp and attacking his sanity.

"Rin, cease that noise at once." He commanded. The miko may be unpredictable at times, but atleast his ward remained true to him. An emblem of his own consistency in the form of a small child.

"But Lord Sesshomaru- it's so nice! Don't you like it?" By now, her eyes were welling up with a layer of salty tears. The tangy scent attacking his sensitive sense of smell and his own mind panicking. Now she was denying him with her tears? The miko would pay dearly for this the next time they met.

"Rin, find another song to sing, or another activity to complete. Do not waste time with such a meaningless grouping of words."

"OK." Rin's sniffles ceased as she sat down with the book propped open and the staticy headphones in her ears.

Relieved that the worst of the day seemed to be over, and that it appeared that the miko had not done her task well enough to create a permanent effect on his life, Sesshomaru eased himself back into the ground before his newest tree and set about going into a meditative state.

Before long, he heard yet another whiny, wailing noise from the spot where his ward was seated.

He stood to check on her, only to freeze in place as she began to sing.

" There was a farmer had a dog,
And Bingo was his name-o.
B-I-N-G-O!
B-I-N-G-O!
B-I-N-G-O!
And Bingo was his name-o!

There was a farmer had a dog,
And Bingo was his name-o.
(Clap)-I-N-G-O!
(Clap)-I-N-G-O!
(Clap)-I-N-G-O!
And Bingo was his name-o!"

The taiyoukai snarled and seated himself back on the ground. Yes, the next time they met the miko would pay dearly.