Musings of a Mastermind by EvilLilVixen

Bring It Around

A/N: So a friend and I are doing a little challenge between the two of us. We're calling it 'Channel Surfing' where we each pick a channel for the other person and they write a little ficlet or snippet for that particular channel. This is one I did for my prompt: The Anime Network. I might fiddle with the other ones I did and make them Kagome/Sesshomaru oriented. :) I hope you enjoy! ~Vixen

Ficlet 1: "Bring It Around"

Theme: The Anime Network

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any of Rumiko's characters...damnit

               By all the damnations, he would never figure out how the woman managed to get him in these situations. There was the one time where she dragged him to a benefit and he had been forced to endure children for hours on end. Then there was the donation to the humane society where he was forced to hold kittens.

                For one of his caliber, it was revolting. There was a time he was feared and respected. And minus that horrid run in with that Japanese manga writer, he could still claim a little respect. That had been a bad idea in hindsight. One of his more down years when he had been well, pouting as she put it, he called it reminiscing. Another charity benefit he had been forced to for young inspiring international writers. He had grumbled about how well things had been in the past to a young woman. She had soaked up his attention like a sponge and he should have been suspicious. But it was nice to be able to pour out everything he kept bottled up inside.

                Then the manga ‘InuYasha ‘hit the market.

By Kami, she even named it after his brother! Never mind the fact she made up the whole time traveling girl bit, guess she needed to add her own twist but really…InuYasha? The half-breed was never capable of half the things that vile woman wrote about.

                He merely frowned and ignored it, especially when she would buy the merchandise and parade around with it. The horrid copy of him in a plush was probably the worse as the woman had taken to sleeping with it.

                Now here he stood, surrounded by smelly humans, all parading around in skimpy, ridiculous costumes. The females of the bunch were the worse, wanting to stop and touch his person, which was unacceptable. All awhile, she stood with him, her blue eyes twinkling in delight as she took in his pain. She was a sadistic one, but then again, any woman of his would have to be. He just didn’t know how far her sadist side ran. When she brought up this ridiculous outing he figured, at worse, he would portray himself.

                But not this.

                “Oh…my god!” a girl dressed in a skimpy schoolgirl outfit stopped near him. “Can I take a picture with you? Please?”

                “Sure!” his petite mate answered for him. Grabbing a camera from one of the girls friends, she made sure they all crowded around him. He tried to stifle a growl as they all touched him.

                “Wow! He’s so into character!”

                “I could die happy now!” 

                “I’m sooo jealous…can I touch them?”

                Kagome merely grinned and held up the digital camera. “Say ‘osuwari!’”

                “Osuwari!” the girls cried out. Kagome snapped the picture and looked to make sure everything came out fine.

                Sesshomaru stood out in the middle of the group, his red firerat haori and puppy like ears standing proud on his head.