Nuggets by 17th Floor

Death of Myoga

A/N: Collection of un-related drabbles, shorter than my one shot series. Various A/U and C/U. Various ratings, yadda yadda. I essentially got tired of staring at a whole bunch of stuff I thought wasn't complete enough to post. And just did it.

Disclaimer: Don't own.

For his many years of cowardly behavior and reluctant service, Myoga the Flea was eaten one forcefully bright morning.  The flea had been lurking in the silvered strands of a fully transformed Sesshomaru, uneager to deliver a particular message. Sesshomaru, when faced with a sharp stinging sensation on his ass, had promptly bit down hard on the flesh, swallowing the gluttonous retainer. Accustomed to the acrid taste of his own poisons, he did not notice the slightly bitter addition of one aged flea.  He might have never noticed in fact, had it not been for an exceptionally disgusting problem, currently being examined by the miko Kagome.  Standing up from a large pile of his droppings, the miko pulled off her strange hand coverings, latex as she called them, and looked at him with a somewhat traumatized expression.

 “Oh yeah,…you have Tapeworms." Her eyes grew large. "Big ones.”