Death to the Age of Aquarius by Danyealle-sama

Death to the Age of Aquarius

Death to the Age of Aquarius

By Danyealle

Disclaimer:

I own nothing of Inuyasha (though someone could give me Sesshomaru and I wouldn’t object) and this exercise in daiyoukai torture makes me no money.

Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind's true liberation
Aquarius! Aquarius!

-5th Dimension

Standing there, watching the crowd mill around, Sesshomaru shot a death glare to all and sundry in the park, or at least all those he could see.  However, his worst look, the one that would have frightened most into wetting their pants, he reserved for his father’s back.  Togaou got him into this whole thing and he would get revenge of some kind.  He might have to wait centuries to do it, but, by Kami, he would get it!  And he would make sure that it was humiliating as well.  Of that, he vowed.

He couldn’t believe he was standing here, in a public park teeming with people, dressed in the atrocity his father had his miko pick out for him!  Sure, his sire and Inuyasha were both dressed similarly but he didn’t do such things.  Just because they didn’t care how foolish they looked didn’t mean that he didn’t.  Glowering as two onnas dressed in micro-mini skirts with atrocious flower patterns, beads, go-go boots and headbands sauntered by, he bit back a snarl.  This was beyond stupid!  And he hated it. 

It was called Flower Power, a tribute to the 1960’s and all that it entailed.  It was held in the park and was a charity event to raise funds for one of his sire’s pet causes.  Because of that, he was required to attend.  That, honestly, he had no problem with.  He would go, mingle, talk to a few people then vanish, no problem.  Ha!  Thing was, two days before the blasted event, Togaou dropped the bomb on him that he had to dress in costume the way everyone else did, something from the hippie era.  Then, to make matters worse and before he could back out, protest, or out and out refuse, the old dog informed him that he had enlisted Kagome to pick out something appropriate to for him to wear.  Oh he was ready to KILL!  But, since the miko and his father had conspired, he had no choice.  He could, as he knew, take on one or the other but not both at the same time.  There was no way to win that fight and he knew it.  So, instead, he was standing here in plaid, ugly plaid at that, bell bottoms, a paisley shirt, hair braided, love beads strung around his neck, a beaded headband and sandals looking like a reject from a rummage sale.  To add insult to injury, it seemed that everyone he knew and associated with on a regular basis was here as well with most of them dressed as they normally were.  Someone somewhere was going to die before the night was over, that he vowed.

Glowering, he watched as Inuyasha and his mate Kikyo sauntered by.  It seemed that they had thrown themselves into the spirit of the event fully, because a distinctive air of burning weed surrounded them and they both had a vacant, stoned look on their faces that told him of indulgence in a certain smokable substance.  He wanted to reach out and swat them both upside the head but restrained himself.  Huffing to himself about the stupidity of the whole thing, he was drawn back to the events surrounding him by the aura of his mate coming up beside him.  When she slipped her arm around him, he looked down at her, glare icy.  As far as he was concerned by this point, she was as much to blame for the whole debacle as his father since she was the one that chose the clothing he was wearing.  Couldn’t she have come up with something that was a bit more dignified?  Baring his fangs at her, he said nothing but made it clear that he was not at all happy about this.

Rolling her eyes, Kagome ignored the death glare from her mate.  “Oh lighten up, would you?  It’s only for a couple hours.  If you would pull that stick out of your butt, you might have a little fun,” she told him with a distinct air of exasperation in her voice.

“This Sesshomaru does not debase himself in this way!  I was around during the era being celebrated and I will have you know that not once did I ever dress in such a manner!  As for acting the fool like all these beings…  I never have nor ever will do such a thing.  And I swear on all that I hold dear, you and father will pay for this debacle if it’s the last thing I ever do!”  He hissed at her through clenched teeth. 

“Well, it looks like someone wants to spend the next six months on the couch, doesn’t it?”  She asked rhetorically, glowering back at him, foot tapping, arms folded over her chest.

Knowing full well that wasn’t an idle threat, Sesshomaru retreated slightly.  The couch, as he knew from times past when he had the misfortune of getting on her bad side, wasn’t the most comfortable of places.  In fact, it felt as though he were sleeping on a bed of rocks that were jagged, poking him everywhere and making it so that a peaceful nights rest was out of the question.  Though he couldn’t prove it, he was certain that she bought the accursed thing because it was like that so that he would know he was paying penance.  After all, despite being a miko that was supposed to be pure and good, she was evil personified and would do such a thing.  Snorting, he lifted his nose, then snarled out, “Fine, it is father that will bear the brunt of my ire, I will leave you out of it.”

“That’s more like it,” she sniffed, a smug look firmly in place.  Grabbing his arm, she led him over to the coordinators of the event to do a bit of networking. 

Though he didn’t want to be seen dressed in such a manner, he allowed himself to be commandeered.  Since those that had organized the nightmare he was attending were also clients that he had to deal with on a regular basis, he was willing to schmooze with them to ensure that he was in their good graces.  Though he mentally ground his teeth at their praise of his costume and how he had gotten into the spirit of the event, he accepted their compliment of his outfit then pressed on to other things.

After that, the event seemed to go better since he was only required to be there for an hour or so more.  Keeping a close eye on his watch, he made certain that he didn’t stay longer than he had to, whisking Kagome away with him when the time was up, grateful that only a small amount of people had seen him in such attire.

XxX

The next morning, sitting at his kitchen table in his normal business suit, he was perusing the paper as he always did while drinking his coffee.  Kagome, as per usual, was bustling around preparing his breakfast.  Though the memories of the night before were still raw, he was dealing with it better since the whole thing was over.  The way he saw it was that he could move on and no one would mention the debacle ever again, thus it would be forgotten.  That was until he reached the front page of society section of the paper.

Spewing out the mouthful of coffee he had just drank, he snarled in anger when he saw the full color picture that graced the section.  There, for the whole world to see were him and Kagome standing there in full costume, looking like they were in the middle of San Francisco at the height of the free love movement.  If that wasn’t bad enough, under the picture and in the article they made sure to mention exactly who he was.  Oh yes, someone was going to pay for this!  If being there wasn’t bad enough, now the whole world could see him in his debasement.

Leaning over his shoulder as she placed his breakfast in front of him, Kagome giggled a bit as she looked at the picture.  “That’s a great shot.  We should cut it out and put it in the scrapbook.”

Shooting her a death glare that spoke volumes as to how he felt about that comment, he said nothing though.  However, at that moment, he vowed that his father would pay for this.  Revenge would be his and it would be sweet.  Though it might take centuries, he would get the old man and make him pay, that he vowed.