The Twisted Musings of a Taiyoukai by Enduring Ice

Boredom

Disclaimer:  Okay, so I'm only going to post this once.  I don't own Inuyasha or any of the other characters of that oh so beautiful world Rumiko Takahashi created, nor do I make a profit from my pitful endvor at sharing my writings with others.  However, I so wish I did.  Now that I've gotten that out of the way.  On with the story.

Change is inevitable-except from vending machine.  

Rober C. Gallager

Boredom, utterly and completely uninterested in any an everything that once brought pleasure.  What’s one to do when they are bored to tears?

Normally a good fuck would knock some of the staleness out of life, but where’s a good bitch when you need one?  Now a days, bitches are no better than unruly pups; simpering, begging little shits.  Trying anything to garner the attention of one with great power.  After awhile the drive for sex dwindles down to nothing, lust can no longer be satiated by such worthless creatures. 

Your skin itches, gums ache, fingers twitch, the already overly short fuse becomes non-existent and abusing your sniveling little pain in the ass servant just doesn’t cut it any longer.  In the name of all things holy, what is a demon lord to do? 

Well… if you’re two seconds from bashing your head into a tree, a nice game of bait the miko sounds nice, more so when it’s your despised half-brother’s miko.  I know it seems as if you may have hit your head on that tree a little too hard, but hey, you are desperate here and if it didn’t make sense, you wouldn’t have thought it up. 

Because let’s face it you’re never wrong and anyone who could attest to the validity of that statement is conveniently missing.

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