Hello to you all again! Sorry if I haven't updated in a while, what with holidays and all, family and what not. .. I know the story seems to be moving slowly, but I promise there is a reason for my slow-pokey-ness-ness, and a reason why all these seem like 'fillers'. There are, indeed, little tidbits of information that will do you good, promise. Not like anyone ever reads my mindless, worthless, drabbles, I shall continue with the story. Oh, btw, I read a Shikamaru and Kiba a short while ago and liked it, so be awares!!! I might give that a shot.

I feel it unnecessary to say a disclaimer, because it's like rubbing in the fact I don't own the bishies. Alas, I don't own Inuyasha or Anything Inuyasha related, except a Sesshy plushie.

Ohayo. Err, Konbanwa, technically speaking….

I awoke in my father's rooms once again. I surveyed my surroundings, and again, nothing unusual, though the curtains had been drawn aside; informing me twas midday.

I peered to my right and I saw a platter of food, nothing extravagant—onigiri, and an omelet with a glass of orange spice tea. I felt pleasant, and the scent of the tea was loud, but soothing.

Beside the tray was a piece of parchment, neatly folded. Sitting up, (successfully this time), I reached for the note. Not surprised to find my fathers less than decent script scrawled onto it.

Dearest 'Shouma-kun,

I had to leave but will return in a few hours or so. Please eat your midday-breakfast and be well. There will be no roaming around the palace and you ought not put strain on yourself. We will talk when I return; a matter has made itself known.

P.S.

You bite too hard.

Chichi.

Though smiling bitterly at the memory, I laughed at my father's humor; laughing again because of his tendency to act maternal.

I gobbled my midday-breakfast and downed the tea, which had gone unpleasantly cold. As gracefully as possible, of course.

I went to my father's vanity and gazed into the mirror. I was greeted with a frightfully disheveled reflection of myself and frowned. Quickly bathing, dressing, and putting my hair in a low ponytail I was off to roam the castle.

I found myself wondering, and wandering, but wondering nonetheless. About many things, none in particular. Like, when I was going to see my dearest again, what he was doing, and how Father Carrisley is doing. Carrisley is Naraku's father, if none have mentioned, that which they probably haven't since he hates his name. Snigger .

Sighing, which I seem to do a lot of these days, I find myself in my gardens. Out of nowhere, a messenger comes flailing to me. Quite literally. It was my favorite, Ryoki. He had always provided comic relief, as Naraku referred to it as, thus he was always quite welcomed in my presence. He stopped short in front of me and said,

"Sesshoumaru-d-dono, gomen. I b-b-bring a l-letter of arrival." With that handing me a slip of parchment, I shooed him away, and he bowed to me, turning around and tripping on nothing in particular, getting up and scrambling away.

Laughing to myself, I open the parchment and silently began to read...

Come to the front doors, beautiful.

-Anonymous.

My first thought: "AIIIIEE A PERVERT, THOSE BLASTED SERVANT LET IN A PERVERT!!!! WHAT WILL HE DO TO ME?!?!!! RAPE, NO, DISMANTLEMENT, THEN RAPE, NO, WHAT IF HEEEE—"

I abruptly killed that thought, however vicious that sounds, and it soon became obvious who was there. I found my feet nearly flying beneath me to get to the front doors. I ran through the halls, bumping into waiters and servants, and everything else in-between. I slung myself into a pair of arms, and was shocked to find….my father?

No. No, noo. This is the part of the story where I fling myself into strong arms, look into startling blue eyes, and Naraku carries me away to make love to me. But my father??

"A little late, If I do say so myself?"

Then I realize who was standing behind him.

I seem to realize a lot these days.

My love. Naraku had been dressed in formal wear, a vest, with a chained clock, thing, I forget what they're called, and a pair of knee-knockers with white stockings and clogs. The word would be, 'Dashing', I believe, that or highly, 'maulable'.

Then came the part where I fling myself into strong arms, look into startling blue eyes, and Naraku carries me away to make love to me. No father in my way, but I do believe there were a few kisses thrown in there.

My Chichiue was nowhere to be found, which was good. Lest he come upon his Prince in a highly undignified position.

--Sesshou-kun.

End Entry

I realize I make Sesshou-kun sound a little curtain fetishy. Cute. Sorta. I just had a weird dream. It's like 6:32 in the morning. Anyways.

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Random Glossary-thing: Chichiue: father.

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