Sesshoumaru Claim Set 2, Theme # 47 Contrast
Title: Casual Observer
Theme: Set #2, Theme #47, Contrast
Genre(s): Humor
Word Count: 250
Rating: G
Summary: Even taiyoukai like to play pranks sometimes.
Because Sesshoumaru was Sesshoumaru no matter what era he was in, the taiyoukai had specifically commissioned a high-class, especially designed garbage truck to attend to the waste from his manor each morning. Usually, he paid it no heed, but today he reclined in his most comfortable recliner by the window and observed the scene unfolding outside with interest, taking a dainty sip out of his coffee mug.
A young man with long, unbound silver hair much like his own, and flashing golden eyes much like his own, and fangs exposed in a grimace that was nothing like his composed and mildly amused countenance, stood on the curb in front of his fancy estate wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a breezy pair of puppy-dog boxers. He was engaged in a heated argument with a wolf-youkai who happened to be one of Sesshoumaru’s carefully-selected demon garbage-retrievers.
They were arguing, Sesshoumaru knew, over the pile of precisely packaged cardboard boxes that contained his half-brother’s belongings. Sinking his fangs into a prestigiously prepared scone that he plucked off a polished silver tray, a small smirk touched Sesshoumaru’s lips. The morning’s work of creatively torturing his useless, mooching slob of a half-brother had become a brilliant success.
When the cocky wolf demon managed to snatch two boxes away from the hanyou and load them onto the truck where they were efficiently and unceremoniously crushed, Sesshoumaru nearly choked on his drink, barely containing a fit of laughter. Those had been the boxes containing Inuyasha’s trousers.
Theme: Set #2, Theme #47, Contrast
Genre(s): Humor
Word Count: 250
Rating: G
Summary: Even taiyoukai like to play pranks sometimes.
Because Sesshoumaru was Sesshoumaru no matter what era he was in, the taiyoukai had specifically commissioned a high-class, especially designed garbage truck to attend to the waste from his manor each morning. Usually, he paid it no heed, but today he reclined in his most comfortable recliner by the window and observed the scene unfolding outside with interest, taking a dainty sip out of his coffee mug.
A young man with long, unbound silver hair much like his own, and flashing golden eyes much like his own, and fangs exposed in a grimace that was nothing like his composed and mildly amused countenance, stood on the curb in front of his fancy estate wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a breezy pair of puppy-dog boxers. He was engaged in a heated argument with a wolf-youkai who happened to be one of Sesshoumaru’s carefully-selected demon garbage-retrievers.
They were arguing, Sesshoumaru knew, over the pile of precisely packaged cardboard boxes that contained his half-brother’s belongings. Sinking his fangs into a prestigiously prepared scone that he plucked off a polished silver tray, a small smirk touched Sesshoumaru’s lips. The morning’s work of creatively torturing his useless, mooching slob of a half-brother had become a brilliant success.
When the cocky wolf demon managed to snatch two boxes away from the hanyou and load them onto the truck where they were efficiently and unceremoniously crushed, Sesshoumaru nearly choked on his drink, barely containing a fit of laughter. Those had been the boxes containing Inuyasha’s trousers.