The Fluff by Madeline H.
Of All Things Fluffy
The lush green of the forest in the early morning hours was fresh and vibrant. Birds chirped to cheer the sun higher into the sky, a variety of woodland animals came to greet the day, and all was serene and peaceful. Or was it?
Silk robes fluttered as a figure soared through the forest. The white silk robes contrasted greatly with the surrounding nature, and the red cherry blossom designs adorned on it were very intricate and detailed. Silver tresses billowed over the figure’s impassive face, although if one were to look into his eyes; they told a different story. His golden eyes were sharp, illuminated with anger and annoyance.
After a while he stopped in a clearing with a human village nearby. His face held a disgusted look before glancing towards the forest. The moment his eyes laid upon the greenery he glared hard at it. The cause of his annoyance had not given up chase. The trees began to shake violently and the wind began to pick up speed. The silver-haired figured clenched his claws tightly as he let out a warning growl. The winds only began to grow stronger, and it even seemed as if the trees were shaking with amusement.
A new figure made his entrance as he burst through the forest edge creating an explosion of leaves. The morning sunlight reflected brightly from the figures honey blonde hair; as he crashed down to earth crunching the fallen leaves under his leather boots. The other's pursuer held a boyish smile as he glanced at his current victim, while the other irritated by being chased down continued to give a deadpan look. It became a stare down at that point, and both were doing considerably well.
Soon the sun was getting close to the center of the sky and the blonde-haired figure was growing tired of waiting. The game of cat and mouse was about to change. The other watched as his blonde-haired follower grinned; reaching for his canteen. The blonde-haired figure took a swig of water, before letting his canteen fall to his side again. Cheeks puffed out and holding a natural pink tinge, he approached his competitor. Each step got the other man closer to his victim. So called victim raised an eyebrow at the other’s actions.
If the blonde-haired gentleman had been able to smirk without losing his water, he would have at that moment. Now was the time he thought. On that note, he squirted the water from his mouth and onto the crescent moon mark in the middle of his competitor’s forehead. To say the other was startled would be an understatement. For his eyes began to tint red as the water dripped past the maroon stripes on his face. The blonde-haired man jumped back in surprise as venomous claws swiped at him. As his feet touched earth again his eyes held a playful sparkle and he chuckled out loudly. The other frowned as he bared his fangs; he was not so much in a playful mood.
“You truly need to lighten up old friend…” the blonde-haired figure said, as he sat upon a dried-up old well that was sitting in the clearing. He smiled his boyish smile again as he kicked up his heels.
“This Sesshoumaru does not appreciate your childish acts Esoom,” the western lord barked out as his eyes flashed back to their normal golden hue. Esoom simply tilted his head to the side and sighed. What had happened to his dear old friend?
“You’ve changed considerably over the years Sesshoumaru…” Esoom stated as he crossed his legs and straightened his back a bit. Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed at Esoom, before trying with as much dignity as he could muster; to wipe his face off with the sleeve of his robes.
“And it appears that you Esoom, still totter around like an immature pup,” Sesshoumaru said coldly as he raised his head up to stare into the sky. Esoom tapped his chin as he hopped off the lip of the well. He tousled his blonde hair from side to side; as he began to circle around his friend like a hawk. Sesshoumaru’s face still held a stoic expression, while his eyes showed how amused he actually was by his friend's antics. And he wasn’t very amused at all.
“This Sesshoumaru has no idea at what the water capacity of your mouth is, but if you’re planning on playing your trick again this Sessshoumaru can assure you it will not work a second time,” he said in a serious tone.
Esoom’s pace slowed and a frown marred his features. He stopped in front of Sessshoumaru and looked him in the eye. Even as Sesshoumaru’s claws clenched Esoom did not falter. He was almost positive that his old pal would never intentionally harm him. Or at least he prayed that was case for what he was about to do next.
“You’re no fun anymore Sesshoumaru…” Esoom stated as he poked Sessshoumaru in the chest, “And I think it’s because you ‘still’ don’t have a mate,”
Sesshoumaru’s patience was thinning, and the single thread left was close to its breaking point. Yes, that single thread was as taught as a guitar string. Incidentally enough, guitars would not be in existent for a few hundred years later, but that’s getting ahead of the story.
“This Sesshoumaru’s romantic endeavors are of no concern to you Esoom,” he bit out icily. Esoom merely rolled his eyes and continued stepping over lines he shouldn’t cross.
“Oh come now Sesshoumaru, we both know we can’t be two century’s young forever. I mean it’s not like you can’t attract a beauty your way, you just have to open up your heart a little more,” Esoom mocked cheerily. Sesshoumaru’s eyes began to twitch as his razor sharp claws started to click together.
“I wish for you to hold your tongue Esoom, this is neither time nor place for this personal discussion,” Sesshoumaru stated in as possibly as calm a voice as he could.
“Come now Sesshoumaru, this little show you’re putting on now is obviously years of built up sexual tension…” Esoom continued, not bothering to even notice Sesshoumaru’s current death glare or his own spoken words.
“I’m warning you Esoom, some boarders should not be crossed,” Sesshoumaru muttered in a harsh undertone. Even as these words were stated Esoom went on with his speech, never skipping a beat.
“This leads me to my next point…show some sensitivity man, woman and demoness alike rave mad about that kind of thing. Try to be cute! I mean you got that boa thing going―”
“Esoom, I am beginning to lose my patience with you…”
“I mean, that boa thing looks extremely soft and fluffy… Oh! My god man! That’s it! Be more fluffy man! Become the Fluff! My dear “Fluffy” you shall be a sex god,” Esoom exclaimed excitedly. That’s when he noticed a sudden stillness in the surrounding area as a powerful aura sparked beside him.
In literal terms you could hear the distinct sound of twine twanging as it finally reached its breaking point. A virtue was being defied, for as of now there was no such thing as patience anymore with Sesshoumaru.
Esoom swallowed and gave a nervous laugh. He made a note to himself mentally never to push someone over the edge. What he didn’t realize was that Sessshoumaru was far more then pushed over the edge… Oh no, he was headed for the jagged rocks that lay below the cliff.
Sesshoumaru made a grab for Esoom’s throat, but missed it barely. He began to kick, punch, and itched for the feel of tokijin in his hand. He was beginning to see red again, but was stopped by Esoom’s words.
“Note that this is for your own benefit more than it is for me,” Esoom said holding up his hands. Sesshoumaru growled and stood taller.
“What on earth do you speak of Eso―” before Sesshoumaru could finish what he was about to say as white smoke began to surround. Sesshoumaru’s eyes widened; and for the first time in many years, fear gripped him.
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An hour and half after the incident Jaken walked on into the clearing. He had heard that his master’s whereabouts were somewhere in the vacinity. Jaken gripped his staff tight and stared in utter shock at the sight before him
There lay Lord Sesshoumaru’s robes and prized swords. His master couldn’t possibly be walking around naked and without weapon. Not that Jaken doubted his master’s natural ability, but this was surreal.
“Oh Lord Sesshoumaru, what has befallen you?” Jaken cried out as he knelt down besides his Lord’s possessions. Jaken shot up at the sound of a familiar voice.
“Jaken!” he heard his Lord’s booming call, yet as he peered around the clearing his lord was no-where to be found.
“Yes Milord?” Jaken said, still bewildered as to where his master could possibly be. He waited for his Lord’s reply.
“I wish for you to take my robes and swords back to the castle, do not question why you are to do so, and just fulfill my wishes…” Sesshoumaru’s voice said. Rather than defy his great Lord Sesshoumaru, Jaken picked up his master’s belongings and headed back towards the western lands.
He turned his head back to glance around the clearing once more. So many millions of questions were swimming in his mind that he hadn’t even bothered to have taken notice of the giant fluff ball that had been sitting besides Lord Sesshoumaru’s possessions.
The fluff ball grunted and then tried to figure out how to get out of this mess…