My Plunnie's Gone Wild! by naqaashi

That ol’ black magic

A/N: These may go  ANY  which way. You've been warned. ::looks accusingly at Dany and her demon prompts::

This was crafted from Dokuga's Plunnie Drabble/Drawble Night. We were given plunnies for prompts, and had to write something (about 500 words or more) based on the plunnie. 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

His motto was straight – to live by the sword;

He made it his fate, to the very last word

Into him that his father did flog;

He bestowed the same on the very young sprogs

That some poor folks did send up for glory.

Discarded sons he brought to heel

With such regularity he forgot how to feel.

March, order, train – his life was hunky dory,

A ramrod for a spine and a heart full of ice,

Poor man never guessed how he’d have to pay a price.

His name was Sesshoumaru, and he had no heart.

She was born of love, of tender hearted prayers

The kingdom rejoiced when the news was in the air

What would it be, they wondered - a prince or a princess?

Ah, well! What’s another spoilt brat, more or less?

But it did become the national excuse to party;

A week’s holiday when she was born hale and hearty.

Such an adorable li’l thing, so wee, so teeny –

So of course she evolved into a very big meany.

He was her bodyguard, her ever-faithful shadow;

With body brain and being he did follow;

Pretty and spicy, she was laughter and guile;

A tempting young morsel of feminine wiles.

Her name was Kagura, and she will play a vital part.

Now, that man, he adored, doted on that girl,

The apple of his eye, the oyster’s pearl.

It wasn’t his fault, how could he make defense

Against such a very ingenious pretense

As she put up for him, after all, game’s a game!

But for him it took on a whole other name;

He could feel it there, a solid lump of something

In his chest it sat, though she’d grabbed it with her cunning.

But he wasn’t a fool, and he’d like to have her

It was a fair exchange, for he was no robber.

So he sought out the woman who could give him his dream

A powerful witch; she dwelled in the forest by the stream;

Glance not askance, ‘tis a fairy tale –

What did you expect? Realism would fail!

Her name was Kagome, and she was pretty as sin.

He made his way to her hut, and went knock-knock

Wondering why all witches lived in a bare pile of rock,

Charming though it was, it made no sense

But oh- the door opened with the scent of incense.

Eyes popped, Jaw dropped, tongue flopped, tummy hopped –

Blood roared though his veins, he was one-second-whopped;

Eyes so blue, hair of midnight she had,

It took a while to strike him that his timing was bad.

She’d clearly been bathing – soaked and in a towel,

His libido took root and began to grovel,

“Let me die not a virgin!” it begged with might

He fully agreed and set the date for tonight.

He never realized she could read him like a book,

But it was no matter, ‘cuz that was all it took –

The loneliness in his eyes, the hope in his lips,

It called to her, and now she wanted a sip.

Of course she’d seen it coming, prophecy’s so useful –

Bait a man by being at your most bountiful!

Reel in the sucker when he shows up at your door,

Take his pleasure, take his money, and kick him out poor.

And he was the same – another for a love potion,

But looked like he’d forgotten any such notion.

So she smiled and blushed and took him inside,

And they made such magic that they stayed side-by-side,

As time stood still in that little hut by stream

And one snotty princess lost out on the dream.

Moral of the story? Why, it has none;

A boy met a girl – what’s done remains done.

And the ol’ black magic was at it again.

Having been kind enough to read, extend the pleasantries to a review as well, your readerships? ::presents puppy eyes on a platter (puppy not attached, regretfully)::