Fatherly Influence by I Agree

Dirt

 Sesshoumaru knew instantly when the priestess was up to no good, and also knew it was most likely his fathers doing. When he’d been alive Saitou had never taken such insults lying down, and he imagined that wouldn’t change even if he were in another’s body. For the girls part, well, he could only see her as fuel to his fathers outlandish personality. They were going to tear Masato to pieces for his stupidity. Not that he could really blame either of them. Masato was being a fool, not using his nose. By her scent alone he knew the priestess didn’t believe she was lying and she’d said enough about the voice in her head for him to know it was his father.

 So when a rather predatory smile curled the girls mouth (how could a human be predatory?), he almost pitied Masato.

 “Oh Masato-san.” Kagome called in a singsong voice.

 His head advisor turned and stared down at her haughtily, and Sesshoumaru wondered if he should back up. He didn’t want to get burned if the girl should try to use her holy energies.

 “Masato-san,” the girl continued, “Saitou-sama says if you give me anymore grief he’ll let me tell the world about the time you visited that brothel and came on to that girl who turned out to be the doorman.”

 Masato tensed and after a short silence, turned to Sesshoumaru, “Perhaps we should believe her.”

 Sesshoumaru raised a brow at him, “You tried to seduce a male? I never knew your preference ran thus.”

 Kagome smiled evilly, “Oh and Masato… remember that time…”

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 A.N. Who’s ‘we’ Masato? You were the only one who doubted.

 I do not own Inu-Yasha and Co. Nor do I profit from writing this drabble story, it’s purely for enjoyment. This is meant to be a set of interconnected ‘oneshots’ or ‘drabbles.’ The installments are going to be short. I’m not going to lengthen them unless the story calls for it.

 Please Regard Me Kindly,

 I Agree