The Rooster Ate a Wormhole by Kali

Onesss

There was one thing Sesshoumaru excelled at: Recognition of his deepest desires. The inuyoukai lord always knew what he wanted, even though he was not very good at getting it.

But today, that would change.

The lord recognized he wanted a human. Specifically, a miko. Even more specifically, Inuyasha’s miko. Sesshoumaru knew he wanted her, the reasons for said wanting still unknown to him, not that it mattered, he refused to let the woman become his Tessaiga, he would have her, Sesshoumaru swore to himself, and he’d have her good.

Which was the reason of his standing in front of an unconvincingly beautiful witch and diagnosed with a bad luck curse, which was apparently the cause for the loss of his arm, the cause for Inuyasha’s sword still being Inuyasha’s and the cause he could not kill his half brother, even though it was very obvious he was much stronger.

“Hnn…” he eloquently said.

“Yesss, my lordsss, jussst drink thisss” the witch hissed through uncrooked teeth “the bad lucksss will go awaysss like bad dreamsss”

Har, har, har, the woman laughed and the powerful daiyoukai felt a mixture of uncomfortable and awkward, nonetheless, he drank the bubbling concoction placed in front of him.

“Hnn…” lord Sesshoumaru said again, showing off his abundant lexicon, “tastes… odd.”

“But goodsss?”

“Yes,” the inuyoukai sipped the cup delicately, which his pinkie straight out, something got between his fangs and upon removal, it was evident it was a baby’s esophagus. “Tastes like vampire penis. Glittery.”

The witch clapped her hands, which weren’t exactly hands, but scissorfrogs with opposable thumbs. She was happy. “I made it with pokemanzzz” she informed.

Sesshoumaru was interested. “Mudkips?”

“Aye, aye” the witch answered, too busy rocking her rocky legs to give a proper answer.

“This one likes mudkips.”