An Off-White Christmas by UnknownRandomness
Arguments Lead To Revenge
A/N: Gosh, I really make Sesshy sound like the Grinch here! Please leave me a review :)
Prompt: Carols
Word Count: 656
There was going to be a murder today. And he, Sesshoumaru, was going to commit it.
The trouble had started about an hour ago. Kagome had thought it prudent to go out carolling with some fellow Christmas-enthused-lunatics earlier this evening and Sesshoumaru had happily seen her off, planning to enjoy some calm, festivity-free self-indulgence by watching his favourite crime drama. There would be no decorating, no sugar and, most importantly, no disturbances. That was the plan.
But that most wonderful plan did not come to fruition, because his lovely, perfect and thoughtful mate had invited his half-brother over to spend some quality family time with him. She thought that he would be lonely without her and had decided to turn to one of her closest friends for help. He adored Kagome but she could be irritatingly clueless sometimes.
"You look like you've got a foot stuck up your arse. Cheer up man; it's the Christmas holidays!"
Sesshoumaru's eye twitched. Inuyasha had not been here for more than fifty-five minutes, yet he had already managed to eat three day's worth of instant ramen, commandeer the television for some god-awful talent show that hurt his ears and was lacking in any talent and poison the air with the unmistakable smell of cheesy feet. The inuyoukai's patience had been wearing dangerously thin, but that smug, childish jab at his expense was the last straw.
Standing in front of the huge television- because he wouldn't catch the hanyou's attention otherwise- Sesshoumaru glared at the unwanted guest intruding on his 'alone-time' and delivered his ultimatum.
"Inuyasha, you are going to leave. Immediately. If you are still on the premises in three minutes from now, I will personally ensure that the mere thought of Christmas holidays fills you with horror every year for the rest of your unhygenic existence."
Thick black brows rose in incredulous shock at the same time that his mouth fell open to reveal a lump of half-masticated noodles.
"You serious?!"
The demon's nose wrinkled in distaste at the disgusting sight, before he forced out a clipped,
"Extremely. You now have two minutes and thirty-seven seconds."
At this, Inuyasha leapt from the sofa-chair, raced towards the kitchen whilst stuffing the rest of the ramen into his mouth, deposited the now empty bowl in the sink and fled to the entryway to force his trainers onto his feet, grab his coat and fling himself out of the doorway, calling out a muffled "Thanks for the food, asshole!" as he sprinted towards the front gate.
He made it. Barely. Sesshoumaru was disappointed that his brother was quick enough. A half-second longer and he would have suddenly become an only child. At least the annoyance was gone. He could finally relax.
The daiyoukai settled into the settee (after thoroughly wiping it first) and changed channel on the screen, satisfied. His program was just about to start and he was alone. Perfect.
He should have known it wouldn't be that simple. A piercing chime echoed throughout the house and he reluctantly rose to open the door. A horrific sight greeted him.
His mate, swathed in a huge red and green scarf, along with several others similarly dressed, was holding sheet music; and as soon as he appeared, they burst into a cheerful Christmas carol, Kagome smiling merrily as she swayed in time with the beat.
Sesshoumaru shut the door. He leant against it, hoping that would be enough to deter them... But they just kept on going, spurred on by his other half. They continued on throughout his entire program, regardless of the fact that he had turned the volume up to maximum in an attempt to deafen himself to their saccharine voices. His ears were ringing painfully and his skin itched as he roved between rooms, vainly trying to escape the noise. It was no use, they were just too strong.
This was absolute torture. And to think, people actually enjoyed Christmas.