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Sesshoububu

Summary:

Sesshoumaru looked down at the grotesque monstrosity in his claws. It was a hideous conglomeration of teeth and rabbit ears and false fur.
"Do you like it?!" His mate asked.

Notes:

Thanks very much to Ashmish111 for the inspiration for this little piece of insanity. And to her and Valuvi for helping me thrash out the plot.

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Sesshoumaru looked down at the grotesque monstrosity in his claws. It was a hideous conglomeration of teeth and rabbit ears and false fur. And his precious mate had apparently taken leave of her senses because she'd commissioned his markings to be painted upon its leering visage.

“What, is this?”

“Isn't it cute?! It's called a Labubu. They're from China, but based on Nordic mythology. When I found out people would do customizations I couldn't resist!” He could feel her excitement pouring off of her in waves as she stood before him, practically vibrating with glee as she awaited his reaction. She was excited about this hideous thing?!

As she looked up at him with her brightest smile and asked, “Do you like it?!”, he found himself (not for the first time) extremely grateful for his centuries of practice in diplomacy and emotional control. Forcing himself to focus only on her and the happiness that he could never resist, he gave her a warm smile, telling her, “I will forever be amazed by the love with which you shower me, my dearest Koi.” He used her favorite endearment and followed it up with a slow, passionate kiss in hopes of distracting her so he could make this thing disappear.

“Goodness,” came her slightly lovedrunk voice, “I didn't expect you to like it that much!”

Shit.

“Where do you want to put it?”

Preferably deep in a puddle of his acid.

“Oh, I know! It would be so cute on that shelf in your office next to the drawings Rin and Shippo made!”

Shit, again.

She grabbed the odious relic and scampered off to his office to install it as a permanent fixture in his life. “This way it will be like you and the kids are hanging out again, just like you used to in the feudal era! Oooohh, we could name it Sesshoububu!!!”

“NO.”

“Aaaawww, spoilsport.” She flashed him her best pout but even that was not enough to sway him on the matter. At least the shelf she chose was situated behind his desk. He would be able to ignore it when he sat down to work.

He was not able to ignore it when he sat down to work. He could feel the accursed thing staring at him, those crazed glassy eyes boring into the back of his skull. It made his scalp itch, he swore it did.

And it moved. Never by much, never when he could see, but it did. He told himself it was just because Kagome would come in to play with it, or perhaps during cleaning. But he knew better. He knew the evil thing was up to something, and he wasn't going to be caught unawares. He moved the little monster to another shelf in his office, one he could see from where he sat, where he could keep an eye on it.

And then the whispers started. So quiet even he doubted his hearing at first. They happened rarely, and always when he was alone. Then they began to get louder and more frequent, though still staying below the range of Kagome's hearing. After a while it started speaking even when she was in the room with him. And she never heard a word of it. But he did. He heard every single whisper of his name, every gurgling chortle that would erupt out of nowhere, every unsettling crack of bone and wet slurping chomp that emanated from the unspeakable horror that his mate had lovingly gifted to him.

Eventually the sounds became non-stop. A constant barrage of bizarre gibberish, and ghoulish sounds that served to fracture even Sesshoumaru's legendary calm. At last he caved and told Kagome everything, begging her to use her reiki and purify the wretched hell spawn. Upon hearing his tale she cocked a quizzical eyebrow and said, “Huh, you usually only get that kind of behavior with a Furby.”

“Kagome, please. This creature is some kind of devil. Where did it come from? I must find out how to destroy it.”

“Oh don't be so melodramatic, love. It's just a toy.”

“Where, Kagome?”

“Oh, good grief. Kouga showed them to me and I thought they were cute so he introduced me to the guy that does custom versions for him.”

“The wolf, you say?”

Kouga woke up the next morning with a strange itch running up and down his spine. Something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. He was constantly twitchy and jumpy, just waiting for something to happen. Every so often he'd feel a chill of some dark energy slithering down his back. He swore he was hearing whispers chasing him throughout the caverns his pack lived in. No matter where he went, the whispers were there. No matter where he tried to hide, he felt the shadow of death hovering at his back. No matter what he did, he couldn't escape.

It went on for three days, and just when Kouga thought he was going to lose his mind for real, a shout went up from the pack and a fiery object came soaring into the cave towards him. The charred carcass hit the ground, bounced, and rolled to Kouga's feet. Something about the mutilated face was familiar...

“I take it, Wolf, that you are responsible for the spell work that I found buried in the innards of this abomination that you encouraged my mate to gift to me?”

“Well...you see...”

“I will give you a three second head start.”

Kouga found himself wishing (not for the first time) that he had never given up the jewel shards in his legs.