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Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Sibling Showdown
*episode 3*

Jaken is lying with his head against Au-Un’s rump reading a magazine. The title is Playgnome, and he’s staring at a centerfold of a female lawn gnome. He sighs, “I could never get a woman like that.” Suddenly, his reprieve is shattered by a motor noise; quite out of place in a 16th century forest. Rin, who had been sitting talking to Au-Un jumps to her feet, “It’s Kohaku!” Sure enough, the boy rides up to them on a small Japanese motorcycle. He’s clad in denim, and wearing a leather jacket. Rin begins to run to him. She stops and turns to Jaken, “I’m going!” Jaken says, “Be home by 9; and wear a helmet.” With that, Rin jumps on the back of the bike and the two ride off. Jaken goes back to his magazine, not that he’d ever left. He is like this when he hears a familiar voice, “Jaken.” He looks up and sees Inuyasha. Jaken jumps to his feet and grabs his staff, “Halt! What business have you with me; vile cur?!?” Sesshomaru, who I know is in Inuyasha’s body, and you is in Inuyasha’s body, but Jaken does not know that he is in Inuyasha’s body, is not amused. He grabs Jaken and shoves him into a tree; no, literally into, embedding him in the wood. Jaken says, “M…m’lord?” He pulls himself out of the Jaken shaped hole in the tree and stares at his master. “I see Inuyasha, I hear him too; but somehow I know this to be my lord, Sesshomaru. M’lord, how did this…what has become of…what the #*&%?” Sesshomaru says, “I have few answers; and none I feel like sharing with you.” He sits down with his back to Au-Un. Jaken says, “M’lord…” Sesshomaru sends him a cold, demonic stare that knocks him off his feet.
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