#iytinyfic

Drink and be merry for tomorrow we die! Yakurodokusen appreciates those words, but he wishes that the Monk had not taken them so literally. A poison cannot cure what lies underneath, what Miroku ignores, but at least his love can change Sango’s poison into the remedy.

If Tsukuyomaru had never met her, he could have guarded the barrier like his father and his grandfather. If he had not fallen in love, he would still be amongst his kin. But then he would not have Shiori, and he would not have known love. And THOSE were worth his life.

Is it in a flea’s nature to flee? Myōga certainly thinks so, but he promised a father he would watch over a son, to bring wisdom and guidance as needed. Plus, Inuyasha’s blood is some of the most delicious out there: a just reward for constantly fearing for your life!

Rōyakan was peaceful and he was strong. Yet even he fell to the temptation of the Shikon no Tama, buying the poisoned words of the spider. If the very people he attacked so mercilessly had not shown him mercy, Rōyakan would be dead. He vowed never to forget that mercy.

A heart is a terrible thing to waste. Naraku excised his and gave it form. The Infant was never born so much as made, to hold the malice and desires of that wretched human Onigumo. But a heart with a will is a dangerous thing, and Naraku’s mistake was almost his last.

Mukotsu loves watching the look on his victim’s faces when they realize they are helpless against someone like HIM, poisoned. He has killed demons and humans alike. It won’t be different with this delicious girl. He is the poison ma—Sesshōmaru has no time for cowards.

Tale as old as time. A Tanuki with a conman, right? Hachi was well compensated for his services to Miroku, so that was all it was, a business arrangement. Always being there to rescue Miroku and friends and worrying endlessly about them? That’s just what partners do.

There is no Me. I am an amalgamation of demons sewn together, a Frankenstein. I am living evolution, becoming stronger, faster, better. And I am hungry. So very hungry. I, Mōryōmaru, will absorb them all, become impenetrable, omnipotent! All to be my master’s soldier.