30shards | Sesshoumaru + Swords - Tenseiga

Title: The True Orchestration of Events
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Humor/Satire
Couple: Sess + Swords (Tenseiga)
Theme: #16 - Friendship
Words: around 720
Summary: Sometimes the waiting is the hardest part…

Notes: I'm working off a scene from the third movie, where Sesshoumaru gets Tenseiga with the note. I've sure you've all seen the picture all ready, but if you haven't you can see it here.

And I just kinda made up the title before I wrote the whole piece, so I don't know how well it fits…

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'Are you certain that this is...the best mode of presentation?'

Bokusen'ou rustled his leaves in what could be taken for annoyance. Or perhaps humor. It was hard to tell with a tree. "I see nothing wrong with it."

Tenseiga hung in deep lamentation. 'I do not know why Master thought this was wise...'

"Your Master always was a strange one," the old tree mused in a booming mumble. "He always did have a very odd sense of humor…"

Like you, the sword thought wearily. The leather above creaked once with the shifting wind.

The two supernatural entities waited. And then waited some more. Then some more...

A nearby bush rustled suddenly and Tenseiga felt a wave of hope…that crashed on sharp imaginary rocks as a small bunny came hopping out of the brush. Mustering a purely internal sigh, the sword tried to gain Bokusen'ou's attention.

'Are you sure he's coming?'

"Yes, I'm sure." Leaves rattled again. "He'll show up."

'Well, if you're positive...'

So they waited so more. A few more rabbits hopped in the clearing. Tenseiga watched them go with a morbid fascination.

I wonder how many little goblins come to take a bunny's soul...

Day fell to night then to day. Then it repeated.

'Are you SURE he's coming?'

"He's coming." Bokusen'ou sounded rather nettled in Tenseiga's opinion. "His father died three nights ago. You'd think he'd have gotten the message by now."

'Well, Toutousai never was know for his dependability in such matters...'

Tenseiga swayed in a sudden wind. Who knew trees could sigh?

Creak. Creak. Creak.

'Why do I have to hang here, anyway?'

Bokusen'ou huffed. Which was rather strange for a tree (but then again, Tenseiga was a talking sword, so…). "It's for the effect."

'All right, then...'

Tenseiga was beginning to wonder how many damn bunnies could be in one forest. Apparently there were a lot.

'Where in all the living realm is he?'

"I don't know. He's a dog. Anything that smells can attract their attention. The worst smelling, the better. I remember the time when his father--"

Tenseiga swayed. Tenseiga thought of hell and how it wanted to be there. At least in hell it could cut things. And no one was late in hell. At least Tenseiga didn't think so.

So the tree made a windy speech and Tenseiga thought. He was getting rather good at ignoring the other voice.

'What if he doesn't like me?'

Bokusen'ou stopped talking and Tenseiga wanted to poke him. How come when the sword wanted a decent conversation the tree shut up?

"Why wouldn't he like you? You're very powerful."

'Well, I'm not very conventional...'

"You're worrying too much." There was just something in his voice…

'Do you think I could be his friend.'

Did the tree just snort? Tenseiga wasn't sure... "Good luck with that. That boy's a little brat. Barely taller than a sapling and what does he do? Climb up into my branches without permission! And then he complained about a sliver! Serves him right!"

Tenseiga sincerely hoped that wasn't meant as reassurance.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

'Why is this sign here?'

"Effect."

'Oh.'

Creak. Creak. Creak.

'Ra ra raaa...Ra ra raaaa...Raaaaaaaaa... '

Tenseiga gave up on that pursuit shortly after. It seemed that swords couldn't sing. (Bokusen'ou made that very clear.)

Creak. Creak.

'One, two, three, four...'

Creak. Creeeeak.

'...five thousand, five thousand and oooone...Oh!'

The bushes rustled again, and for once a bunny didn't come out. (If it saw one more rabbit, Tenseiga didn't know what it would do…)

But, whatever it was, it was big. And white. And fluffy.

'No, not a giant bunny...wait...what...oh...'

Tenseiga finally saw his new master. He didn't look very young…at least compared to Bokusen'ou's description. In fact he looked…well, teenaged. Or whatever… Tenseiga wasn't very good with ages. All he knew was that his master wasn't short.

'Well, seems the pup grew...' Bokusen'ou remarked, surprised.

Lucky for him he didn't say it out loud. That look his new master was giving them wasn't very promising. In fact, it was downright terrifying.

'Should he be...glaring like that?'

'No...I don't believe so.'

They both sweatdropped.*

'And to think, all I wanted to be was his friend! After we've worked on time management, that is…'

Sesshoumaru continued to glare.

Tenseiga saw a very long wait ahead.

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* Sorry for that, but they really do sweatdrop in the scene...

Yes, Tenseiga was trying to sing "La la laaaa..." Don't ask me why...

And bunnies? I don't know about that either....