The Girl and the Demon: Suds Bikin

The Girl and the Demon

Theme: Suds Bikini

Sighing, Sesshomaru looked out the back, passenger side window of his luxurious car as Jaken drove him home.

Business had been long and tirelessly humdrum.

Russia was annoyingly cold, Britain had been dreary on its best of days, and if he ever had to go back to America again, it would be all too soon.

Now the months of meetings and paperwork was over, and Sesshomaru could finally go back to what he knew, leading warriors, even if this was a different kind of fight.

After, of course, he indulged in one of his very meager guilty pleasures.

He could just picture it, his body bare, nothing bud iridescent orbs of air flouting about him and steaming, scented bath water rolling over his skin.

“I swear, my Lord, I do so hate to be in this form, so very uncomfortable, and so very unnatural!” Jaken whined, and Sesshomaru had to press his fangs into his lower lip to keep from growling at the kappa demon.

Jaken, in human form, had a very pointed, mildly long nose, large, round, yellow eyes with slivers for pupils, his pale skin tinted green, and thick green locks slicked back from his little, pinched face.  

Demons had been free to roam the world without persecution or fight, at least from a legal point of view, for about 300 years, but with strict rules, one of which was that a demon had to appear in their human form in public unless given a permit not too.

Not that Sesshomaru couldn’t afford or deal with the paper work to allow Jaken to stay in his tiny, imp demon form, but he didn’t care to waste his time with such. His time was better spent training new warriors, or allowing himself a moment’s peace.

And loosing himself in his dream of warm relaxation, Sesshomaru soon found himself at the high rise he owned, in which the top floor was his, his child’s, and his two servants home.

“It is nice to be home, is it not, my lord? I have missed my own bed, as well as our own house. Those dreadful hotels were just awful on our sleep, if I do say so myself, my lord . . .”

“Silence, Jaken.” Sesshomaru growled at the annoying man carrying their bags to the elevator.

“Yes, my lord.” Jaken said in a rush, bowing his head and pressing the penthouse button in the elevator to take them up.

Most of the floors were offices and data storage, and the top floor spanned the entire width of the building, making a very comfortable home for Sesshomaru and his daughter, as well as the two demons that were his servants.

Sesshomaru didn’t hesitate to walk into his home as the elevator opened.

His bathroom was calling to him, his dream soon to become a reality . . .

Then he smelled it . . . the scent of his bubble bath . . . already in use.

Sesshomaru glowered, knowing Ah-un enjoyed the pleasures Sesshomaru did, and he quickly made his way through his modern oriental decorated home to his large, master bedroom.

“My lord, what’s wrong? My lord?” Jaken asked, trying not to drop all of their bags, or all of Sesshomaru’s bags and Jaken’s one bag, slowly making his way through the apartment.

Not stopping as he threw open his bedroom doors, Sesshomaru stalked toward his bathroom.

Growling, and about to scold his servant, Sesshomaru came up short when he saw, not his servant, but his 16 year old human daughter, in his large tub.

There Rin sat, clad in her yellow, daisy decorated bikini, playing in his tub, and more importantly, his pink bubblegum bubble bath.

Rin looked up, and her burnt sienna eyes glistened as they saw him.

“Oh, you are home! Rin is so very glad!” Rin cheered, and she jumped out of the bathtub and clasped her wet, suds covered body onto her father.

“What are you doing, Rin?” Sesshomaru managed out, even as the water started to soak through his business suit as she squeezed him as tightly as her weaker arms could manage.

“Hugging you!” Rin giggled, and Sesshomaru sighed.

“What are you doing in my bathtub, Rin?” Sesshomaru tried again, and this time she giggled and stepped back.

“Oh, Rin was fighting the dreaded bubble monsters of the south! Rin has thoroughly destroyed the enemy, Papa-sama, don’t worry, you are safe!” Rin rushed, giggling, and with that she skipped out of the room as if there was nothing out of the ordinary . . . which there was not really, when you took into consideration that she did this about every other day, or when she couldn’t sleep, or when she was bored. . .

Sighing, Sesshomaru ran hot water in his tub and poured more of the deliciously scented bubble bath into his Jacuzzi style, large tub, and proceeded to strip and get his other supplies.

When the bath was hot enough for his liking, with enough bubbles to hide in, Sesshomaru stepped in and sighed as he sat in the hot water.

That was when he pulled out his toy boat and rubber ducky, and started to play, enjoying his ‘alone’ time.