InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Crushed Organza ❯ Post hoc ergo propter hoc ( Chapter 7 )

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Warning(s): Considering the catastrophe known as chapter 6, you should be wary. Very, very wary.

A.N.: It should be, like, illegal for me to try to write drama or angst. Because that last chapter sucked. Sob. And nothing shall ever draw me out of the well of despair and - oh, look! Sugar cookies with a hint of Miroku essence. Yum. So, um, right, as I as saying…

However, this chapter does not aid in that process in any way.

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Chapter Seven: Post hoc ergo propter hoc

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Swish. Swish.

Enter one Sesshoumaru, his long, pretty (yes, yes), silver hair fluttering in the wind.

Insert dire warning label: Caution - May cause immediate and serious toxic effects, leading to a slow, painful death.

Possible consequence of above warning not heeded...

Walking briskly along the sidewalk, Sesshoumaru scowled darkly down at a random pedestrian, who had the misfortune of crossing his path.

The poor, innocent man began to hyperventilate.

Blood roared in his ears.

His heart's palpitations thundered desperately.

Sweat dripped forth from his forehead and neck, running into his eyes, and down his spine, respectively.

They burned. His eyes freaking burned!

Crack.

Then, his fragile mind simply snapped.

But not before both his kidneys imploded.

Foon.

And he suddenly ran blindly off onto the road, soon becoming paralyzed by the beam of headlights like a frightened deer, as a white van bore down on him.

The sound of screeching tires pierced the stark night air.

Tick. Tick tick.

After spending thirty years in a mental asylum, Kurodo Hiroyuki often wondered at the fine line between madness and sanity.

And he could tell you, even to this day, that from that particular moment onward, he was the same man no more.

(Especially since he got conned into undergoing a sex-change while visiting Thailand.)

And also because he had witnessed the devil in one man's cold, golden eyes.

Click.

The men in white lab coats had arrived.

Alright-y.

It was now time for his medication.

Oh! Oh! Today was one of those days when it came in fruit flavours.

He really, really hoped it was grape.

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A pretty much useless chapter inspired by economics, biology, WHR, and a French short story that I recently read. Don't worry, though. Another chapter is in progress. Although that's probably even more worrying.

Thanks for reading, and please review!