AN: These take no specific place in the One Wish timeline, but I had some spare time on my hands and had hit another snag on the latest chapter (nothing major, just deciding what information to share and what to hold back for the next chapter), and decided to take a break by writing a couple of shorts. And if anyone has any other questions about the One Wish characters' pasts, just put in a request and I'll see if I can't make a story for it.

Summary: Is anyone wondering why, no matter who it is doing the fighting, nobody resorts to firearms? Our favorite inu youkai clears it up for us.

Disclaimer: Sesshoumaru courtesy of Rumiko Takahashi.

On Youkai and Guns

The idiot was pointing a gun into his chest. Had he been shorter, or the idiot taller, it likely would have been his face. Not that it would matter. Bullets were much too small to be anything but a minor irritation, especially to one such as he. And had the gun not actually been pressed into his chest, the flight path of a bullet was tediously easy to read and thus avoid.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, jackass. You completely ruined me! And you're going to pay for that!"

Humans were such emotional creatures. That would be the main difference between their two species. They made decisions based off what they inappropriately called their 'heart,' while he made his solely upon rational, logical thought.

He was content to stare down at the irate man, scorn obvious is his hard gold eyes.

The other seemed unhappy about this. He emptied the contents of his gun into the silver-haired youkai.

He repressed a sigh. This had happened twice this week alone. And he was no longer feeling merciful. One hand grabbed the gun; the other grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him two feet off the ground.

"You are an annoyance," he told the wide-eyed man in a deceptively calm voice. His tightened his grip around the gun. Opening his hands, the ruined pieces of the small firearm dropped uselessly to the ground. "This Sesshoumaru does not like to be annoyed."

Blood dripped from the six bullet holes in Sesshoumaru's chest, but nothing about him suggested he even felt the injuries.

The man was reduced to babbling incoherently as his stare wavered between what used to be his gun and the harsh, unrelenting gaze of the tall youkai. Sesshoumaru's glare hardened even further.

As the youkai continued to hold the quivering human up by his throat, there was a soft tinkle of metal on asphalt as six spent bullets were expelled from the wounds they had inflicted.

He considered telling the human it was useless to shoot him, but it was fairly obvious by now and it was not in his nature to point out the obvious, even for idiots.

"You will not live to regret your actions," he told the man, his hand taking on a green acidic sheen, and crunching loudly through the bones of his neck.

He opened his hand and let the body drop to the ground.

The trickle of blood from his chest had completely stopped.