Chapter 1
Welcome…Or Not
Sesshoumaru leaned his head against the unfeeling wall as he
sat upon a stone bench within a bay window. He sighed as if he had
been defeated by some unknown force. The death of his mother, the one
person he ever truly admitted he loved, took its hard toll on him. He
sighed once more and tried, in vain, to calm the raging waters of his
mind.
Cautiously, his servant approached him. Lately, his master seemed to
find joy in causing others pain. "M-my lord…?" his servant stuttered.
"What is it Jaken?" The demon heir sighed, obviously too engrossed in
his thoughts to harm his trusted servant.
Feeling more confident, the toad proceeded with his message, "your
father wishes a word with you. He says he's brought you a gift."
Sesshoumaru fumed with barely controlled anger. His hand lashed out
to find Jaken's throat. "He said what?"
"Pardon, my lord. I am merely delivering a message…" Before Jaken got
a chance to continue, he was hurled into a nearby wall as his master
continued fuming as if nothing had happened.
"Fool," he rose from his perch. "I will see what this 'gift' is. We
do not wish to be disturbed!"
"Yes, my lord!" Jaken touched his head to the ground as his master
passed.
* * *
"What do you wish of me father?" came the exasperated son as he knelt.
Sesshoumaru looked about to see what this gift might be when he caught
sight of a new face among the servants. His eyes roamed over her
features briefly before returning to his father.
"As you know, son, I do my rounds daily." When Sesshoumaru nodded, the
demon lord continued his story. "It happened, this morning, I ran into
a lovely young lady. We battled fiercely. When I finally beat her, she
informed me that she was mine for the taking."
"What of your human mistress, father," the lad said with contempt.
"I'm getting to that…Anyway, I told her that I was already mated with another. However, I have a son that is of the age," Lord Fushinu glared at his son. "She will be staying here…within your quarters. Look kindly upon her Sesshoumaru. She is to be your mate." With that, the demon heir was dismissed without another word.
* * *
"It is very kind of Lord Fushinu to give you a room, my lady. Don't
you think?" Bara's voice twinkled as she undid her lady's simple braid.
"This is so exciting! We are to meet your future mate tonight! I hope
he's handsome…"
"I only hope he's kind…" Okamiuta sighed as her servant brushed
through her long golden tresses. Bara stared at the woman's face in
the mirror. It was saddened with painful memories.
"Hai…You deserve kindness, my lady." A smile crept over the fairy's
lips as she, once more, busied herself. "You must be perfect tonight!"
* * *
Okamiuta watched as two black swans basked within a lily-clustered
pond. Her lips trembled ever so slightly in anticipation of the
evening's events. She wasn't at all used to such a formal setting. It
made her feel uneasy and insecure. She longed for the rugged forest
she had grown accustomed to over the years.
Once more, she looked around her for her future mate. He was nowhere
to be found. To pass the time, she fidgeted with the many layers of
silk Bara had chosen for her to wear. She pondered the amount of
stamina it would take to wear the get-up every day. Not to mention the
hair-do she was made to wear. She preferred her braid. It was more
comfortable.
* * *
He watched her from the shadows. The jade of her kimono brought out
the redness in her hair. Sesshoumaru smiled and waited as she fiddled
with her clothes. His eyes laughed at the scowl on her face. Perhaps
she had some spirit. Obviously she had more spunk than most of the
girls his father decided to throw at him.
She dropped the silken material she was examining. Suddenly, she
turned around. Golden-hazel eyes darted from shadow to shadow looking
for the being she knew was behind her. "Hello?"
With a low chuckle, Sesshoumaru stepped from the darkness. He managed
to avoid her gaze as he swept behind her. She turned to see who her
assailant was, but found nothing. Letting out a hideous laugh, he
toyed with her patience. Okamiuta lashed out behind her to find…air.
Still laughing, Sesshoumaru leapt into a nearby tree. He escaped to
the shadows as a stream of colorful curses fell from her mouth.
Cocking an eyebrow, he watched with amusement as she tore at her hair
and clothes trying desperately to free herself of the constraints.
Dozens of pins fell from the mound of sculpted locks on the top of
her head. Finally free, her golden mane fell to her waist in a curled,
tangled mass. With that, she began working on her clothing. Layer
after layer fell to the ground until all that was left was her white
under-kimono. Slapping the hair out of her face, she retrieved a jade
silk kimono from the grass. Next, her silken slippers were removed and
tossed into the night. Sesshoumaru caught one as it flew toward an
unknown destination. He tossed it back granting him a direct hit on the back of her head.
She turned, wiping the lipstick from her mouth with a scowl set
sternly on her face. Okamiuta stared at the trees in contempt before
ignoring the young lord. He gazed, silently laughing, as she bent to
scoop water from the pond. Roughly, she washed the gobs of make-up
from her face revealing fresh, slightly tanned skin.
With an evil grin, Sesshoumaru plucked an empty bird's nest from his
branch and hurled it at the unsuspecting woman. Once again it hit its
mark. She turned, water dripping from her chin, with a snarl. Leaping
into the tree, Sesshoumaru barely had time to dodge her wrath. He
laughed as she chased him from tree to tree. He had to admit she was
fast for not being a pure demon, but he was tired of this game.
Sesshoumaru purposely backed himself into a corner. There were no
other trees to catch him. Okamiuta pushed off her branch ramming into
her future mate. He faintly heard her yell several obscenities before
hitting the ground. They tumbled over the grass in odd-looking
summersaults causing the world around them to spin. With a thump,
Sesshoumaru rolled on top of her pinning her against the earthen bed.
"Is this how you greet all your potential mates?" he snickered holding
her wrists firmly as he mockingly sniffed at her hair and neck.
Suddenly, a wave of pain surged and pulsated around his groin. He
barely felt her knee remove itself from the area before she rolled out
from under him. With a cruel grin, she stood and stared at him from
above. "No…I usually kill them before they can be potential mates."
His face contorted in anguish. He watched her stalk toward his father's
home as he rocked in time to the pulsing of his member.
Author's Note:
Yeah I know. I restarted the fic. I hope this one exceeds the first!!
Give me feedback!!
Welcome…Or Not
Sesshoumaru leaned his head against the unfeeling wall as he
sat upon a stone bench within a bay window. He sighed as if he had
been defeated by some unknown force. The death of his mother, the one
person he ever truly admitted he loved, took its hard toll on him. He
sighed once more and tried, in vain, to calm the raging waters of his
mind.
Cautiously, his servant approached him. Lately, his master seemed to
find joy in causing others pain. "M-my lord…?" his servant stuttered.
"What is it Jaken?" The demon heir sighed, obviously too engrossed in
his thoughts to harm his trusted servant.
Feeling more confident, the toad proceeded with his message, "your
father wishes a word with you. He says he's brought you a gift."
Sesshoumaru fumed with barely controlled anger. His hand lashed out
to find Jaken's throat. "He said what?"
"Pardon, my lord. I am merely delivering a message…" Before Jaken got
a chance to continue, he was hurled into a nearby wall as his master
continued fuming as if nothing had happened.
"Fool," he rose from his perch. "I will see what this 'gift' is. We
do not wish to be disturbed!"
"Yes, my lord!" Jaken touched his head to the ground as his master
passed.
* * *
"What do you wish of me father?" came the exasperated son as he knelt.
Sesshoumaru looked about to see what this gift might be when he caught
sight of a new face among the servants. His eyes roamed over her
features briefly before returning to his father.
"As you know, son, I do my rounds daily." When Sesshoumaru nodded, the
demon lord continued his story. "It happened, this morning, I ran into
a lovely young lady. We battled fiercely. When I finally beat her, she
informed me that she was mine for the taking."
"What of your human mistress, father," the lad said with contempt.
"I'm getting to that…Anyway, I told her that I was already mated with another. However, I have a son that is of the age," Lord Fushinu glared at his son. "She will be staying here…within your quarters. Look kindly upon her Sesshoumaru. She is to be your mate." With that, the demon heir was dismissed without another word.
* * *
"It is very kind of Lord Fushinu to give you a room, my lady. Don't
you think?" Bara's voice twinkled as she undid her lady's simple braid.
"This is so exciting! We are to meet your future mate tonight! I hope
he's handsome…"
"I only hope he's kind…" Okamiuta sighed as her servant brushed
through her long golden tresses. Bara stared at the woman's face in
the mirror. It was saddened with painful memories.
"Hai…You deserve kindness, my lady." A smile crept over the fairy's
lips as she, once more, busied herself. "You must be perfect tonight!"
* * *
Okamiuta watched as two black swans basked within a lily-clustered
pond. Her lips trembled ever so slightly in anticipation of the
evening's events. She wasn't at all used to such a formal setting. It
made her feel uneasy and insecure. She longed for the rugged forest
she had grown accustomed to over the years.
Once more, she looked around her for her future mate. He was nowhere
to be found. To pass the time, she fidgeted with the many layers of
silk Bara had chosen for her to wear. She pondered the amount of
stamina it would take to wear the get-up every day. Not to mention the
hair-do she was made to wear. She preferred her braid. It was more
comfortable.
* * *
He watched her from the shadows. The jade of her kimono brought out
the redness in her hair. Sesshoumaru smiled and waited as she fiddled
with her clothes. His eyes laughed at the scowl on her face. Perhaps
she had some spirit. Obviously she had more spunk than most of the
girls his father decided to throw at him.
She dropped the silken material she was examining. Suddenly, she
turned around. Golden-hazel eyes darted from shadow to shadow looking
for the being she knew was behind her. "Hello?"
With a low chuckle, Sesshoumaru stepped from the darkness. He managed
to avoid her gaze as he swept behind her. She turned to see who her
assailant was, but found nothing. Letting out a hideous laugh, he
toyed with her patience. Okamiuta lashed out behind her to find…air.
Still laughing, Sesshoumaru leapt into a nearby tree. He escaped to
the shadows as a stream of colorful curses fell from her mouth.
Cocking an eyebrow, he watched with amusement as she tore at her hair
and clothes trying desperately to free herself of the constraints.
Dozens of pins fell from the mound of sculpted locks on the top of
her head. Finally free, her golden mane fell to her waist in a curled,
tangled mass. With that, she began working on her clothing. Layer
after layer fell to the ground until all that was left was her white
under-kimono. Slapping the hair out of her face, she retrieved a jade
silk kimono from the grass. Next, her silken slippers were removed and
tossed into the night. Sesshoumaru caught one as it flew toward an
unknown destination. He tossed it back granting him a direct hit on the back of her head.
She turned, wiping the lipstick from her mouth with a scowl set
sternly on her face. Okamiuta stared at the trees in contempt before
ignoring the young lord. He gazed, silently laughing, as she bent to
scoop water from the pond. Roughly, she washed the gobs of make-up
from her face revealing fresh, slightly tanned skin.
With an evil grin, Sesshoumaru plucked an empty bird's nest from his
branch and hurled it at the unsuspecting woman. Once again it hit its
mark. She turned, water dripping from her chin, with a snarl. Leaping
into the tree, Sesshoumaru barely had time to dodge her wrath. He
laughed as she chased him from tree to tree. He had to admit she was
fast for not being a pure demon, but he was tired of this game.
Sesshoumaru purposely backed himself into a corner. There were no
other trees to catch him. Okamiuta pushed off her branch ramming into
her future mate. He faintly heard her yell several obscenities before
hitting the ground. They tumbled over the grass in odd-looking
summersaults causing the world around them to spin. With a thump,
Sesshoumaru rolled on top of her pinning her against the earthen bed.
"Is this how you greet all your potential mates?" he snickered holding
her wrists firmly as he mockingly sniffed at her hair and neck.
Suddenly, a wave of pain surged and pulsated around his groin. He
barely felt her knee remove itself from the area before she rolled out
from under him. With a cruel grin, she stood and stared at him from
above. "No…I usually kill them before they can be potential mates."
His face contorted in anguish. He watched her stalk toward his father's
home as he rocked in time to the pulsing of his member.
Author's Note:
Yeah I know. I restarted the fic. I hope this one exceeds the first!!
Give me feedback!!