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A/N: Thank to The life of a girl, my Beta, who has the magic touch and make the story a lot better. Please read and review and let me know if you like it. Thanks for the read.
The curse began when she was seventeen and so she stays seventeen.
Beside her is an arrogant but handsome white dog with golden eyes. Always beside her. Through peace, through war, through happiness, though sadness, they have always been together, protecting each other. More than once, she used her fragile body as a shield, held him protectively in her small arms while bullets flew their way. It should be the other way around, but there noting the dog can do and he hates it.
It has been five hundred years, the world has changed, yet she is still seventeen, forever beautiful. Her smile is still bright and she is still holding him tightly close to her heart.
They share the same bed, yet not the way he wants it to be. He can touch her but is never satisfied by the limitations. He wants to do everything a man would with a woman.
The curse is too cruel… he could never claim her even though she is his.
Any time he wished to, he could have everything back; wealth, powers, his true form, yet a dog he stays. He does it for her. Because that's the price he has to pay.
At seventeen she was poisoned. The demoness who poisoned her, the only one who could save her, had given an offer. Rin, his beautiful Rin, would live; share his life even, but in return he had to stay a dog but at if at moment he changed his mind and return to his true form, her life would vanish. He, the high and mighty, arrogant, proud, and powerful demon, Sesshomaru, had readily accepted the term.
His eyes are always following her lovely curves as she lies asleep beside him. He never regrets his choice.
At times she would ask him to return to his true form, but he never did. His place was beside her and hers next to him and it had been so for five centuries. Not in the way he wished it to be of course, but it is longer than her human life could ever last and for that he is grateful.
In her sleep, she snuggles closer to him and he smiles in his dog way and leans down to kiss her forehead.
"I love you, Lord Sesshomaru," she whispers in her dream.
He cannot tell her he loves her too, for he has no voice. But he doesn't have to.
.
Because she always knows.
.
.
A demoness she is, Asami, beautiful, smart, powerful… everything a man could ever want. Never in her life had she fallen in love, yet with just one glance at him, the glorious Lord Sesshomaru, her heart was stolen.
She wanted him.
For years she tried to earn his heart, but what returned was only maliciousness and coldness.
She had come to terms with the fact that his cold heart could never love, yet soon enough, his heart had been so easily melted by a mortal girl. Asami loathed the girl enough to try to kill her. Wanting to punish him, she offered the price he would never be willing to pay, or so she thought, and let him watch that mortal die.
She had never expected him to take up the offer without hesitation, to stay a dog.
Asami was angry at how much he willing to sacrifice was for a mere human girl, but she granted the wish-the curse.
And so Asami waited and watched to see how long he, the proud demon, could last as a dog. She was sure that the human girl would leave him once he was powerless. The human was only following him because of his power and protection, she assumed.
Yet the human girl treated him with love and respect, while the proud demon equally retuned the affections. In danger they would put the other before themselves and she watched him suffered over his powerlessness as she was hurt, and watched her suffered seeing him suffer.
A few years and she will change her mind, the demoness thought. Yet more than three centuries passed and they remained faithful. In their fourth century, Asami decided to lift the curse.
Asami knew a way to lift it that would keep the human alive, but not without a cost of course. The demoness was bedridden for mouths, but she did not regret it.
Why did she not tell them about the curse being lift? Well, she had made a bet with herself. She had met him when she was 512 years old, so she set the date for him to return to his human form on that time. If he still stayed a dog for longer than that, then he would gain more than he had lost.
It was a test. Asami wanted to see how long it would last, even though she already knew he would keep his form, forever if he had to.
She smiled… she really had fallen hard for him. The girl had grown on her…
Curse them.