A/N: okay, so this is a fic i was hinting about on my dA page, a love-hate romance between Sesshy and our spitfire wolf princess Getsu. Getsu may seem a bit more tsundere in this fic than she was in 'We Are', so bear with me. tell me what you think of this fic in a review. thanks and enjoy~!
disclaimer: i don't own InuYasha; my OCs belong to me.
Chapter 01: Freedom (Crazy in Here)
"Getsuei-onee!"
The door was thrown open to her room with a loud 'clack' of wood, making her ears hurt; she groaned and rolled over in her blankets, curling into a tighter ball.
"Fer the love of the moon, Kori-chan, it's not even midday! Let me sleep…!" She moaned into her pillow, her voice muffled by the cushiony surface.
The blue-haired wolf princess sighed dejectedly and looked at a book that was left near the door, lifting it and getting a wicked idea, a grin forming on her lips; she looked over at the huddled form of her older sister still in bed. "But, Getsu-onee-chan!" She whined, shuffling closer to the older she-wolf.
"I swear to God if you don't leave I'm going to… OW!" Her threat was doused the moment the book landed on her head that was covered by the blankets; she yelped and spluttered a profanity before she scrambled out of the blankets to sit upright and glare up at her younger sister with dangerous silver eyes.
Korihime smiled innocently, or as innocently as she could muster, soft blue eyes betraying the innocence with a triumphant and mischievous glint that flashed in her orbs.
Getsu removed the book from where it had fallen in her lap, placing it on the tatami mat, and shuffling to her feet, coming to at least four inches taller than her little sister; a hand was placed on her hip and her silver eyes looked pissy, reminding her of a cat that had just had the shit scared out of it and now desired vengeance.
Uh-oh…
"Start. running." She spoke between gritted fangs; she gulped audibly before she slowly turned and walked out of the room.
Can't a girl get some damn beauty sleep around here? She wondered inwardly, exhaling before she rolled her shoulders and let out another breath.
"YOU'RE SO DEAD, YOU LITTLE RUNT BRAT!"
"MOTHER, GETSUEI IS TRYING TO KILL ME!"
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The sound of rushing feet pricked her ears.
Lady Saya exhaled as she easily matched the owners to the noise, sipping her tea before lifting a clawed hand to brush stray locks of jet black hair behind her ear, tucking them in place behind the blue hairpin, her sky-colored blue orbs patient and rather weary as they stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror.
"There they go again," she thought aloud; sometimes I wonder if I didn't birth two boys instead of girls, she inwardly added to herself.
The rushing feet were getting closer to her room.
She shook her head softly, straightening from doing her makeup to slide the door open… right as both her daughters scrambled in, the youngest in the lead, the older at the rear.
"M-Mother, Getsuei, she…!" Korihime rasped, scrambling to hide behind her mother's back as Getsu tried to get at her, skirting around their mother's average-height frame.
Saya sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Girls!" She silenced their whines and curses with the single-syllable noun; her sky-colored eyes turned to her firstborn, darting a glance at her younger child.
"Y-yes?" Both princesses squeaked in unison.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "It's too early in the day to hear you two raising hell in the house, and need I remind you both that it is not ladylike to be swearing up a storm?" She lectured patiently, her blue eyes still pissy.
Getsu blushed embarrassedly and rubbed her right arm gingerly, smiling at her mother. "I'm sorry, Mama. It was my fault Korihime ran over here…" She began to apologize.
"No, it was me! I was the one who dropped a book on Getsu-onee's head, and got her angry." Korihime piped up, shuffling to stand beside her sister.
Lady Saya blinked in slight confusion before her eyes softened and she smiled. "Well, you're finally growing up, Korihime. And Getsuei, that was noble of you to take the blame for your sister's actions." She mused thoughtfully.
Korihime and Getsu beamed. "Thank you, Mother!" They declared in unison, embracing her.
She chuckled and held onto her girls, letting them pull away reluctantly.
A tentative knock sounded on the doorway, making all three female wolves look up to see one of the servants standing there.
"Lady Saya," the servant girl by the name of Yuri spoke.
She nodded to her, smiling kindly. "Yes, what is it, Yuri?" She wondered.
"Lord Kiba requests that Young Mistress Getsuei report to the meeting room. Another suitor has come forth to offer his hand," Yuri informed, pricking the ears of the older of the two princesses.
She nodded again. "Very well, she'll be there shortly. Thank you, Yuri," she smiled lightly, watching the servant girl bow humbly before she shuffled down the corridor.
"Another one?" Korihime wondered aloud once the maid had gone, looking at her older sister.
Getsu crossed her arms and huffed. "I still don't see why they keep coming; if anything, you're the one they should be askin' to marry, Kori-chan." She mused, making her ears twitch.
"Getsuei, you know as the firstborn of our family you have the duty to…" Lady Saya began to remind her daughter.
"Be first to marry. I know, Mama." She flashed a light smile at her mother's pursed-lip expression, waving it off. "I'm going," she sighed, leaning to peck her cheek lightly before she trotted out of the room to go get dressed.
Korihime watched her older sister leave and sighed, following her leave to help her.
A pout crossed her face.
She had –at the "helpful" suggestions of her little sister—donned a dark blue kimono with pale lilac lining the collar and sleeves, a deep purple obi tied firmly against her lower torso from the ribs down to her pelvis, light gray crescents embroidered into the silk of the kimono.
For some reason, she was alright with blue, but most of the time she loved red; she wasn't sure why.
"You look beautiful, onee-chan," Korihime beamed at her in the full-length mirror's reflection.
"I feel like a friggin' doll," Getsu grated between her teeth.
She giggled and smirked, watching her older sister sigh and turn to throw open the door to her room. "Let's just hope this one isn't as lecherous as the last two have been; Father was close to burning the head off of the last one because he tried to grope you at dinner." She mused calmly as she followed her out; she'd already gotten dressed, wearing her favored gray kimono with a blue obi embroidered with white stars on the fabric, her blue hair pulled back into a loose ponytail tied by a pink hairtie.
A shudder rolled down her spine at the memory and she grimaced, a fang showing in her expression. "He was pathetic. Men have always been idiots, no matter their race: human or demon. That's one thing you'll need to learn as you get older, Kori-chan. As women, we have to be stronger, and faster. Just because Mama tells us to be obedient and courteous doesn't mean we should have our tails between our legs around them. We need to remind them that we aren't beneath them and we're not meant to be sexual toys." She mused softly.
Her ears twitched at her words and she smiled slightly. "Wow, Getsu-onee, I didn't think you were that philosophical; those two centuries Father made you study seem like they paid off." She commented.
She blinked and then smiled back at her, chuckling. "Guess so, huh? Sorry if I rambled, I just…" She sighed softly and lifted a hand to rub her temples.
"It's these damn courtship meets, they leave me frustrated. And wanting to emasculate every sick bastard that has walked through the front gates and thought he could get away with trying to take advantage of me before getting to the marriage bed." She apologized, a growl escaping between her teeth.
She shuddered at that and bristled instinctively, nodding. "I wouldn't blame you, onee-chan," she mused.
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The meeting room was quiet.
Lord Kiba sipped his tea, his silver eyes lifting from looking down at the light brown color of the warm drink to his guest; his cobalt blue hair was starting to gray, kept back in a topknot, allowing a few stray bangs to frame his stern-looking face. He wore a pale violet kosode underneath his honorary black vest, navy hakama and a light blue sash tied at his waist.
Though the last two suitors that had come for his daughter's hand were nothing more than 'pathetic letches' (according to his daughter's comments), this one… this one just might be the one; his silver eyes surveyed the latest suitor sitting across from him at the other side of the table.
A young man that looked as old as his firstborn daughter –five centuries, if he had to guess, even though the boy looked to be at least nineteen or twenty by human standards—sat across from him; long silver hair was kept in a high ponytail, allowing a few locks of said silver hair to frame his handsome face, intelligent and calculating gold eyes staring forward, the boy looking to be deep in thought. A blue-violet crescent marked the center of his forehead, twin maroon streaks marking his cheekbones, reminding him just what kind of demon this young man was: dog demon. He wore a white kosode with red embroidered flowers on the left shoulder, light gray hakama and a yellow and blue sash tied at his waist.
"I must thank you again for allowing me to be seen by your daughter, Lord Kiba." The boy mused, making his ears twitch.
He smiled faintly and dipped his head in a slight nod. "You're most welcome; I hope she will find you to her liking, Lord Sesshomaru." He returned.
A faint smirk flashed on his handsome face. "I hope the same. I have had trouble finding a suitable wife in my own land, so when I heard word that Lady Getsuei was having the same dilemma… well, I suppose the rest is history." He shrugged innocently.
He lowered his gaze to the tea. "None of the men that have come for her hand have been… approved, in her eyes; I must warn you that my daughter is, to use the vernacular, bull-headed." He looked sheepish.
His ears twitched and he uttered a polite chuckle. "I wouldn't imagine less, from the stories I've heard on the wind; it is something to be expected from a princess of the western wolf clan." He said thoughtfully.
He felt relieved at hearing that this news didn't upset the young lord, further fueling his belief that this dog demon could be his future son-in-law. "I must admit that it comes from my side; or rather that's what my wife has told me in the past." He chuckled weakly, sipping his tea.
He smiled slightly. "I would only hope that she has also acquired your patient manner, as well." He offered, mirroring him and sipping from his own cup of tea.
"Lord Kiba, forgive my intrusion, but Lady Getsuei is here." One of the other servants named Haku announced as he slid the door open.
He glanced back at the boy and nodded, smiling kindly.
"Thank you, Haku." He said, the door sliding open further as his daughter stepped into the room; the smile slightly fell from his face as he noticed that she didn't look pleased with being forced into the kimono she wore that made her look beautiful.
He inwardly sighed, smiling warmly at her. "Getsuei, please come forward and introduce yourself." He beckoned gently.
She nodded, throwing a glance back at Korihime standing on the other end of the door that was cracked open a bit, seeing her wink, before she exhaled quietly and obeyed, shuffling closer to the table. "Yes, Father," she mumbled.
The young noble straightened to his feet out of a chivalrous manner, meeting her silver eyes: she was beautiful.
Her ebony black hair was kept out of her slightly round face (marked with a violet crescent on her left cheek, he inwardly noted) by various pins and adornments that were silver like her eyes, a dark blue kimono with silver crescents embroidered on the silk, lilac lining on the collar and sleeves, and a deep purple obi wound around her middle slightly concealing the curves in her petite frame that basically screamed she was female.
She blushed slightly at meeting his gold eyes, her silver eyes glancing to the silver tresses he had kept back by a high ponytail to his pale-looking garb that consisted of a white kosode, light gray hakama, and a blue and yellow sash at his waist; he was tall, too, at least a head taller than her, and he had maroon streaks on his cheeks and wrists, a lone blue-violet crescent marking the middle of his forehead.
A dog demon? She thought, slightly baffled that another canine demon had come to ask for her hand. Why a dog? I thought they had their own range of suitable females to choose from, she wondered.
"Getsuei, don't stand there and gawk." Her father cleared his throat loudly, jarring both young nobles from their staring contest; he met her likewise-silver eyes and sent her a reproving look. "Lord Sesshomaru, may I introduce you to my eldest daughter, Getsuei." He nodded to the young lord.
He cleared his throat and flashed a smile at her, stepping away from his side of the table to move closer to her. "The pleasure is all mine, Lady Getsuei." He said in a smooth and rather low voice, taking her left clawed hand and kissing the top of her hand in that same chivalrous manner that had made him stand moments ago.
She blushed again and smiled faintly, nodding. "It's nice to meet you as well, Lord Sesshomaru." She replied softly, her ears twitching as he lifted his gaze and their eyes met again; a shiver rolled down her spine as she inwardly noted that his eyes looked like sharp gold moons.
He nodded slightly and moved away to shuffle back to his side of the table; she moved to sit down between her father and the handsome dog demon, folding her hands in her lap out of forced habit.
Lord Kiba smiled to himself at the two young heirs; this might work, he thought.
"Haku, bring another cup of tea out for Getsuei." He ordered calmly without looking back at the door.
"Sir," he nodded and disappeared into the corridor beyond the doorway.
"Lord Sesshomaru has come from his own territory in the West to ask for your hand, Getsuei." He addressed his daughter, making her ears twitch.
She looked at her father and smiled slightly. "Really? Interesting. Lord Sesshomaru, how long have you been in our territory?" She wondered, looking at the young lord; and why on earth have you come to ask for my hand? She inwardly added, keeping a polite smile on her face.
He relaxed a little when she spoke to him. "Not very long, a few weeks I would imagine. It wasn't a far journey, from my father's territory to yours." He shrugged.
She lifted a brow. "I've heard of your father; he sounds like a great demon. If I may, how is he?" She asked.
His slight smile faltered at the thought of his father currently spending time near humans, particularly with a human woman, with an inward wince. "He's doing fine. Your father mentioned that you've had trouble in choosing a suitable husband lately." He mused, pricking her ears.
She smiled sheepishly, lifting a hand to rub her neck. "So I have, yes. The men my father has allowed to come ask for my hand were pathetic; or rather, they were to me. They were only interested in gaining power by taking my hand, and other things I won't mention and will let you imagine." She replied, slightly bristling at the memory.
His ear twitched as he caught the slight bristle she showed, nodding. "Well to be frank, I only hope that you haven't passed judgment on me too quickly, Lady Getsuei." He said.
"It's 'Getsu'." Another sheepish smile. "Only my father and mother call me by my full name." She admitted.
He nodded again. "'Getsu'; I'll keep that in mind." He said thoughtfully; she was indeed a wolf by nature, he deemed.
Beneath the formalities, he could easily tell that she didn't want to be here; most of the men, from what he'd heard, weren't worthy of her hand. They didn't last long in their stays here at the wolf clan's mansion. She didn't look like any of the spoiled brats he'd met in his own suitor-perusing, which was a relief to him; but this female, she… There was something about her, a fierceness beneath her faked smiles and laughs, that same fierceness that screamed 'tomboy'.
Is that why she hadn't chosen anyone, her independence... or is it something else? Fear? He wondered.
"Well, considering you two are getting along so well, I will say this: Lord Sesshomaru, you are welcome to stay in our mansion for a week. In that time, I only hope and pray to the gods that Getsuei will see that you are suited to be her future husband as much as I deem." Lord Kiba's words jerked him from his thoughts; both young nobles looked surprised.
"F-Father, are you sure?" Getsu managed, looking at her father imploringly, searching his eyes for some sort of reasonable explanation for his sudden declaration: was he insane? She hadn't even said 'yes', for the moon's sake! There was no way in hell she was going to say that to a man she hardly knew!
Not even close…
"Thank you, Lord Kiba; I humbly accept your offer." Sesshomaru bowed his head respectfully, earning a look from the she-wolf.
What the hell did her father do!?
A/N: and so it starts... lol leave comments/ critiques and see if you can help me make this fic epic. thanks!
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