This time when I woke up, I didn't get my eyes burned out. I saw purple. And shiny. It was some form of vase-looking lamp-thing. It had a wick in it and was lit, illuminating the otherwise dark room. Yay! It was night. I love night…
So I looked around and found that I was in a bed (with really soft covers… purple and blue silken stuffs) and it was really big. Which means it was Sesshomaru's. I mean, that's just a given. He's not overcompensating. He just has an ego bigger than the universe. Which is constantly expanding. Interesting…
There were four doors in the room. I could see into one (as it was cracked open) and I could see some sort of bath-looking thing. It had steam, so I assumed it was a bath. There was another door, it being carved into by some amazing artist that could make a forest scene with a chisel.
'Cause that's what it had. A forest scene. Lots of flowers and such. It was really pretty.
Giving into my curiosity, I pushed the blankets from my form and walked over to the door, ignoring the random pain in my back. I opened the door, sighed and shut it again. "Stupid closet. I thought it was important…"
I walked over to a forest green door, staring into the eyes of the wolf painted there. "Hiya wolfie." I opened the door, finding a forest to greet my eyes. "I like this room," I said aloud. There you are. a voice said.
"Agh! Not the voices again!" Again? It's Naraku, woman. "Oh, hi Naraku-creeper-man-thing." The voice sighed. Where are you? "Sesshomaru's castle, I think. Why?" I'll get you later. "How much later?" A year or so. "Cool. Bye."
The voice didn't speak again. Or it did, but I ignored it, because it was saying it wasn't a voice in my head, and it was Naraku speaking to me from a distance. Which was just as weird. So I didn't care.
I was about to sit on the floor of the balcony and do some nature-watching when the door slammed open and Sesshomaru strode in. Rin followed, holding what appeared to be bandages. A bowl of water followed – wait, no, that's a Jaken.
"Yami?" Rin ventured. I wondered where she got my name from, but I figured I must have said it at some point when we were walking to that stream.
"I'm over here, watching these pretty birds… Oh, that's not a bird." She ran over to me, kneeling and hugging me all in one motion. "At least I know I was missed. Er… was I even gone?"
"Rin was scared that Yami would never wake up!" she cried into my shoulder. I hugged her, telling her that it was alright and I was too stupid to know how to die. She laughed, skipping back over behind Sesshomaru, who'd ordered her to do so. That child is bipolar.
"Woman, get up." I stood, wincing as I did so. "When did you awaken?"
"Uh… A minute ago, I guess…"
"You're injured, fool. Get back to the bed."
"Yessir." I giggled mentally. Very demanding, master. How would you like me on the bed? Sesshomaru bandaged my back up with little comment. He didn't even say anything about the fact that I was blushing bright red and hugging my boobs so they wouldn't pop out of the damn kimono I was dressed in. A good question – who put me in the kimono?
I hope it was Rin. Or do I...? Hehehehe...
After my space-out, I heard a low growl behind me. Er... above me, really. From Sesshomaru.
"What's up?" I asked him.
"What are you?" More of an order than a question. Luckily, I'm amenable to orders. Especially to sexy men. Particularly when they can kill me. I turned around to face him, curiosity piqued.
"Um... I dunno. A very strange person?" He glared. "Human, then?" He seemed to glare more.
At my blank look, he elaborated: "With your wound healed as much as it is, I do not believe so."
"Oh... Well, then, I dunno. What do you think?"
He frowned. He seemed to want to say something and then thought better of it and left the room. Before long, I passed out. "Damn rapists..."
It was a week later that anything interesting happened. I always hung out with Rin, because I was her caretaker, or something. I was better at the job than Jaken was, at any rate. I never saw the sexy asshole, Sesshomaru. And I should really stop complimenting him and insulting him in my head. He can't hear it, and I just feel crazier. In a bad way.
At the time, Rin and I were making crowns out of flowers, presumably for Jaken, Ah-Un and Sesshomaru. She had to teach me how, of course but I enjoyed art, whatever it may be, and I had fun. I smiled as I completed my second one, made of blue and white flowers and declared it suited Sesshomaru.
"What does, woman?" At first I was all oh shit!, but then I realized he didn't sound angry at all, just curious. I grinned, holding the misshapen creation up for him to view.
"'Tis for you, milord!" He glared down at me. For a second, that look held and I was a little frightened. Not too much, though. I swear. Then, he glanced at Rin's hopeful expression and took it obediently. I promptly had a fangirl moment in my head.
Before I could comment on how nice he was, there was a loud crash somewhere to my left. A... man...? had fallen into the flowers, crushing all of Rin's – and my first – flower creations. I was not happy about that. It had taken forever to make mine, and Rin's were so pretty! It's so mean.
I stood.
"You." I pointed at the demon. He was probably some sort of lizard demon; he had scales and a long tail that reminded me of alligators. Fuming, I ground out, "Get off."
He smirked up at me, apparently not noticing the Lord and his ward not two feet away. "Why should I, girlie?" I growled at him (Ha! Practicing was useful!) I grabbed the tuft of hair on his head and promptly dragged him off it. He wasn't grinning anymore and he let out a high-pitched yelp from the pain.
"Who you calling girlie, you pussy?" I hissed this last part in his ear, so that Rin wouldn't hear. When he was fully off the flowers, I kicked him in the ribs and sat back down, furiously trying to remake the pretty white crown that he had destroyed.
Rin was laughing her ass off. Sesshomaru even looked amused. I wonder if he heard when I called the lizard a pussy? Then he seemed to decide something. In his deep, commanding voice, he told me to get up.
"But... oh, alright." Arguing was a bad, bad idea.
"Come." I obeyed. Mentally, I had a fangasm because of the innuendo and his pure sexiness.
Sesshomaru was a hard trainer. He was a vicious fighter and it reflected in his style of teaching. He also had this vengeful streak that came out whenever I actually managed to hit him. Usually because he was distracted and it only happened like... twice, but it hurt like hell! After two weeks of intensive training, he deemed me fit enough to join his training army. Alas, they were all sexist bastards (including Sesshomaru and a certain half-demon that liked to talk to me in my head every once in a while).
When the first day of army-training came around, I was told to warm up for an hour. I saw some men at the archery range, shooting up a storm and walked over, intent on that being my warm-up. I was stopped by some dick who yelled, "Hey, woman! This ain't no place for females! Get back to the kitchen!"
Infuriated by his sexism (and his abuse of English grammar), I grabbed a bow and a quiver, knocked an arrow, and aimed for his crotch. My arrow struck true and the guy started running around with an arrow (it didn't go very deep, because it was a practice arrow) sticking out of his pelvic bone area.
I couldn't help myself. I fell over, laughing. I tried to keep the arrows from spilling – and succeeded, thankfully. A shadow fell over me. I tried to stop laughing because I knew I was in trouble, but when I get into a fit like that, it's hard.
"Woman." He sounded... almost happy. Well... not as cold. But still. Amazed and shocked at the possibility of a smile from Sesshomaru, I looked up. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes were... less evil than normal. Happy. Kind of adorable, really. "You will be excused of the normal punishment today, for the rules of the army have not been explained to you, but you should know better than to... shoot allies." I snickered, but bowed my head obediently. "A lap."
Less than expected. I bowed to him again. "Yes, my lord." That was respectful, wasn't it? I obeyed his order, hurrying a lap around the castle. By the time I came back, the whole army was getting ready to run laps. Five, in fact. I groaned aloud, following the faster runners in the second of my six laps.
"Hot, hot hot! It's so fecking hot outside! Why's it so fecking hot?!" Some of the nearby soldiers laughed at my expense. We were stopped for a lunch break at a river. I debated whether I should take off my outer clothes and enter the lake in my underwear (which I had a new set of, thank the seven layers of hell) or if I should just jump in as is. I really didn't want to run around in a wet hakama, so I decided to take it off. Medieval Japanese undies it was!
I removed the training hakama Naraku had let me steal (apparently he was too confused to stop me when I ran off with Sesshomaru – and I had washed it since then!) and hopped in, ignoring the jeers and wolf-whistles from the testosterone-filled men sent to me. At least, I think they were sent to me. I was the only female, and Sesshomaru would kill them if they flirted with him, so...
Speaking of Mr. I'msosexythatyouwishyouwereinm ypants...
He popped up from the water, flicking his long, sexy hair like the drama-king he was. He wasn't wearing a top and I was too afraid to look down in case he wasn't wearing bottoms ('cause I would totally hump his leg like a Chihuahua. He does, in fact, have stripes on his hips. And they're reddish-pink, and fun to stare at, and...
Oh, he's talking to me. I should listen. He has nice lips... Oh, wait...
"-staring."
"Wha?" I'm so coherent.
He sighed that It-Sucks-To-Be-Beautiful sigh. "Woman. Stop staring."
"Oh." I looked away, willing the blush in my cheeks (and the dirty thoughts in my head) to go away.
"Any attraction you have for me, woman, get rid of it. Now. You will receive no results but my impatience." Dickhead.
"I know that," I quipped, fully irate. "I'm not stupid. And it's not really something you can turn off. If you wouldn't pop up in front of me, naked, I wouldn't have any problems." For a second, I regretted saying all that. Then, I realized it was for the better and I tightened my jaw. I meant it, at any rate.
He seemed surprised (which was a sexy expression, like most of his expressions) and he opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. Hah!I rendered the great Sesshomaru speechless! Hoo-rah!
He turned from me and swam away, white fluffy thing floating after him. I turned from him as well with a triumphant grin. That was probably going to bite me in the ass later, but I had gotten the last word against the drama king! Go me!
Then I noticed that my clothing was missing. Fuck.
Fecking rapists.
Well, that was an experience.
I had to run around almost nude for hours before Sesshomaru actually noticed and threw a kimono on me. Quite literally, actually.
He pulled one over my head, growling, "Wear clothes, woman, you're distracting my army."
I obeyed of course. I didn't like walking around in my underwear. Everone laughed or outright stared at me. Pissed me off.
Sesshomaru woke me up early the next morning. Usually it was Rin and it was after the sun was in the sky. And it wasn't even an army-training day. Fucker. I hated being woken up.
"Ugh... What... why?" I mumbled. I was probably incoherent. Then I noticed it was dark outside and I could only see because of a candle. "Why~?" I whined.
"Training," he replied shortly.
"Oh..." I paused. "Why so early?" I groaned.
"You need excessive training, woman. Now, shut up." Apparently he wasn't a morning person, either. I nodded, yawning and following him as he walked out of the room and the castle and onto the training grounds. I was gonna get my ass beat. So long as I got to sleep later, that was fine by me.
It was dark outside. Again. As in nighttime. Like... midnight, probably. My movements were slow, my sword heavy and the evil smirk on Sesshomaru's oh-so-pretty face was pissin' me off. With me and my stupid sleep-deprived brain, I told him that. He glared. Then he looked confused.
My bitching never went past my mind as a demon-thing suddenly crashed between us. It was very large, covered in thick scales and – oh, that's just a hand. Damn. That's a big-ass demon. I heard a loud rumbling and looked up. It was a growl, and the demon seemed pretty upset that it had missed its targets.
Which lead me to a question: Why didn't we hear the damn thing?!
And then its hand was on the ground because Sesshomaru had cut it off. It roared and all I could think of was going to sleep. I mean... from two'o'clock in the morning to midnight was too long. It was too long to be awake. Especially when you're being trained by a sadistic dog demon. No fun.
"Ah, hell," I complained, climbing up the behemoth's leg. "I'd better get to sleep after this!" I yelled to Sesshomaru who looked confused at me attempting to climb the thing to get to its head to kill it. Or amused. Whatever.
Said demon tried to swat me off and eat me or somethin', but it was too big and couldn't touch me from my place on its back. I finally reached its neck and took my dull sword that Sesshomaru had givng to me to train with – it was really crappy – and aimed the point (the only useful part of the thing) at the demon and stabbed it.
Well, I would have stabbed it if the damn sword would go through the bastard's thick hid. But it wouldn't. I attempted this a few times, failing every time. The evil giant-demon-thing laughed at me. I growled back, thoroughly P. .
"You know what, shit-head? I'm gonna kill you, one way or another."
I climbed up a bit further, onto the top of its head. I sent it and the smirking Sesshomaru a glare and plunged the craptastic sword into both eyes, getting my arm thoroughly covered in eye-jelly each time. It was really gooey and it reminded me of – oh shit!
I fell off. I squeaked, saying, "I can't die yet! I haven't even had hot, - oh, Thank you, Sesshomaru."
He'd caught me. Saved my life. Again. "Whatever." He paused, seeming to force out his next words. "You did well. Rin, Jaken Ah-Un, yourself and this Sesshomaru will be heading out tomorrow afternoon. Be ready."
I passed out from sheer exhaustion.