Your father's voice ruptured your train of thought.
"Lord Sesshomaru will be our guest until we're through discussing our alliances." He chirped out to you. He seemed to be hiding something but his peculiar behavior was aimed at Sesshomaru and not you. Maybe I could use this to my advantage... Yes- I'll scout out his weaknesses... You flashed a smile. Everybody that knows you knows that when you smile it never meant anything good. Sesshomaru cleared his throat. He seemed to be staring at you with curiosity. You couldn't deny that he was attractive. He was handsome, strong, and mysterious- everything you wanted in a man. Except one crucial point: You're getting paid to kill him! Never will I let such human emotions hold me back from doing my job. If he lives then I'll be out of work! If nobody hires me then what am I going to do with myself? You felt your eyes changing, feeling the scalding red of anger bubbling to the surface, but suppressed them before they completely turned. You caught Sesshomaru's eyes once more when your dad started talking again. Oh shit! Did he see? Damn these betraying eyes! Why did Mother gift them to me?
"I'm sure you're tired from your trip Sesshomaru-sama. Syuri shall escort you to where you'll be staying." He smiled at the two of you before giving you a look that said 'behave like a lady, for once'. You turned on your heal towards the hall you walked through to get to the luxurious study. You looked over your shoulder at the 'visitor' and told him to follow you. The guest room was next to your room Oh how convenient… so you took him the same way you came down moments ago. You sensed his gaze on you and smirked inwardly, This is going to be too easy... I'll eliminate him in no time if he develops feelings for me- or my body... (easier said than done...) Then he quickened his pace so that he was walking next to you. You watched him out of the corner of your eyes. He occasionally glanced at you then down the hall at the up coming staircase. A sort of tension hung in the air as the both of you searched for something to say. Then his words traveled the silent halls to your sensitive pointed ears, "Onna, your eyes change colors, do they not?"
He stopped glancing at you so he missed the sudden change in attitude. 'Onna! How dare he not use my name! Aww crap he did see. He stopped seconds after you and turned to look at your blank face.
"I have a name. It would serve you well to use it." You growled out, letting your eyes slip into a fierce, burning red. A color so rich and vibrant it could've be plucked right off your beautiful phoenix kimono. He stepped up in front of you with an in-your-face attitude and hissed, "How dare you speak to me in such a way!"
He brought his right hand up to slap you but you grabbed his wrist and held it down. Your vice like grip on his appendage only tightened as the anger inside was fan to new heights by his aggressive action. He stood rigid in front of you and you awaited his attempt to hit you with his left hand, but he just glared at you with such intensity. You didn't bother to stop your eyes from turning into a quizzical violet and asked venemously, "Why not strike me with your left? Is something the matter my dear Lord?"
He growled at you and yanked his hand away from your slackened grasp.
"It's no concern to you." He bit back, trying to pass that off as an answer to your question. Of course! He has no left arm. I thought I sensed something weird about him... You looked away and sighed, forcing your eyes into aqua once more. You started walking again and he stayed beside you. You walked for sometime with him glaring in front of himself. The servants fled from his angered stare. Or perhaps it was the sight of two enraged demons with their hands on deadly weapons…
"I meant no ill will, you know." You suddenly blurted out, focused intently on the hardwood floor at your feet. His dark glare turned to your softened features. He saw something in your face, it seemed, and relaxed into his emotionless composer. He sort of grunted in a response. You were already going up the third staircase and were coming up to the guest room.
"My room is next to the room you'll be staying in, so we'll be sharing the same bath house. Its rather extravagant. Help yourself to anything you desire. Be sure you knock before you enter." You instructed him before you slid the door to his room open, signaling for him to enter. He did, albeit reluctantly, and you heard a squeaky-voiced imp welcoming him. Must be one of his servants...How can he stomach that voice? You closed the door to his room, mainly to block out the noises that the imp was making, and walked into your room. It was dark outside already and the servants had already lit the candles in your room. You forgot to inform him that you two share a balcony as well. Ohh well. He'll figure it out... eventually. You walked over to the vanity once more and took down your hair, placing the ornament down on the marble counter top. You could smell his musky scent and it taunted you. You felt your inner demon wiggle inside. Your father, nor anybody else in the palace, knew of your late night killings, so you couldn't spill any blood for profit inside the grounds. It would most definitely not end well if your father had found out that you were risking your neck almost every for money that you didn't even need. You untied Samara, your katana, and laid it down on the counter next to your hair charm. Its never been about the money. The kill was the only thing that sated the inner demon anymore. You ran your delicately thin fingers over Samara's smooth sheath. Somehow it comforted you to touch the magic blade. You loosened the silk sash around your waist in order to relax more. Since you loosened the tie your kimono fell open slightly. Your stomach was now exposed and able to breath but you were still covered incase somebody came into your room. Which wasn't unheard of especially with the mood Father is in with guests in the house. Damn Match Maker wanna be. New thoughts finally dripped into your mind, The sky should be clear tonight. I don't smell the mist of the clouds... Then again I can't smell much more than his scent. You growled at yourself for letting your mind circle back to Sesshomaru. Arrogant bastard. You walked over to the balcony entrance and pulled back the heavy cloth that shielded your room from the bitter cold. The floor texture changed from the warm hard woods of your room to the smoothed but frozen floor, similar to the bath house floor, sheets of dark stone neatly placed together. You concealed your scent so you could be left in peace. Usually the servant in charge of dinner's announcement, Tai, would be pestering the shit out of you any moment now. You slumped down into a pile of silk pillows you brought out here years ago and stared up pensively at the waxing moon. At the new moon you would be in heat, as with most demons, and you hoped that Sesshomaru wouldn't be around to try and take advantage of your time of weakness. Nobody could make you do anything unless you allowed it, but he was definitely something her demon would love to try. You couldn't keep your mind off of your encounter with Sesshomaru in the hallway, either. I could fix his arm. In fact the herbs for the potion grow not too far from where I sit. But why do him any favors? Unless... I use it as leverage to get closer to him... Perfect. You flash you mischievous smile again in the dark seclusion of the pillow nest and relax further into your pillows. Your head snaps up when you see him walk out onto the balcony as well. It seems that Sesshomaru hasn't noticed you yet and he bent to rest his elbows on the balcony railing with a sigh.
"Good evening." Your sweet voice cut through the night air, and you watched as he turned only his head to look at you through the corner of his eye. His golden locking with your aqua. You both still hid you emotions from one another. No trust at all for demons. You smirked knowing that you had caught him off guard. He then turned his body around to face you but still learned against the railing.
"Why are you hiding your scent?" His question surprised you some, simply because you had expected him to leave the balcony.
"I didn't want the servants pestering me." You said before turning your eyes back towards the stars. You saw him repositioning his hair behind his ear out of the corner of your eye and that brought your attention back to him and his mysterious, beautiful ways. Soon your gaze dropped back to where his left arm should be. You heard him growl, probably noticing where your eyes have landed.
"Don't be offended, Sesshomaru-sama," You cooed before standing up and leaning on the railing about a foot away from were he was. You both had faces empty of expressions but you softened your feature once again. "I know of a potion that can regenerate your arm. If you would like, I'll make it for you." He sort of froze up and looked at you out of the corner of his eyes.
"How do you know of such a thing?" His voice was monotonous when he asked this of you, but it still stirred up something deep inside of you. You pushed off of the railing and stood facing him.
"It was a part of my training." Your response was short but to the point, like always, even if it was a lie. His eyes traveled down to your exposed skin and you tighten your kimono as a reflex.
"If you want the potion made then let me know." You told him. He grunted and turned back around to look up at the stars. You watched the breeze shift his silver mane of hair briefly before turning back to your room. You made it as far as pulling back the cloth before he was behind you and spoke, "You would do that? For me? Why?"
He almost sounded surprised through his emotional defenses. You smirked and added, "Tomorrow."
He nodded a yes and you went into your room. You released your scent, relishing the fact the he took a deep breath once more, and immediately you sensed the dinner servant you were avoiding. You saw his shadow on the rice paper door before he slid it open without your permission. A tiger demon with black hair and orange eyes stared at you with a ridiculous smirk on his face from the doorway. Here we go again... Upon reflex of seeing Tai, your eyes narrowed down to snake-like slits and a growl rumbles from the back of your throat.
"Hello Syuri." He looked you in the eyes while approaching you.
"Tai," you growled at the annoying demon. "Leave. Now." Your angered voice echoed around the room. He was in your face now and reached out to touch you but you sent a powerful fire blast into his stomach. He was repelled out of the room and into the wall across the hall. You watched in delight, your demon shivering with pleasure inside, as he grasped his burned stomach and drifted into unconsciousness. You regained your composer and fixed your kimono, tying it neatly around your waist. You were resituating a stray hair when you became aware of Sesshomaru in the doorway to the balcony with a fading smile.
"What?" You asked sharply, glaring at him. He stifled a chuckle.
"Nothing." He responded. You smirked and walked over to him. You looked him straight in the eyes and said, "To dinner?" He nodded a 'yes' and you led him down to the dining hall.