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A/N: I'm updating this story, i know I said I would update it after I finished my other story, but I found myself wanting to update this. Please enjoy, I dedicate this chapter to the reviewers who reviewed in my authors note.

My Precedent Taiyoukai

Chapter IV: Quench the Wonderment

As she waited inside the waiting room which was a room, containing a seating area, furnished luxuriously with a scheme of colors of lush purple and crusted gold. Almost as if to curse Lord Sesshomaru, in walked the handsome legendary Lord of them all. All himself Lord Inutaisho. The spitting image of Sesshomaru, but taller and a cocky yet sincere gleam in his eyes.

The hair was kept long and fine, the hair completely silver not taking on a snow white. The golden eyes as if they were colored and melted in with the shavings of gold plate. The hard chest that was splashed over with his clothing and the kimono that he wore. White and so pure with the symbol of a golden dragon to match his eyes to wrap around the kimono breathing out the blazing fire that seemed to show in his eyes.

"And who might you be?" He asked, his deep voice dripping with seduction, yet so sincere as the gleam in his eyes.

She wasn't sure how to reply, he gave an air of importance. Feeling the need to bow, her knees weakened and gave in before she lowered her head to him. Kagome rarely showed this sort of obedience, but it was as if he demanded it; now as if he deserved it. She did not want to meet his eyes, but curiosity gave in and she looked towards the golden shavings. He licked his lips before gracing her with a kind smile and he once again questioned her. "What is your name?"

She knew now, she should answer. Pursing her lips and looking back down onto the floor, she mumbled her name. "Kagome.."

"Kagome.." He murmured, as if playing with the name and teasing it. "Kagome...it is tasteful." He finally finished, as if he had examined and it was finally satisfied. She thought he wouldn't speak a word now, but he was obviously different from Sesshomaru and motioned for her to sit in lush couch before him. Standing up she made her way there, almost tripping on the way. She felt clumsy around him, he made her knees weak. It was no sort of affection for him of sort, just the respect he demanded. His fingers drummed against the armchair and he smiled towards her; a sincere and a comforting smile.

"Kagome-san, what brings you in my home?" He asked. It was surprising, she wondered why he demanded why she was in here. It was if he enjoyed strangers in his home, but she forgot the detail of enjoying human woman in his home. Biting her bottom lip and finally meeting his eyes she replied.

"Lord Sesshomaru brought me here..-"

"A slave?" He guessed.

"No, no. Eh, he um, well I was lost you see.. and uh.." She began her story and he listened attentively, catching every word. Once in a while nodding and at one detail she had explained he let out a laugh. It was a delicious laugh, as if he laughed with his heart. With everything, it started from his fine chest to his heart, through his throat and out of his mouth.

"So I'm here now and really he's just trying to take me home."

"Where do you come from?" He asked.

"I don't know." She replied. He didn't ask another question, but for a brief moment he held a pity glance in his face before it changed to amusement.

"So, Kagome-san are you sure your not my son's new slave? It would be rather amusing since you are human." He laughed before turning serious. "Sesshomaru doesn't bring much women home, or neither does he converse with any." He said thoughtfully, more of to himself. She did not interrupt him, but rather waited for him to ask another question. He did however, he wasn't one for dead silence and he didn't mind asking any question. She felt as if he relished in her being uncomfortable.

"Ah, Kagome-san, do you have a mate or a spouse?" He asked curiously, his eyes hungry for an answer.

"Oh, no no."

"Really? That is quite a shame, such a desirable human, you are." He commented, licking over his fangs which where showing slightly under his pale lips.

"I'm too young!" She protested.

"Too young." He laughed, that delightful laugh again. "Your not young for marriage at all, well perhaps, but that doesn't matter." "Are you a miko?"

She hesitated, she wanted to answer no. It reminded her of Kikyo, to be compared to her, but all she saw in his eyes was a simple question unanswered. "Yes, yes I am."

"You remind me of someone." He said. Oh, those words were painful. It seemed everywhere she went, she was reminded of the dead miko, as if everything was mocking her.

"Midoriko." He answered. She was almost shocked at what he said, but then again she did not look like Midoriko at all. Much different, much different. He seemed to answer her wonderings, now his hands left the armchair and rested under his chin.

"Your kindness, purity, stubbornness. Except that you have something just a bit different." He wondered. She wanted to thank him and she was going to before the door opened and Sesshomaru stood looking towards them.

"Ah, Sesshomaru you have arrived. I have just met your latest human slave, your latest pleasure slave." He said. Didn't Sesshomaru not like humans, the emotions flickered over her face. Sesshomaru seemed to sense them and he looked at his father discontent, "Father.." He started.

"I will stop, I will stop." Inutaisho interrupted, before laughing and leaving the room. "Oh, son. The ball tomorrow, make sure you are there. Your father didn't use this much effort to let it be a waste." He reminded before leaving the room. The room seemed a bit more duller without the great Lord but Sesshomaru looked to her curiously.

"What did he ask you?" He demanded.

"Nothing, nothing. Just the normal stuff, name and such." She replied, wondering why would he care so much. Perhaps his father embarrasses him, but then again it looked as if Sesshomaru didn't care about those type of things.

"My father.." He started as if he had to explain his self.

"Its okay. It doesn't' matter. So um, you excited about the ball?" She asked, changing the subject.

"No." He answered truthfully. "I do not wish for a wife, but if my father does I will take whatever pleases him."

"Even if you don't love her?" She asked.

"Even if I do not love her." He repeated. She expected him to be solemn, maybe in sad, but the same expression remained on his face.

"What do I do during the ball tomorrow? Do I stay in my room?" She asked.

"Yes. The servants have prepared a room for you, you will not be disturbed." He replied, he had a hint of irritation in his eyes.

"Anything wrong?" She questioned, her fingers lacing together.

"Hobbies. I think I might have a hobby." He started hesitantly. It made her want to laugh, as if they were going back to this topic. She thought he deemed it unnecessary, but it might have been important to him. It kind of made her happy, but she didn't know why neither did she care much.

"Yeah?" She egged him on as if helping him to finish his sentence.

"I..like to talk to you."

There was a dead silence, something that stayed in the air. He said it truthfully though, perhaps he didn't understand the concept of a hobby. Than again a hobby was what you like to do and that was something, but the thing that irked her was that she was in the hobby. It wasn't something that made her angry, just something that was surprising and she found it pleasant. It meant a lot coming from him, but she knew how he was in the future. Before she could answer him, he spoke.

"I apologize. Did I misunderstand the meaning of a hobby?" He asked, slightly weary. He didn't like not understanding, she figured. He liked to know everything, he was used to it. He was used to knowing everything, to being comfortable, but she irked him. She made him think, she made him wonder, she made him question. He liked it. It was as if she listened to him, actually listened to what he was saying. She also asked questions and even though he didn't answer most of them, he liked it. It was a weird feeling and even though he enjoyed it, he pushed it. It was useless she was making him wonder, making him second-guess. It was dangerous to doubt, especially for him, he had to be headstrong.

"No..no. You have it right." She replied reassuringly.

He changed the subject, "I will show you where you will stay."

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It didn't take that long for them to arrive there, it was only a flight of stairs. Well then again, she was slightly tired but she didn't show it. He opened two large ornate doors and inside lay a room of utter beauty. Crimson sheets that draped over the bed, made of pure silk and four lush pillows. Dark chocolate wooden floors and as were the walls as well. A vanity decorated with items, but she didn't want to touch anything. It was so beautiful and she went inside as if her own steps would down size the beauty.

"Human. Walk further into the room. You are in my way." He said. She nodded before entering fully and he waited for her to turn back to him. After seconds did she turn and face him.

"Stay here tomorrow. Do not leave unless ordered. Your bathroom and washroom is in here, food will be delivered in timely manner. Do not speak to anyone, including my father."

She nodded. Usually she would object, but this room was enough for her to not answer. He was surprised, she didn't object. He was prepared for it, but she didn't say a word. Finally he understood she was captivated by the room and he wondered where did she used to live. In what sort of atmosphere, perhaps she was of poverty, he wondered.

He left the room, closing the door softly.

She was left alone and it felt sort of good. She could be with her own thoughts, without Sesshomaru constantly reading her through her aura. She stripped off her clothing, it fell to the floor in a heap of cloth. Stepping away she made her way to the washroom, entering the cool waiting water she drenched herself in the liquid. It felt cool on her skin, it dribbled of in drops and she felt quenched. She hadn't taken a bath during the journey to Sesshomaru's home. It felt really good and it gave her time to herself. She found herself missing Inuyasha's yelling, Shippo's adorable battle stances, Miroku pervertedness, Sango's calming effect. She missed the dearly and though she felt alright in young Sesshomaru's time. No, she didn't feel as if she belonged, but it was different here. More calmer, the days were slower and she wasn't frustrated all the time.

She finished her bath and stood taking a cloth wrapping it around her body, she couldn't just dress back in her dirty clothing. Looking towards the dresser she opened it, a clash of kimono's and yukata's lay in perfect orderly fashion. She wanted something simple, reaching for a simple yellow yukata she put it on and looked towards downstairs. She could leave and wander today, just not tomorrow because of the ball.

No one was in the hallway, well the maids were but not Sesshomaru or his father. Stopping a maid she asked her a question, "Do you know where Lord Sesshomaru?"

The maid nodded, "Lord Sesshomaru is residing or resting in his room. The lord is injured at the moment" She replied.

Why was he hurt? He wasn't injured when he saved her from the bandits, unless he was hiding it. It made sense, he never liked to show emotion, perhaps that was why the tiger demon Lord Crescent attacked, he scented a weakened powerful demon.

Nodding she asked where his room was and she pointed towards it and she made her way toward it.

The ornate doors were large and a maid passed by her and smiled at her. "I advise you not to enter his room, no one does except his father. Even the women who pleasure him do not use this room" She said. Nodding Kagome started to leave before the doors opened and Sesshomaru stood looking at her, his chest was bandaged and it was bleeding furiously through the cloth. He looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed and he grunted, "Do I seem weak?" He asked, but he was not looking for an answer. His steps were hesitant, and she stopped him from walking, her hand on his biceps.

"Lord Sesshomaru, what happened?"

He turned away before grunting again, "None of your concern, ningen. Go to your room."

"Are you going to be okay? Its pretty bad, your still bleeding."

"Demons heal faster then pathetic ningens." He became cold when he was hurt or frustrated, but then again he was always cold, normally that is.

She knew she should leave, it was a toll on his pride that she saw him like this.

He didn't like her seeing him like this, weak and helpless. She had viewed him before as something great when he saved her but then again it would be just cause he saved her. Even though she contradicted him, he felt as if she had some sort of honest respect for him. Not the respect he was always given, because of his status. He did not want to tarnish that respect.

She had to leave, but it made her wonder why he put a front up sometimes? Maybe he was confused, it made her wonder. As if he had to act emotionless in order for her to respect him of some sort.

Bowing to him, she left but before he murmured another sentence.

"I will heal."

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