Author's Note: Woooooow, honestly did not expect to get this many followers by the third chapter. I half expected this to flop in general. Thank you all! Also, this chapter is a smidge longer than the rest, but I do intend to keep most short.
Chapter 4: Odd.
Calculated eyes observed the others across the fire. All watched him with varying emotions as he sipped his tea, content with assessing them before broaching the topic of his arrival.
With the monk, an air of ease was put on to mask the gleam of intrigue and curiosity in his eyes, whereas the taijiya remained polite but tense, her eyes questioning and hand fingering the handle of her boomerang. A warrior at heart, and a human he had to begrudgingly give a notion of respect for her dedication to her craft. The kit did not even seem interested, instead opting to play with Rin, thoroughly distracted at the option of a playmate his age. The half-breed had the most expected reaction: building annoyance and irritation, only contained by threat from the miko, who stared at him as if he were a difficult puzzle.
The miko puzzled him the most. He never could understand her: everything about her contradicted what a miko was supposed to be. Indecent clothing paired with almost oblivious innocence, all wrapped up with a fiery temper that he did not know if should annoy or impress him. But the strangest part? How easily the miko could befriend and care for demons, those of which she should despise as others of her kind did.
She was…odd.
Taking another sip of tea, he made his decision. "This Sesshomaru proposes an alliance between our packs."
And now, all of his brother's group shared a similar look: one of utter shock and surprise at his request. All except the miko, who only looked more puzzled than before. "What's a pack?"
…maybe mentally deficient is more apt a term than just 'odd'.
