The Rebellion of the Western Assassin

by kenilyn

Pain he could deal with. Anger he could deal with. But what happens when the "Ice Prince", the "Killing Perfection", the Great Lord Sesshomaru takes on a very talented, very human assassin to be his attendant and the caretaker of his young ward? Now he has to deal with emotions he believed to be far below him; confusion, betrayal, jealousy and, the least expected of them all, love.

6. Chapter IV

"Lord Sesshomaru, this is ridiculous!" The Lord of the Eastern Lands roared. I did my best to mirror my Lord's iciness. I didn't react to his outburst after my Lord's declaration that he was keeping me in his service.

My Lord simply stared at the demon. "Lord Sesshomaru, she is an assassin! Not only an assassin, but a Priestess and a Demon Slayer! What if the humans decide that they're sick of demons and start to follow her by tracking us down one by one? None of us want bloodbaths in our lands; Sesshomaru, you have to get rid of her."The demon growled.

I whipped out my throwing knives and slapped them on the table, staring at him without emotion—I had learned from my Lord that staring without emotion is even scarier than glaring. "I suggest you silence yourself, one does not simply tell my Lord what to do, especially not in his own house." I said. He got the threat.

If he ordered my Lord around again, he would be my next victim. I continued playing with my knives throughout the meeting, silently keeping the Eastern Lord in line. I looked at my Lord out of the corner of my eyes, seeing a slight smirk on his lips.

"Priestess." I looked up towards the Lord of the Northern Lands, who had spoken to me. "I have a name." I said blandly. He smiled. He seemed to get a kick out of my attitude, unlike my Lord. "Elizabeth." He said. I smirked. "Yes, Lord Matsumoto?" I replied.

"Where is Jakotsu?" He asked. I stiffened and remained silent. I slid my gaze over to Sesshomaru. He was looking at his claws, an annoyed look in his eyes. We had finished our conversation from earlier just before the meeting started. Although he was no longer my Lord, I was still fond of Jakotsu. He always treated me well and with love and respect—which was weird, considering he was one of the Band of Seven.

I had told Sesshomaru that I refused to answer these questions and he answered me with an angered silence. He still hadn't talked to me since. I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked into the eyes of Matsumoto.

"I am not sure where he is now, but I can assure you, if you find Inuyasha, you will find Jakotsu. And I know for a fact that Inuyasha is headed towards the Northern Lands." I said. I could feel Sesshomaru's approval and it somehow made me feel lighter, happier.

"Inuyasha? Lord Sesshomaru, is that not your hanyou brother?" The Eastern Lord asked slyly, trying to get a rise from my Lord. Nonchalantly, I picked up a knife between my fore and middle fingers before flicking it at the Eastern Lord with enough force to stick into his shoulder, but not cause any real damage. He looked at me, incredulous.

"Strike one."