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NOW, on with the story...
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Previously . . .
"Toad, who were you talking too?"
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Jaken sighed, recognizing the too-sweet-to-to-be-real voice of the speaker. Was there anyway that she could not be so noisy? No, there wasn't. Turning around, Jaken looked up and blankly stared up at the black-haired, amber-eyed female. Yep, it was her.
"Hello, Kusatta . . ."
Kusatta glared at the small youkai in front of her, obviously maddened that he had slighted her question. "Why have I been called, toad?"
Jaken ignored the anger in her voice and stance. He was too old to deal with such impertinence and to used to that kind of attitude from her to care. Jaken turned and walked away from her, merely stating, "Follow me."
Damn that toad, Kusatta cursed as she followed him wherever the hell it was that he was taking her. If it wasn't for Sesshoumaru and his. . .well. . . everything, she would have left and gone after that Naraku fellow long ago. But she wasn't stupid and she knew all too well what she would be leaving behind if she left Sesshoumaru. All that money, the gems, the territory, the power and above all else Sesshoumaru himself. That male was an exceptional lover, rough and possessive in his claiming, but damn did she love it, crave it. Of course there would not be anyone else in her life that would be as blessed as he was in looks and proportions. Those types of men were so scares, after all. Gloating, Kusatta thought, Until that damned mate of his dies, I'll wait and abide by this lowly youkai's superior attitude, but once I am Sesshoumaru's true mate, he's dead.
Jaken sighed again and unconsciously thought there were to many sighs today. What would Lord Sugimi do? Maybe nothing, maybe something, who knew? But Jaken would not tell him everything that had happened, especially Lady Rin's pregnancy. As is was, Jaken dreaded the possibility of Lord Sesshoumaru having already found out Lady Rin's. If he had, that would explain the reason behind his decision to abort his assault. But how could Jaken find out without giving himself away? And if he told Lord Inu no Taisho about it, he was sure Lord Sesshoumaru would find out sooner then necessary, if he didn't already know.
"Toad, where is Sesshoumaru?"
"Lord Sesshoumaru is in his study." Jaken answered, annoyed that the female dared to use Lord Sesshoumaru's name without an honorific. Lady Rin was the only one in this household with the right to address her mate as such. It didn't matter that Kusatta was intimate with him on a regular basis.
Looking up through narrowed eyes, Jaken saw the huge double doors up ahead. Was it just him or was every entrance here huge? No, it was not just him. Almost every entrance in Sesshoumaru's palace was gigantic, especially the doors that led to rooms of importance like the main hall, the study, the kitchen, the dinning room, the ballroom, and the Master's and Mistress' bedrooms. There were too many big doors.
Finding himself in front of the doors that he had just criticized, Jaken lifted up his hand and began knocking in a slow and patient way. Long years as Lord Sesshoumaru's personal servant and assistant had taught him just how to knock so his Master didn't get vexed over it because of his sensitive ears.
"Kusatta, come in." Sesshoumaru's monotonous voice was heard through the door.
Kusatta grinned. Guessing by the frostier tone of voice, Sesshoumaru was not a happy youkai at the moment and that could translate to some hot, rough sex probably taking place very soon. Still grinning, she walked toward the door, opened it and proceeded to walk in, slamming the door on Jaken's face.
"Hello, darling, what's wrong?" Kusatta asked in a silky voice that Sesshoumaru found not at all distracting at the moment, but unwilling to admit to himself that it was because Kusatta's voice was to unrealistically sweet compared to Rin's naturally soft voice.
Kusatta smiled when Sesshoumaru said nothing and walked toward the stoic youkai in front of her, sitting in a leather chair behind his red wood desk. "Are you sure?" She asked as she slid herself onto Sesshoumaru's desk to sit in front of him. Then leaning forward so she could wind her arms around his neck.
Sesshoumaru glared at her, and silently willed her to take her arms away from him. "Father was here."
"I know, that's why you sent me away, remember?" Kusatta murmured, a faked sadness in her voice. Her raven locks hiding her amber eyes. She looked the picture of dejection.
"He ordered that I must beget a child with Lady Rin," Sesshoumaru stated, inwardly appalled that he had used his unwanted mate's name.
"What?" Kusatta shrieked.
For some reason Sesshoumaru found himself unable to further confide in the female in front of him about Rin's condition. Had he done so, he would have cleared up Kusatta's assumptions, instead deciding to move on to the other matter that had caused him to lose control earlier that day, "He also made sure that not only must the filth and I breed together, but he made her responsible of the title's hand down when the infant is born."
Kusatta didn't shriek, didn't move, just stared in horror and disbelief at him. No, no, no, no, NO! Kusatta screeched inside her head once she was able to think again, already imagining Sesshoumaru thrusting her away because he no longer wanted her. But that was just ridiculous, right?
Sesshoumaru watched her closely for a few seconds before standing up and walking toward the window where his father had stood earlier, unknowingly proving him right in his lack of attention to the grounds below. He could care less about Kusatta's preference, if she stayed or left, it mattered not to him. If he must he would look for another when he felt the need to fuck again. Now, though, his thoughts centered on his unwillingness to tell the female about his bitch breeding already... wait, his what? Inwardly growling, Sesshoumaru cursed the way he was reacting to Rin's pregnancy. Why was it that just the thought of her breeding caused his primal, instinctual self to react so possessively? What caused this reaction? Because it wasn't just him, every I nu-oni male felt this way when their mates were breeding, whether they liked the mate or not did not matter.
Then there was his black out earlier when he'd been choking the human. What had caused that?
For the past thirty minutes or so, his rage had mysteriously disappeared and had left him clear of mind, able to think without any distractions. Sesshoumaru wondered about it and had as of yet not come up with anything. Though, thinking back, he realized that the black out had occurred around the time he had scented his pup in Rin's womb.
Had it something to do with the pup? No, it could not be that. No matter what the pup was, it was to soon, for such things to happen. As far as he knew, a baby's interference between his parents did not occur until much later, around the last two or three months of breeding. So what had caused it? Rin, with her gift of breeding pure youkai, may-hap also had some other capabilities?
Sesshoumaru glared outside, still not noticing anything except that darkness had already arrived. He would wait; see if that filth he was mated to told him of her state. He would not say anything now, not even to Kusatta, though it wasn't like he ever told her much, anyway. She was good for only one thing and that was all. But that left the last part. How was he to convince the human to willingly give him the title? He could not force her or threaten her as he had first thought. It would be evident in her scent when she told his father of her decision. So how?
"Sesshoumaru?" Kusatta called, her mind a jumble of incoherent thoughts.
"What?"
"What did you mean? You cannot have the title until-"
"Until she and I have an heir." Sesshoumaru supplied after Kusatta failed to continue.
"Then . . ." Kusatta couldn't believe this.
"Then she will decide if I deserve the title or not." Sesshoumaru grounded out, turning toward the daffy female who was acting stupider then usual. Why had he even called her to him?
Kusatta, unaware of Sesshoumaru's growing impatience, asked, "How will that happen? After all, even I can honestly say that you've been anything but kind to her. If she is to decide, won't she have to do it willingly?"
When Sesshoumaru didn't say anything, she continued, "Then, you never stand a chance, darling. Forcing her is out of the question because her scent would give her away in front of your father."
Sesshoumaru sent her one of his frostiest looks. He already knew that, so what was she up to? "Explain yourself."
Kusatta grinned, hiding the fear Sesshoumaru caused behind it. "If she has to do it willingly and you don't stand a chance now . . . well . . . Darling, how did you get her to willingly become your mate in the first place?"
Sesshoumaru's face went blank, the lights above no help at all in revealing exactly when he realized what she meant, just to make sure he did understand, she volunteered, "Fake your feelings again, Sesshoumaru. Seduce her and make her trust you again. Though, I don't know how your going to do that since you would first wish her dead, but you did it once, I'm sure you can do it again. You'll have to travel most of the time, I'm sure, just so you don't give yourself away. Then there's fucking her . . . I can't help you there."
"Leave."
Kusatta almost got whiplash when she turned to look at him completely, "Excuse me?"
Sesshoumaru stared at the woman in front of him and rephrased his earlier comment, "Leave or you shall be escorted out."
Kusatta smile and stood, but did not walk toward the door, instead she went to where Sesshoumaru was at and hugged him. Looking up at his expressionless face, Kusatta purred, "Your tense, angry . . . Let me take them away. I think we both need it right now, don't you think?"
Sesshoumaru said nothing, his body already reacting to her, but his mind completely aloft from it. In that moment, Sesshoumaru came to the conclusion that, though his body was still aroused by hers, Kusatta had already exceeded her worth in his mind and no longer appealed to him thoroughly. It was time to get rid of her and look for another; it wouldn't harm to keep her available, though.
Mistaking his silence as his agreement for her to proceed, Kusatta moved her hands to his haori so she could start pealing it off. She never understood why his family used the ancient clothing style at home, but she defiantly saw the way it made them all look eternal and unreachable, and that was a very potent attraction she could not disregard. Standing on her tiptoes, Kusatta stretched and kissed Sesshoumaru on his firm lips. Pressed as she was to him, her hands between them, she felt his arousal pressed into her lower belly and moaned, even though he was still not fully aroused, he was already large. Seconds later, Kusatta found herself opening her eyes because the youkai she had just been kissing had not really responded. His bodily reaction didn't count since she couldn't really force herself onto him.
"Sesshoumaru?"
"Kusatta, did you not understand what I just said?" Sesshoumaru asked, his voice soft and, unbeknownst to him, sexy.
Flush red with embarrassment, Kusatta backed away and asked, "Why?"
"I will call you some other time."
Kusatta flushed even redder and, muttering, "alright," turned and quickly got out of there. If she wanted to stay as his lover and later his mate, she knew she must not go against him, yet be able to bring his passion to life. And that she could do. What sucked was that she would have to go to that rented apartment and actually live in it until he called her back.
"Well, if it isn't Lady Kusatta," Osamu wondered out loud as he and Shizuka, the Captain of the Guard came upon her, coming from a hallway to Kusatta's left.
"What do you want?" Kusatta spat out, Jaken she had to respect somewhat because of his status so high up in the chain, but these mere guards, she did not.
"Nothing from you, we are just doing are job, you know? Wait, you don't know. Someone as idle as you could not possibly know what work is, let alone what the word 'job' means." Osamu stated sarcastically as he lifted his head somewhat to stare down at her like he had seen her do many times.
Kusatta trembled with rage and would have screamed his head off if the other person's movements hadn't caught her eyes.
Osamu, noticing Kusatta's gaze, turned and watched as his captain walked away without saying a word. That was just like Shizuka, walking away from someone she did not wish to talk to. Actually, if there was someone that she didn't like she would simply leave, refusing to talk to or hear that person. If someone she disliked needed to talk to her, that person would need a go-between to get whatever he or she needed to say across to her. And forget trying to get her to do something she didn't want to do. If she didn't like something, everyone would have a hell of a time to get her to do it and then she still didn't do it half the time.
Questioning glares turned to Osamu, as Kusatta silently ordered him to explain to her why Shizuka had pivoted and left without a word.
Smirking, Osamu took a step to his right and began walking after Shizuka, saying out loud, "Like hell I'm going to tell you, stupid. Or wasn't it obvious?"
Kusatta grinded her teeth together, forcing herself to stay where she was. Stupid? That little son of a- Kusatta took a deep breath and vowed to have that asshole and the rude female killed as soon as she became mistress here. With an unlady-like huff, Kusatta stomped away, heading in the direction she had been heading just a few minutes ago.
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Back in the study, Sesshoumaru had resumed his seat behind his desk and was in deep concentration. What Kusatta had said was probably true. Apparently she wasn't as stupid as he had thought. It was probably the only way he could obtain the title. But . . . could he do it?
Yes, he could.
So why did he doubt himself?
Leaning back onto the leather chair, Sesshoumaru began planning. He would fake it again and obtain what he wanted. Nothing was ever out of his reach, nothing impossible to him. He would do anything to get what he wanted, anything.
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Ja'ne
Yoru no Chandra