A/N:Next! Here we go! The new character's identity is revealed!
Summary: The subtlest signs make all the difference. Five hundred years is a long time, so whatever shall we fill them with? With lessons on demon politics and family traditions, how to find your way when you are lost, and most importantly, what to do when you find yourself being wooed by a demonic lord. At least, you think you are right about that last part. That is, you hope.
Prompt: Art (r0o's surprise DDN)
Words: 300
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Title: A Matter of Possession
The demon lord kept a firm hold of his control as he trekked his halls, following the troublesome miko's scent. Yes, the girl may be educated and different, but apparently lacking in manners and genteel. Perhaps he should add lessons for court ladies to her schedule. In any case, the miko would be getting a stern lesson on how to treat one's better, as soon as he found where her scent led.
Suddenly, Sesshomaru paused. Her trail had taken an abrupt turn into one of the rooms. He nearly groaned as he realized whose.
Entering without announcement, the inuyoukai glared. "Harushiro."
"Ah, Sesshomaru. I just had the most interesting visitor." The door that led outside the building was wide open. Oddly enough, the white tiger demon was inspecting a pile of dirt by it.
"Hn. Where is she?" He had no tolerance for Harushiro's lackadaisical manner at the moment, not that he ever did. The cat took nothing seriously, frequently driving Sesshomaru to the brink of his normally unshakeable patience.
"She was a beauty, indeed. Had a nice spark. A true work of art. Can I keep her?"
Sesshomaru snarled. "No. She is to be the miko of my court."
Harushiro raised his eyebrows. "You are taking in a priestess?"
"She is the Shikon miko, and she will be one of the advisors of the West. The North may not have her."
The other demon lord grinned. "Are you so sure? For all you know she could have taken a liking to me."
The dog demon narrowed his eyes even further, shooting across the room to follow Kagome's scent outside, nearly knocking the tiger over in the process. Calmly he let his whip crack across the dirt, flicking some of it to add to the tiger's pile. "She is mine."
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