Chapter 10 - Tarman's Anger
Tarman was fuming. In fact he was beyond fuming. He was dam near breaking point. He was so close to getting out his sword and killing anyone he happened across.
The reason for his anger?
Rin Satinso.
Or as he now was, GENERAL Rin Satinso.
The little boy had only been a captain since spring and in the winter the same year he's a bloody general!
He was next in line.
He had served as a Colonel for over six years.
He should have been given the promotion.
Not the little freak.
So what if he was good with a sword?
So what he was able to beat him and even Sesshomaru in a match?
So what if he was the best lookout, rider, tracker, archer, unarmed and armed fighter, trainer and commander the army had seen in over thirty years?
SO WHAT?
He was next in line and he should have been made general.
When General Des's body was brought back from the front, he'd actually felt excited. He had a chance.
A chance to finally prove himself equal to Sesshomaru.
A chance to show what he was made of.
A chance to no longer be in his shadow.
A chance to make his move.
And the little freak had been promoted over him.
How Sesshomaru managed it, he had no idea but the little freak was now a general with Tarman under him.
It made his blood boil.
The idea of ranking was in place to stop this very thing from happening!
To stop favouritism.
To stop people like Rin Satinso from climbing the ranks without the need for it.
Of course… there were rumours.
Rumours about Rin.
And Sesshomaru.
The story of how he got that scar on his face was begging to spread and twist.
Some even said it was from a lovers tiff!
And then there was the story of how the captain had spent the night in his tent during the Pox epidemic.
Tarman had been infected and noticed that Rin came to the infirmary quite often, entering quickly and silently then running off.
What could have the freak be doing?
The answer was beyond him and he had been too weak to ask questions at the time.
He dismissed the rumours.
He didn't want to believe that his Sesshomaru could ever go for something as pathetic as Rin Satinso.
Or at least he hoped.
One day, not long before the promotion, when delivering a report, he'd overheard shouting from inside the General's tent.
Rin and Sesshomaru were arguing over the treatment of the men at the front.
Tarman had listened from outside for a while. Rin was trying to make him see that the men weren't doing well because they were in terrible conditions and needed more help.
The demon was growling that he didn't have the resources to improve their conditions.
The argument continued for about five minutes, growing more and more heated until, abruptly, it stopped.
Daring himself, Tarman had pulled the curtain away at the side and looked inside.
What he saw shocked him to the core of his being.
The demon, the honourable and feared lord Sesshomaru was stood by his desk while the human Rin had been forced back so far he was forced to sit on the wood.
The General's arms were about the Captain's back, pinning arms down to the side.
His eyes were closed and his mouth constantly moving over the other man's.
It was disgusting.
He should be the one on the other end.
Not that boy!
Just as he was about to step forward and confront them, Rin had got one arm free, pushed him away and punched him in the face.
And he knew how strong Rin's punch was after so many months of practice.
No wonder Sesshomaru took a step back.
The captain wiped his mouth on the back of his hand then stormed out.
Tarman narrowly avoiding being detected by the steaming captain but he had to smile.
Maybe he still had a chance.
He just had to wait for the right time.
