The hospital ward was always a disgusting place for the Demon God to go, and he had only ever gone when necessity absolutely called for it. The sharp stinging scents of detergent, medical liquids, anaesthetic, bleach and above all the stench of the injured and dying repulsed and disgusted him. Juxtaposed so immediately against the divine sensual scents of his wife, he wished to leave immediately back to her side.
He found where he had needed to go, without needing to consult medical staff, as most wished to leave the glowing being alone anyhow.
Kohaku was in a dead coma with an oxygen mask to his face, the damage from the flying chair quite evident by the long in dent along his cheek and the side of his head, the blood cleaned off and the wound sutured. The bruising was expansive and his eye seemed like a fluid filled pillow.
Sesshomaru held out his hand in a sweeping motion over the businessman's prone form.
Kohaku seemed to gag and shot upright in his bed, the oxygen mask flying off, momentarily revived from whatever power Sesshomaru had used.
Kohaku's gaze finally focused from their delirium and he wished to return back to the blackness that had embraced him when he beheld the fearsome form of the Demon before him.
'Oh my God...' Kohaku spluttered, going paler than he already was, a hand to his throbbing head.
'Yes, well now I am' Sesshomaru purred. 'And you thought you could meddle with my Goddess?'
Kohaku's eyes darted all round the room rather like a rat, looking for escape.
'I was not the only one' Kohaku spoke with half laughing nervousness. 'Others conceded that Rin was not safe with you.'
'She was safer with a human male who's first desire was to control her through amateur mind manipulation? Interesting'
At those cool words Sesshomaru had merely glanced at the stash of Kohaku's clothes and belongings neatly folded on a shelf and the items melted in a sizzling puff, including the tape Kohaku had kept for divorce evidence.
Kohaku glared at Sesshomaru in fearful anger.
'H-how dare you - !'
Sesshomaru seemed to almost pounce on him, his long slender fingers round his neck, his eyes metallic slits.
Despite the utter terror that engulfed him, Kohaku spat in a constrained wheezing voice;
'You cannot lay claim on one you have not lain with!'
Sesshomaru sneered at him, snarling at a low vibration;
'Your belief is mistaken, and so is your reprehensible audacity; - you escape lightly with this'
The Demon's eyes burned a searing hole in Kohaku's forehead, and the Spirit vanished, leaving the man to scream in agony as his brain began shrivelling upon itself and hospital staff swarmed his room.
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Suzuki bowed in reverence as the more than usually intimidating figure of Sesshomaru materialised in the meeting room. Damn demons, able to appear whenever they wished without warning.
There was a bone chilling, heart stopping aura about the Great Spirit, as all the people of the office floor were gathered in the room for their daily review, now utterly halted at the White Demon's appearance.
Sesshomaru's dangerously glittering eyes surveyed his employees, seeing the memory of his cursed form in their faces - he could no longer sense any respect, but pure fear. This angered him even more.
'Pardon the interruption, Suzuki' the Demon purred at his manager. 'But I have a rather pressing matter to address worthy of interrupting your no doubt worthy meeting' all faces were either glued to his in horror, interest, or furtiveness.
'I know some of you were all too quick to agree with that snake, Kohaku - on the hypothesis that I was not fit to remain with my wife. Being an astute businessman, I know the foolishness of allowing any kind of disrespecting dissension to exist in my employ'
He scanned the room as he spoke, and knew immediately the ones who were guilty, even from the slightest flicker of change in their expressions or mannerisms.
'If any of you wish to tell me you are among that number, your punishment will at least not include pain, merely expulsion'
Immediately, about ten hands raised with shaking apprehension.
Sesshomaru saw three who were guilty had not raised their hands.
'Leave' he flicked his wrist with a dismissive motion at the confessing staff.
There was a collective sigh as the ten employees silently left, and the remaining people believed the ordeal was over. Not so.
'Three of you not only disrespected me, but are even now lying. What gains you to hide your truth?'
After a few heavy seconds, a lady stood shakily on her feet, not able to look the Demon in the eye.
'Sir - I was one also, but I cannot lose my job - ! Please, my family relies on me for income!'
Sesshomaru looked at the lady through cold slit eyes like a motionless cat.
'I am astonished one so protective of her family, would wish to see me torn from mine?'
The lady gulped, realising the jeapordy of her position and that she must tread carefully with such an ambivalent all powerful creature before her.
'Lord Sesshomaru - I deeply apologise for my rash remarks. I was not thinking straight, and reacting to my pure fear at having seen you - in the other form - '
The Demon seemed to purr in his throat.
'I see to quell fear, I must stoop to explain myself.' His gaze swept his staff as he slowly paced round the room.
'My mother cursed me on a time long before any of you even kicked in your own mother's wombs. What you saw those few nights ago was the effects of that curse. I am now not just a Demon, but a God. No curse affects me now. If you all fear for my wife's safety, I can assure you - would one who gave her life twice over wish to then take it on some whim? You three - ' he pointed to the lady and the other two quiet ones ' - you are dismissed. That is all.'
The lady went sheet white, and bowed before the Demon.
'My Lord, please spare me - what do I do to regain my position?'
Sesshomaru's golden eyes glinted down at her as she grovelled before him.
'Out of my sight!' He hissed, and she then left promptly.
'Suzuki' Sesshomaru's tone returned to its normal deep cadence as he addressed his manager. 'Ensure the lady and the initial ten have good references - marked under 'dismissal due to position cuts'. She was only a weak character whose real opinion came forth under the pressure of fear. She is not fit for this company regardless and the others were at least -honest.'
The man nodded, and in Sesshomaru's judgement and sparing of his employees, respect kindled high in the remaining team.
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Rin had slowly stepped in to her husband's room, feeling the thick carpet under her feet as she went slowly to his closet to put on one of his shirts, smelling the faint remainder of his scent on it as she shuddered under the material, as though he surrounded her. Her body ached every where with almost excruciating pain at all the muscular contortion she had undergone in the past 24 or so hours.
As she kneaded the back of her neck, she gazed with loving wonder at all the detail of his room that she had not heretofore dared to explore.
The massive luxurious bed, the intricately ebony carved frame that dominated the room. There was no light in the room for the natural light that poured from the balcony provided enough illumination. It was almost as overwhelming being in his room as it was feeling his gaze on her. She wondered where he had gone off to so precipitately, and as she did so suddenly remembered her mother!
Rin left his room, gently closing the door and rushed as much as she could with her strained muscles - to her own room far down the other end of the cavernous hall.
Her heart hammered wondering what now was to happen between her and the Demon who was her now passionate lover - in this previously sterile mansion so reminiscent of all the heart broken tension she had suffered with her husband.
Finding a skirt and blouse, she glanced in the mirror to straighten herself up. Rin's brown eyes widened as she saw the white streak for the first time, placed on the left side of her head next to her bangs near the front. Her fingers reached up and touched it softly - was this Sesshomaru's own hair grown from her own head? It appeared to be; the precise moonlit shade of silvery white she had stared at all her life on her beloved demon. She noticed a faint glow also seemed to surround her, and Rin's body tingled all over with the sight of her physical form manifesting her belonging to the Demon God Sesshomaru. She had to shake herself at the change, pinch herself, to realise she stood in the world of reality.
Rin breathlessly went in search of her mother, thoughts flicking through her mind in rushed procession of all Sesshomaru's words and actions, his voice and his body inside her - she wondered how she would tell her mother of her sudden connection and reuniting with her husband - when parent and daughter had only been acquainted for a mere few hours.
Rin went down the three flights of stairs, not finding her mother in her assigned room, and so continued to the floor level living room.
She heard laughter, distinguishing Jaken's and her parent's voices and she went towards them, a knot of anxiety in her stomach.
She stood in the doorway and it was Jaken who saw her first.
'Rin?' He shreiked 'Lord Sesshomaru will KILL you when he sees how you've butchered your hair!' Jaken found himself attacked by Pepper, who was yet bigger again.
Mrs. Urihara turned and gasped, knowing at once the reason for her daughters change in appearance. It was not so much the white streak as the look of inner glowing joy that shone from her eyes, brimming with a life that was not of the physical world.
'Oh my dear' sighed Rin's mother 'I am so glad' and the lady went to her, wrapping her in a motherly hug as Rin dissolved in to tears of happiness and relief.
