If there was one thing Sesshoumaru Tashio, once Daiyoukai ruler of the Western Lands, prided himself on, it was patience. He had once used it for hunting prey, following them through both peaceful and treacherous landscapes and he had mastered it when his father stepped down as Ruler of the West and house of the moon and he, Sesshoumaru, still just a teenaged pup at the time, had taken his shoes and run in them.
From dealing with countless pleading peasants and blabbering bumbling fools his father called advisors, Sesshoumaru mastered the quality with ease and allowed it to rule his life. After all, what was a Lord who could not handle his counselors and his people?
Now, he used the hard won patience when dealing with other CEO's and when that trait aided him not at all, he used the ruthless precision his father had instilled in him as a pup and conquered any person, any company, that got in his way. Until now.
He glowered at the brown-eyed miko that stood before him, her hands on her hips as she glared at him and attempted, fruitlessly thus far, to gain her way. "Woman, get out of this Sesshoumaru's way," he ordered. "You are wasting my time."
Kikyo glared at him and, not afraid at all of what he might try on her, refused. "Not until you listen to what I have to say, Sesshoumaru-sama!"
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