He scanned the letter, gold eyes narrowed, yōki rising and whispering through the room darkly. On the other side of his desk, Jaken stood, nervously twisting his hands together as his Lord's reaction slowly became more and more unreadable.
Sesshoumaru dropped the letter back on his desk and turned away from Jaken to move to the large floor to ceiling windows behind his desk. He had thought, when he'd ordered Jaken to write the girl and inform her of what he would do if she did not leave his city, that she would leave. He had thought she would have some kind of common sense. Just to test her, already Sesshoumaru had put through the motion to have the brother expelled from the school.
That she would write him had been a possibility; that she would ignore his threat had not.
Jaken leaned forward, not daring to touch the desk but curious enough to peek at the letter, wondering what the girl had written to enrage his Lord so thoroughly. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to screech in indignation but Sesshoumaru-sama cut him off. "Get me everything you can on the Sunset Shrine; previous owners, history, visitors, layouts. Everything," he said quietly, not bothering to turn around, his words filled with a quiet strength and anger and patience, the kind of temper, the kind of persistence, that won wars.
The little man hurried out of the office, his muddy green eyes narrowed as the Miko's words replayed in his mind.
In the center of the paper in feminine script, it read, "You dropped the ball boy! Try again!"
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