As Rin held a certain opinion of Sesshomaru, his mother loathed being the reason that she should be moved from that view. She recommended sending the girl to tea in another room, so she could talk to her son in private.
Sesshomaru slid open the door which led to his mother's personal chambers, then shut it.
Inside, Inukimi sat amongst her glare and glitter, her fine tables and trinkets.
She invited him to sit.
"I'll stand," he said.
"Then I won't keep you long," Inukimi said. A long quiet passed, then with a sigh, she revealed her reason for luring him to her castle. "There is no weakness in you. None in your mother, your terrible father—down even to our remotest ancestor. But none either in the Lord whose brother you killed."
"As you've said, I am without any lacks."
"Yes, but you jump ahead of your own greatness," she said, "by centuries."
In her voice was a maternal tenderness concealed only by a stern innuendo that only his ears could ever detect.
For the first time in his long life his mother feared for him, and it was as insulting as it was alarming.
Well, this certainly was fun. I love writing Inukimi. Also Rin learning the lesson that no matter how much she wishes to, it's a lot harder to wander around with Sesshomaru with winter around the corner.
