Chapter 4
The Kimono
"So…he reacted like a normal man to your scent…"
"Shut up, Bara!" Okamiuta paced within her room. When her servant
motioned for her to sit, the wolf demon did as told yet remained
restless. Her legs twitched and her hands nervously fiddled with
Sesshoumaru's kimono, which she still wore. The calmness of the faerie
brushing her hair made no difference to the uneasiness of the
noblewoman.
"What are you thinking, my lady?" Another stroke of the brush smoothed
out long locks of strawberry hair.
"What if he's like all the others that have chased me, thinking only
with his bottom half instead of his brain? For all he cares, I could
be some kitchen wench who'll throw herself at any man."
"I doubt that. He cared enough to bathe you and dress you. Most
likely, he will think with his…well, you know…but he will also think
with his brain. This one is smart. He's the type that knows what he
wants and will strive to get it at any cost."
"Hmm…"
* * *
Sesshoumaru continued to lounge upon his futon. Idly, he played with
his tail as his mind filled with ideas. He would have his lady and no
one would get in the way this time. Suddenly reminded, his golden eyes
sought out the slack figure of his servant in the corner of his room.
"Jaken. Get up. I wish to have some wine." He smiled as he heard a
rough groan of acceptance come from the corner. Knowing his servant
would comply eventually; he returned his thoughts to the matter at
hand.
"Perhaps if I threaten her servant…" He chewed on a claw.
"That wouldn't work, my lord. She's too protective." Jaken dared to
sit up and grip his head.
Amber eyes watched the servant as a single eyebrow was raised. "Quite
right. Give her riches then?"
"And reduce her status to that of a whore's?" The toad waited for the
room to stop spinning.
Sesshoumaru fumed, but knew his servant was right. She would never
accept that. "Force her then…" The young lord met the calm unbelieving
eyes of his servant. "No…I want to win her, not force her."
Slowly, Jaken rose and made his way to the door. "I will fetch you
your wine, my lord." He carefully bowed and exited.
Sesshoumaru made a grunting sound that signified that he understood.
His mind was lost in thought. "Perhaps if I just happen to come upon
her while she bathes. Then I could…Feh!" He swiped at the air and
turned over onto his other side. "I must think of better ideas than
this."
* * *
The sun was shining through the trees within the garden. The birds
were singing in an effort to proclaim to the world just what a gift
being alive was. A light breeze danced across the landscape only to
take a detour and play with the golden locks of a certain wolf demon.
With a sigh, the demoness adjusted to make leaning against the tree
trunk more comfortable.
Bara was right. If he only cared about her land and getting her
pregnant, he wouldn't have bathed her and clothed her. In fact, she
had to mention her current state before he even responded. That was
certainly odd. Perhaps he wasn't as bad as the others.
* * *
A figure watched her from above. He smiled when he noticed his kimono.
'She's still wearing it. How interesting.' Silently, he dropped from
his perch and landed on the ground near his target. With the stealth
of a cat, he crept behind her making sure he was down wind.
* * *
Okamiuta closed her eyes. She needed to think clearly and the sun's
brightness was bothering her. Lazily, her fingers traced the hem of
her kimono as her mind began to drift into the realm known as nap.
Close by, Sesshoumaru licked his lips. Ever so carefully, he continued
to creep up to the unsuspecting woman. Never before had he reduced
himself to crawling, but this was a different circumstance. He
couldn't wait to see the look on her face when he decided to make his
presence known.
'Why do I feel like someone's behind me?' The thought floated in her
mind like a cloud in the sky. Suddenly, fingers lightly moved her hair
to the side as warm breath quickly inched toward her ear.
Nearly jumping out of her skin, but only managing about a meter,
Okamiuta turned to find the demon heir grinning slyly at her. His hand
was outstretched as if it were about to run through hair that was no
longer there. His eyes watched her with amusement. "So…" He stood and
stepped toward her. "Will you eventually be giving me back my kimono?"
His grin widened when he noticed she was too shocked to move away. He
took hold of the kimono's sash and pulled her closer. "Or do I have to
get it myself?"
With a blink, Okamiuta realized what kind of position she was in. She
shook the affects of the dog demon's charms away and glared. This won
her a low chuckle and a pair of arms around her waist. "I don't want
to mate with you…"
"I don't intend to mate with you…" His lips brushed hers. "…Yet…"
After an agonizing moment, he graced her with a sensual peck and let
her go. He stepped back to watch her face switch from defiant to
confused.
"Then…why are you here?"
"I came to tell you, you can keep it if you want."
"Keep what?"
"The kimono. I don't wear it anymore. It's yours if you want it." With
that, he turned around leaving a bewildered wolf demon behind to
ponder whether he was just toying with her or whether he actually made
the decision just then.
* * *
"So…that's where you've been hiding. You worried me…" A clawed hand
traced the rim of a magical pool of smoke. The fire flared at the
sorcerer's touch. "Is this the man you're attracted to? I had hoped it
wouldn't be true. He's quite handsome…Perfect for a flower like you.
It's a shame you belong to me."
With a wry chuckle, the demon stood. His ponytail fell over his
shoulder in a rusty-brown waterfall. Iridescent green eyes narrowed as
skilled hands cut through the raging fire. It flickered and protested
before finally becoming nothing more than a wisp of smoke.
Looking from his left to his right, he sniffed the air and chose a
path. After years of healing, it was time to try again. His eyes shone
with confidence. This plan was fool proof. He was sure to succeed. He
would have his woman.
Author's Note:
Still doing okay? Any critiques?
The Kimono
"So…he reacted like a normal man to your scent…"
"Shut up, Bara!" Okamiuta paced within her room. When her servant
motioned for her to sit, the wolf demon did as told yet remained
restless. Her legs twitched and her hands nervously fiddled with
Sesshoumaru's kimono, which she still wore. The calmness of the faerie
brushing her hair made no difference to the uneasiness of the
noblewoman.
"What are you thinking, my lady?" Another stroke of the brush smoothed
out long locks of strawberry hair.
"What if he's like all the others that have chased me, thinking only
with his bottom half instead of his brain? For all he cares, I could
be some kitchen wench who'll throw herself at any man."
"I doubt that. He cared enough to bathe you and dress you. Most
likely, he will think with his…well, you know…but he will also think
with his brain. This one is smart. He's the type that knows what he
wants and will strive to get it at any cost."
"Hmm…"
* * *
Sesshoumaru continued to lounge upon his futon. Idly, he played with
his tail as his mind filled with ideas. He would have his lady and no
one would get in the way this time. Suddenly reminded, his golden eyes
sought out the slack figure of his servant in the corner of his room.
"Jaken. Get up. I wish to have some wine." He smiled as he heard a
rough groan of acceptance come from the corner. Knowing his servant
would comply eventually; he returned his thoughts to the matter at
hand.
"Perhaps if I threaten her servant…" He chewed on a claw.
"That wouldn't work, my lord. She's too protective." Jaken dared to
sit up and grip his head.
Amber eyes watched the servant as a single eyebrow was raised. "Quite
right. Give her riches then?"
"And reduce her status to that of a whore's?" The toad waited for the
room to stop spinning.
Sesshoumaru fumed, but knew his servant was right. She would never
accept that. "Force her then…" The young lord met the calm unbelieving
eyes of his servant. "No…I want to win her, not force her."
Slowly, Jaken rose and made his way to the door. "I will fetch you
your wine, my lord." He carefully bowed and exited.
Sesshoumaru made a grunting sound that signified that he understood.
His mind was lost in thought. "Perhaps if I just happen to come upon
her while she bathes. Then I could…Feh!" He swiped at the air and
turned over onto his other side. "I must think of better ideas than
this."
* * *
The sun was shining through the trees within the garden. The birds
were singing in an effort to proclaim to the world just what a gift
being alive was. A light breeze danced across the landscape only to
take a detour and play with the golden locks of a certain wolf demon.
With a sigh, the demoness adjusted to make leaning against the tree
trunk more comfortable.
Bara was right. If he only cared about her land and getting her
pregnant, he wouldn't have bathed her and clothed her. In fact, she
had to mention her current state before he even responded. That was
certainly odd. Perhaps he wasn't as bad as the others.
* * *
A figure watched her from above. He smiled when he noticed his kimono.
'She's still wearing it. How interesting.' Silently, he dropped from
his perch and landed on the ground near his target. With the stealth
of a cat, he crept behind her making sure he was down wind.
* * *
Okamiuta closed her eyes. She needed to think clearly and the sun's
brightness was bothering her. Lazily, her fingers traced the hem of
her kimono as her mind began to drift into the realm known as nap.
Close by, Sesshoumaru licked his lips. Ever so carefully, he continued
to creep up to the unsuspecting woman. Never before had he reduced
himself to crawling, but this was a different circumstance. He
couldn't wait to see the look on her face when he decided to make his
presence known.
'Why do I feel like someone's behind me?' The thought floated in her
mind like a cloud in the sky. Suddenly, fingers lightly moved her hair
to the side as warm breath quickly inched toward her ear.
Nearly jumping out of her skin, but only managing about a meter,
Okamiuta turned to find the demon heir grinning slyly at her. His hand
was outstretched as if it were about to run through hair that was no
longer there. His eyes watched her with amusement. "So…" He stood and
stepped toward her. "Will you eventually be giving me back my kimono?"
His grin widened when he noticed she was too shocked to move away. He
took hold of the kimono's sash and pulled her closer. "Or do I have to
get it myself?"
With a blink, Okamiuta realized what kind of position she was in. She
shook the affects of the dog demon's charms away and glared. This won
her a low chuckle and a pair of arms around her waist. "I don't want
to mate with you…"
"I don't intend to mate with you…" His lips brushed hers. "…Yet…"
After an agonizing moment, he graced her with a sensual peck and let
her go. He stepped back to watch her face switch from defiant to
confused.
"Then…why are you here?"
"I came to tell you, you can keep it if you want."
"Keep what?"
"The kimono. I don't wear it anymore. It's yours if you want it." With
that, he turned around leaving a bewildered wolf demon behind to
ponder whether he was just toying with her or whether he actually made
the decision just then.
* * *
"So…that's where you've been hiding. You worried me…" A clawed hand
traced the rim of a magical pool of smoke. The fire flared at the
sorcerer's touch. "Is this the man you're attracted to? I had hoped it
wouldn't be true. He's quite handsome…Perfect for a flower like you.
It's a shame you belong to me."
With a wry chuckle, the demon stood. His ponytail fell over his
shoulder in a rusty-brown waterfall. Iridescent green eyes narrowed as
skilled hands cut through the raging fire. It flickered and protested
before finally becoming nothing more than a wisp of smoke.
Looking from his left to his right, he sniffed the air and chose a
path. After years of healing, it was time to try again. His eyes shone
with confidence. This plan was fool proof. He was sure to succeed. He
would have his woman.
Author's Note:
Still doing okay? Any critiques?
