The only sound was the whirring from the appliances in the kitchen, the brothers looking at each other before glaring at him.
Sesshoumaru didn't look away, not trusting any of them. "I take it you did not receive any of my letters," he asked. The scrawl in her notebook had been neat and organized—the note he'd received was rushed and full of corrected spelling mistakes.
The woman frowned, ire only growing. "I haven't talked to you since that first time a few weeks ago."
"I thought you said you took care of it," the older brother said, turning to Manten.
"I did!" the stout youkai fumed, face breaking out into red splotches. "I told him the same thing as the others—"
So, he hadn't been the only one to complain. No wonder the building manager hadn't known what he was talking about. It still didn't explain why he'd been given the wrong name, especially when he'd specified which apartment had been the issue. According to the woman, Kikyou lived down the hall—had any of the parties come from her own residence?
"What others? What did you do?" Reiki crackled around her fingers.
"Nothing," Kikyou cut in. "He just—"
"He has been threatening anyone who complains about their activities with violence."
"What?"