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A Demon Lord's Love (chapter five)
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"Go pack my things for the meeting." he ordered her. She gave a quick nod and shot off, hurrying to get away from Karrei. "What were you two talking about?" he asked Karrei.
"She had the scent of a male on her when she woke up, I was asking her who it was." Karrei said hesitantly. He gave a small nod and dismissed her. He turned and started towards his chambers, letting a small smirk come onto his face. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------
Sen carried a large bag over to Sesshomaru's bed. She promptly started to fill it with what she had packed. Some clothes, light and heavy incase it got hot or cold, some finely made ones, some casual, and some for sleeping. She also packed plenty of soaps, a hairbrush, some fluffy towels, and anything else he needed. She walked into his closet to see if there was anything else to pack. She found a rather beautiful kimono, embroidered in gold and silver. It was white, with beads and embroidery in it, making a beautiful scene of sakura petals. She carefully pulled it out, carrying it to his bed. She laid it on the bed, carefully folding it so it wouldn't wrinkle. She was just about to place it in when a clawed hand stopped her.
"Not this one." he said gently. She stared up at Sesshomaru, before nodding quickly. She quickly placed it back in his closet, then she spotted something that made her gasp softly. He had her weaving hung up, where only he would see it. He walked over to see what she was doing, looking surprised when he saw her stroking the weaving gently. " I haven't been able to thank you for your gift," he said, standing behind her. He stared at the weaving, stroking the small figure of Rin.
"You don't need to, Milord. I made it of my own free will." she said simply. He turned to her suddenly, a cold look in his eyes.
"When someone gives you a gift, you are expected to give them something in response." he said, furious. She didn't back down, she kept her gaze locked on his.
"I'm but a mere servant," she said, anger welling up in her. Normally she didn't have much of a temper, but on some things, she couldn't help but let it go.
"Servant or lord, it doesn't matter." he said, glaring down at her. "You are supposed to repay that person, no matter what."
"That's not how I was raised." she hissed, her eyes narrowing. He faltered, but she continued. "It does matter, servants are not equal to their masters, if a servant gave a gift to their master, they are not to be given anything, because of their status. It is entirely up to the master whether he gives something in return, although the servant should not expect it. They shouldn't even accept the gift, since it is worth more than themselves." she closed her eyes, tears threatening to fall. "Excuse me," she turned to run but he caught her, whirling her around to face him. Her eyes locked with his again, slightly large because of her surprise.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. His eyes closed, as he breathed in her feminine scent. She smelled like the rain, with a hint of jasmine. She closed her eyes, also breathing in his masculine scent. It was heavy, smelling of the earth and the soaps he used which faintly covered his male scent. His hands gripped the back of her tunic, pressing her to his chest as he moved his head to her shoulder. Her hands were pressed to his chest, her fingers clenching his kimono's material. Sen let out a small sigh, her body slowly relaxing against his hard body. Her sigh tickled his ear and neck, brushing his hair against his shoulder. He let out a small sigh, tickling her own ear.
"Sen," he said softly, pulling back to look at her.
"Yes?" she asked, confused. He looked away, almost as if he was embarrassed. "What do you want to ask me?" she asked gently. He sighed softly, turning to her.
"Please sing for me." he asked softly. Her eyes widened slightly and her breath caught.
"What?" her mind was blank, until..."How do you know I can sing?"
"I heard you singing, for your friend. Please sing to me." he said softly, not looking at her. She gave him a small smile.
"Only on one condition." she said, startling him. He looked at her questioningly. "We get out of your closet." he smirked, pulling her out and into his room. They went to his bed, where she sat down. He sat down beside her, then laid his head in her lap.
"Please sing for me?" he said, nuzzling her leg.
"Okay," she whispered, thinking of a song. " 'This is the place where I sit, This is the part where, I love you too much, Is this as hard as it gets?, 'Cause I'm getting tired, Of pretending I'm tough, I'm here if you want me, I'm yours, you can hold me, I'm empty and taken and, Tumbling and breakin, 'Cause you don't see me, And you don't need me, And you don't love me, The way I wish you would, The way I know you could.
" I dream of worlds, Where you'd understand, And I dream a, Million sleepless nights, I dream of fire when, You're touching my hand, But it twists into smoke, When I turn on the light, I'm speechless and faded, It's too complicated, Is this how the book ends, Nothing but good friends? 'Cause you don't see me, And you don't need me, And you don't love me, The way I wish you would." she stroked his hair, watching him close his eyes lazily.
" This is the place in my heart, This is the place where, I'm falling apart, Isn't this just where we met?, And is this the last chance, That I'll ever get? I wish I was lonely, Instead of just only, Crystal and see- through, And not enough to you.'Cause you don't see me, And you don't need me, And you don't love me, The way I wish you would, 'Cause you don't see me, And you don't need me, And you don't love me, The way I wish you would, The way I know you could.' " she finished.
"You have a beautiful voice." he complimented. "Sing the one you sang to your friend, I liked it." he said sleepily.
" 'Many nights we prayed, with no proof anyone could hear. In our hearts a hopeful song, we barely understood. Now we are not afraid, although we know there's much to fear. We were moving mountains long before we knew we could.
"There can be miracles, when you believe. Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles, you can achieve, When you believe, somehow you will. You will when you believe." she stroked his hair.
"In this time of fear, when prayer so often proves in vain. Hope seems like the summer birds, too swiftly flown away. Yet now I'm standing here, my heart so full I can't explain. Seeking faith and speaking words, I'd never thought I'd say.
"There can be miracles, when you believe (When you believe). Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles, you can achieve (You can achieve). When you believe, somehow you will. You will when you believe.
"They don't always happen when you ask. And it's easy to give in to your fear. But when you're blinded by your pain. Can't see your way safe through the rain. A small but still resilient voice.
Says help is very near.
"There can be miracles (miracles). When you believe (When you believe). Though hope is frail. It's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles. You can achieve (You can achieve). When you believe. Somehow you will. You will when you believe. You will when you believe. You will when you believe. Just believe, just believe. You will when you believe.' " she sang, watching him.
He was completely relaxed in her lap, and his breathing was deep. He had fallen asleep. She gave a small smile, honored to see him when he was peaceful. She carefully got up, placing a pillow under his head. She pulled the bag off his bed, setting it on the floor. She took one more look at him, then left to go finish packing her things.
**Note!** In some chapters I'll be using some japanese words and phrases, they'll be at the bottom with their english translations for you, ^-^ If I made a mistake, then please feel free to tell me.
A Demon Lord's Love (chapter five)
Last Time:
"Go pack my things for the meeting." he ordered her. She gave a quick nod and shot off, hurrying to get away from Karrei. "What were you two talking about?" he asked Karrei.
"She had the scent of a male on her when she woke up, I was asking her who it was." Karrei said hesitantly. He gave a small nod and dismissed her. He turned and started towards his chambers, letting a small smirk come onto his face. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------
Sen carried a large bag over to Sesshomaru's bed. She promptly started to fill it with what she had packed. Some clothes, light and heavy incase it got hot or cold, some finely made ones, some casual, and some for sleeping. She also packed plenty of soaps, a hairbrush, some fluffy towels, and anything else he needed. She walked into his closet to see if there was anything else to pack. She found a rather beautiful kimono, embroidered in gold and silver. It was white, with beads and embroidery in it, making a beautiful scene of sakura petals. She carefully pulled it out, carrying it to his bed. She laid it on the bed, carefully folding it so it wouldn't wrinkle. She was just about to place it in when a clawed hand stopped her.
"Not this one." he said gently. She stared up at Sesshomaru, before nodding quickly. She quickly placed it back in his closet, then she spotted something that made her gasp softly. He had her weaving hung up, where only he would see it. He walked over to see what she was doing, looking surprised when he saw her stroking the weaving gently. " I haven't been able to thank you for your gift," he said, standing behind her. He stared at the weaving, stroking the small figure of Rin.
"You don't need to, Milord. I made it of my own free will." she said simply. He turned to her suddenly, a cold look in his eyes.
"When someone gives you a gift, you are expected to give them something in response." he said, furious. She didn't back down, she kept her gaze locked on his.
"I'm but a mere servant," she said, anger welling up in her. Normally she didn't have much of a temper, but on some things, she couldn't help but let it go.
"Servant or lord, it doesn't matter." he said, glaring down at her. "You are supposed to repay that person, no matter what."
"That's not how I was raised." she hissed, her eyes narrowing. He faltered, but she continued. "It does matter, servants are not equal to their masters, if a servant gave a gift to their master, they are not to be given anything, because of their status. It is entirely up to the master whether he gives something in return, although the servant should not expect it. They shouldn't even accept the gift, since it is worth more than themselves." she closed her eyes, tears threatening to fall. "Excuse me," she turned to run but he caught her, whirling her around to face him. Her eyes locked with his again, slightly large because of her surprise.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. His eyes closed, as he breathed in her feminine scent. She smelled like the rain, with a hint of jasmine. She closed her eyes, also breathing in his masculine scent. It was heavy, smelling of the earth and the soaps he used which faintly covered his male scent. His hands gripped the back of her tunic, pressing her to his chest as he moved his head to her shoulder. Her hands were pressed to his chest, her fingers clenching his kimono's material. Sen let out a small sigh, her body slowly relaxing against his hard body. Her sigh tickled his ear and neck, brushing his hair against his shoulder. He let out a small sigh, tickling her own ear.
"Sen," he said softly, pulling back to look at her.
"Yes?" she asked, confused. He looked away, almost as if he was embarrassed. "What do you want to ask me?" she asked gently. He sighed softly, turning to her.
"Please sing for me." he asked softly. Her eyes widened slightly and her breath caught.
"What?" her mind was blank, until..."How do you know I can sing?"
"I heard you singing, for your friend. Please sing to me." he said softly, not looking at her. She gave him a small smile.
"Only on one condition." she said, startling him. He looked at her questioningly. "We get out of your closet." he smirked, pulling her out and into his room. They went to his bed, where she sat down. He sat down beside her, then laid his head in her lap.
"Please sing for me?" he said, nuzzling her leg.
"Okay," she whispered, thinking of a song. " 'This is the place where I sit, This is the part where, I love you too much, Is this as hard as it gets?, 'Cause I'm getting tired, Of pretending I'm tough, I'm here if you want me, I'm yours, you can hold me, I'm empty and taken and, Tumbling and breakin, 'Cause you don't see me, And you don't need me, And you don't love me, The way I wish you would, The way I know you could.
" I dream of worlds, Where you'd understand, And I dream a, Million sleepless nights, I dream of fire when, You're touching my hand, But it twists into smoke, When I turn on the light, I'm speechless and faded, It's too complicated, Is this how the book ends, Nothing but good friends? 'Cause you don't see me, And you don't need me, And you don't love me, The way I wish you would." she stroked his hair, watching him close his eyes lazily.
" This is the place in my heart, This is the place where, I'm falling apart, Isn't this just where we met?, And is this the last chance, That I'll ever get? I wish I was lonely, Instead of just only, Crystal and see- through, And not enough to you.'Cause you don't see me, And you don't need me, And you don't love me, The way I wish you would, 'Cause you don't see me, And you don't need me, And you don't love me, The way I wish you would, The way I know you could.' " she finished.
"You have a beautiful voice." he complimented. "Sing the one you sang to your friend, I liked it." he said sleepily.
" 'Many nights we prayed, with no proof anyone could hear. In our hearts a hopeful song, we barely understood. Now we are not afraid, although we know there's much to fear. We were moving mountains long before we knew we could.
"There can be miracles, when you believe. Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles, you can achieve, When you believe, somehow you will. You will when you believe." she stroked his hair.
"In this time of fear, when prayer so often proves in vain. Hope seems like the summer birds, too swiftly flown away. Yet now I'm standing here, my heart so full I can't explain. Seeking faith and speaking words, I'd never thought I'd say.
"There can be miracles, when you believe (When you believe). Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles, you can achieve (You can achieve). When you believe, somehow you will. You will when you believe.
"They don't always happen when you ask. And it's easy to give in to your fear. But when you're blinded by your pain. Can't see your way safe through the rain. A small but still resilient voice.
Says help is very near.
"There can be miracles (miracles). When you believe (When you believe). Though hope is frail. It's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles. You can achieve (You can achieve). When you believe. Somehow you will. You will when you believe. You will when you believe. You will when you believe. Just believe, just believe. You will when you believe.' " she sang, watching him.
He was completely relaxed in her lap, and his breathing was deep. He had fallen asleep. She gave a small smile, honored to see him when he was peaceful. She carefully got up, placing a pillow under his head. She pulled the bag off his bed, setting it on the floor. She took one more look at him, then left to go finish packing her things.