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A/N: Review pls, cos I need to know whether I'm wsting my time with dis fic...also,I like to know if any one feels the characters are OOC. Thanx..
"Careful, child. It is foolish to form a bond with the one you must destroy."
Her father knew her well enough to sense her interest.
"I will do as told; there is no need to concern yourself with petty details."
His grip on her hand tightened, and she almost winced in pain.
"Do not be foolish. I will say no more."He could sense her eyes on him, although he took care not to meet her gaze. He felt the immense anger - almost hateful - against her well up unbidden in him, and he sought to control it. He felt foolish - arranged marriages were something he had never been associated with, due to the lack of a court now that his father was sealed away. Of course, when his father had been supreme lord, there were demonic nobles and subjects of his father who formed a court, and therefore all the traditional events of a royal court - including secret liasons and arranged marriages - took place. But that had been when he was very young, and to be subject to such a tradition now emabarrassed him.
"At least, Kou, she is beautiful," Doku commented wryly under his breath from beside Kougaiji.
At the comment, he forced himself to look at his future bride for the first time.
And he thought, beautiful... and dead.She supposed he was handsome.
Long red hair, flashing eyes, a toned, lean body. Perhaps his expression was too stern for her liking, but his solemn demeanour attracted her.
A faint memory of a tall dark-haired boy with a gentle smile floated unbidden into her mind. She pushed it away impatiently.
Now was not the time for reminiscising.
She had a task to finish, and glancing at the hostile faces of the prince's subordinates, she knew just what she needed to do. There was no hope of slipping herself into the prince's inner circle by befriending his companions. Perhaps the princess Lirin, if she offered her plenty of food and subtly manipulated the not-so-naive girl-woman, but Sumire was never the one who could stand the childish antics of children. So to place herself so that her target was within reaching distance, she'll have to draw the attention of the target himself. The prey to the the predator, rather than the predator to the prey.
And the easiest way for her to do so was what she had done so many times before. She knew Ayame would not have approved, but Ayame was dead.
Seduce him, but let him think he is the one who seduces.
Her father was smiling.There was something about her that sent a shock of chills down his body - in a definite non-passionate manner.
Her dark eyes were cold and dead, and something about her vacant expression told him that she was not quite herself.
Beautiful, yes.
Porcelain white skin, fine features, tall and slender yet pleasantly curvy, with an air of grace and nobility.
But so unalive.
No fire in her eyes, no vitality in her aura... he dreaded to approach her.
Yet when she looked up to meet his eyes, he thought he saw something stir inside those dark depths. He wondered what she was thinking, what she felt of this whole farce.
It was fortunate he did not know.
Only evil understands evil, and evil was something that was not present in Kougaiji's nature.
Perhaps that was what would save him later.Review pls!