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Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long for me to update- I was struggling to fit in time where I could write without worrying about studying for finals . But the good thing is I'm done with school! Anyways, this chapter's a bit longer than the last and I hope it'll clear a few things up. Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I own neither Inuyasha nor Sesshomaru.
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THIRD TIME'S A CHARM
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CHAPTER TWO: CONNECTION
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Morning sunlight poured in through the bedroom window illuminating a messy yet comfortable bedroom. Several books were crammed into a cluttered bookshelf and clothes seemed to be pouring from drawers in every direction. The closet was closed yet it bulged from the many shoes and dresses accumulated over the years. It sat like a time bomb just waiting to go off. On the bed positioned next to the wall beside the window, was a huge heap of laundry that had been carelessly neglected. It spread out across the pink bed sheets. The room was obviously feminine. The walls were light shades of yellow making the room glow in the morning. Besides the colors, the owner also had a relatively strong preference for stuffed animals given by the fact that they were practically everywhere. The bed happened to be the brightest place in the room though. If one looked close enough, they might notice a big yet dainty foot sticking out of that the enormous pile of clothes. Near the head of the bed, three pillows sat piled on a young girl's head. They were held fast by two lanky arms. A few long strands of hair peeked out from different places under the pillows.
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The pile of clothes and pillows stirred as the hidden girl attempted to roll over to her side. The pillows slowly fell from the bed, revealing a lovely face that blinked huge brown eyes. However, they quickly shut as heavy daylight poured into them. Her long dark eyelashes matched perfectly with her rich mahogany tresses.
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Lifting her head from the down pillows proved difficult. Weekday mornings always made her feel exhausted. Especially, when she had to go to school. But today was different. Not because it was a Friday; that was a blessing unto itself, but because today was the last day of school before spring break.
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Yes, Rin thought. Today is definitely worth getting up for.
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She pushed back the heavy bedding and swung her legs over to the side. With one last effort, she lifted herself to her feet. The sudden movement caused her to feel dizzy and lightheaded as the blood rushed to her head. Her first step was a disaster. The countless items scattered across the carpet floor didn't help as she sailed head first for the narrow full-length mirror hanging from the wall.
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CRASH
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The noise echoed throughout the house along with a scream.
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The noise that sounded from Rin's mouth was unintelligible, but it resembled a word that seemed very inappropriate for a lady of her age. "May Buddha help us all," she muttered as if it would compensate for her foul language.
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At least she didn't break the mirror. It was slightly dented from her forehead though. Today certainly wasn't going as perfectly as yesterday. Yesterday, nothing jumped out and tripped her. Yesterday, Rin gawked in disbelief as she stared at the time; alarm clocks weren't possessed by the devil and actually worked when she set them the night before. Yesterday, she thought as she rushed to undress herself in front of the evil mirror; I was the center of attention. Yesterday was indeed a very good day. Yesterday was my birthday.
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She paused as she stared at the mirror in front of her. She was seventeen now and she still hadn't filled out. Not only did she lack the fullness of a woman's body, but she was extremely tall and gangly. Almost like a boy. Despite the recent growth spurt the guys in her class had gone through, she still only saw the top of their heads. Her step-mother had told her it was because she ate her vegetables and drank her milk. So? Everybody did that, right? It's like saying dogs grow because they eat dog food. Rin was somehow positive that her diet hadn't contributed that much to her height. Perhaps her parents were responsible then. She had never seen them, so they could have been giants for all she knew.
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Something else caught her eye though. She brushed her hand over her left shoulder right above the collarbone. She felt the small notch in her skin. The mark was still there. It had faded over the years, but the scar was still visible. She never remembered exactly where it came from, but she was certain it wasn't a birthmark. It might have been from that place. No. Rin shook her head. She wouldn't believe that crap anymore. It wasn't real, none of it.
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I guess I'm not your average teenager. She smiled sadly. Who is your average teenager anyways? Everybody has some type of queerness in their life. She sighed. She wasn't convincing herself. I still feel isolated…and alone.
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It wasn't exactly her fault. After all, how many people did she know had been told that they were born in the year 1687 when they were little? Yes, she had once believed she was born in the Sengoku Jidai era of Japan. It was all Kagome's and Grandpa's fault. Especially with Grandpa and his wacky tales. Considering this, Rin was more like five hundred and seventeen years old. It was the well located right next to the shrine house that was responsible for the countless problems and changes Rin had to go through.
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If she remembered correctly, Kagome had once told her the well connected the modern era to the warring states era. Only Rin, Kagome and the rest of their family knew about this though. It didn't matter. It's not like anybody would have believed them if they ever talked about it. When Rin attended her first day of elementary school she told all of her classmates about the wars and the different people that existed on the other side of that strange well next to where she lived. Like every little kid who believed the boogey man resided under their beds at night, they believed her. And she felt special. That was until middle school came around. She was laughed at by everyone in the sixth grade. Back then she was known as crazy old Rin. Or when Pocahontas was finally released in Japan, she was known as Grandmother Willow. There was some truth to their repartee. She would have been extremely old. It made her feel bad nonetheless.
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Nowadays, she just told people she was born in 1987. It worked and she was never ridiculed again. If she lied to people they would accept her as a normal person. It felt good to be accepted. Eventually, she began to believe her own lies. She questioned if everything she had been told was real since she had no proof. No matter how many spells or incantations she shouted at the well, it never opened for her. Even Kagome told her it was just a fairytale that she liked to recite for Rin when she was little. Her family also seemed uncomfortable talking about the dried up well. Like it was something that should never be mentioned. Like it wasn't meant for her to take it seriously. But Rin had been so sure. She definitely didn't remember anyone particular from the past, but she did have faint memories of peasants and demons and wolves. The last thought made her shudder. But her most vivid memory was of an old woman dressed in a white and red gown who showed her kindness beyond measure. Was this woman real though? She had dreams about this place countless times, but could she actually say she remembered being there? No, it was impossible to say. The whole thing seemed ridiculous and unimaginable. In time, Rin let it go. If Kagome, who was her idol, stopped believing and thinking about it, then she would too.
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"May Buddha have mercy on me," she cried as she realized she had been staring at her strange marking for too long. Quickly throwing on her school uniform which consisted of a white blouse with a huge ugly red bow on it, a dark blue skirt, and some incredibly high socks, Rin rushed to the door pushing aside the balloons from yesterday that hung limply over the doorframe.
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She managed to hop down the hallway, shoving her feet into her dressy black shoes ignoring the fact that her hair was a mess. Normally she would have straightened it since it was so freaking thick and wavy, but she didn't have that kind of time today. She wasn't like some girls who fried their hair every morning trying to get their hair to achieve the state of ultimate perfection and straightness; however she at least tried to look presentable. It's not like she was a jock or a geek who thought the word "make-up" or "hair" was some type of foreign language, that didn't apply to them (in fact she was kind of a geek), it's just that she enjoyed hanging out with people who didn't obsess over if they're face had one tiny zit or they're hair had a slight crease in it. It was nice talking to people who cared more about what was going on in world affairs than about how either someone was talking behind their back or a friend was cheating with their boyfriend. Rin couldn't deny it, but she loved history. This is exactly what got her into the geek circle in the first place. It was certainly easier to move down on the social ladder than it was to move up. Just mention the words, "I enjoy going to school to learn," just once and without a sarcastic tone, and immediately you're an outcast. No, of course she wasn't the perfect little angel that did her work and was polite and kind to everyone around her, it's just she just liked going to school to meet new people, and experience different things. It was kind of hard to explain. All she knew was that she didn't like being by herself. School was definitely a place where you weren't by yourself. She liked being in crowds where she wouldn't stand out or wouldn't be recognized. She was a people person. And people persons need to be with other people…
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I hate math and science class though. She was somehow hoping this might justify her fondness for history class. I don't care what other people think of me. I am who I am. I won't let anyone define my life for me.
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Alright, at this point it didn't matter if she ran to school as fast as her legs could carry her. She was officially late. And she was nowhere near ready.
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Crap I forgot my contacts. She dashed into the bathroom and grabbed her toothbrush, thinking it better to wash up first than to put her 'eyeballs' in as she liked to called it. She ignored the toothpaste since she couldn't find that either and just brushed with some water. Everywhere Rin went; she left a huge trail of utter chaos. This type of mess and disaster applied to her bathroom as well. Let's just say it looked like her pigsty room. It's not that Rin wanted to wait until she brushed her teeth or washed her face before putting her contacts in, it's just that she couldn't find her container.
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There it is. She lifted the towel revealing the object of inquiry.
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Quickly yet carefully, Rin removed the small yet soft material from their tiny case. She'd grown quite accustomed to wearing them although they pained and annoyed her at first. She could see fine when she was younger, but recently her vision started blurring. It started when she first reached puberty and her enormous growth spurt kicked in. Back then, her vision was perfect. Everything was clear. But then it was like everything started getting too clear. Her problem was similar to when a scientist turns the focusing knob of a microscope too much. This was strange because most people's vision got worse- not overly better. It didn't matter- these days if you could focus in on the moons of distant stars with a telescope then you could certainly correct the abnormal vision of a girl's eyes. She slid them in, waiting for that itchy feeling to pass, before continuing her long and tiring journey to get ready for school.
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Halfway down the hallway, she stopped before rushing back to her room. How could I forget my practice clothes? I must really be losing it if I can forget about next week. Today is our final practice before we go to nationals during spring break! It wasn't normal for a girl to join the fencing club. It was a man's sport, but Rin thoroughly enjoyed it. It's true. There was no other way of putting it. Rin was simply awful at fencing. The only reason why she did it was because it was a good way to keep her in shape and it would look good on a college application. She needed to stand out among her classmates somehow. Maybe all of the posing and techniques you had to learn demanded rigorous training and long hours of practice, but it was worth every minute if it would help her out in life. Other than that, it was extremely boring. She grabbed her huge sports bag and shoved her white skin tight outfit, her glove, the plastron, and mask of wire netting into it. She glanced around for her epee. Where was it? It was probably somewhere lost in the enormous pigsty of her room. Like everything else she lost, she probably wouldn't see the fencing stick again for another year or two, or whenever she got around to cleaning the mess. It was alright if she didn't bring it to practice today. She could just borrow one from the club. Of course she would eventually have to find it before leaving for their road trip, but there would be time for that later.
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Again she rushed down the hallway, this time ready for the day. She was hungry for some eggs and bacon and pancakes and…she came to another sudden halt. Kagome's bedroom door was on her right. It was closed. This could only mean one thing: Kagome was finally home!
She was presently attending the Aichi Medical University trying to receive her MD. Although it would take another two years before she could actually begin her practice, at least she was earning some experience and education. Kagome was freaking smart. She may have slacked off a bit in high school, but she made up in college. It didn't surprise Rin at all when Kagome's close friend who also attended the same university as her asked her out. He was working to become a very prominent doctor himself. Hojo, who apparently went way back with Kagome (all the way to their freshmen year in high school), was madly in love with her. Kagome naturally accepted his offer since she had never dated anyone in her life before. She always seemed rather shy around guys like she was protecting herself from something. Rin didn't understand. But it didn't matter. Kagome would never have to worry about looking for a soul mate ever again.
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Hojo proposed to her a couple of months later. As of now, they would be married this summer right after school ended. Rin was ecstatic. She was so happy that Kagome was marrying one of the nicest, not to mention wealthiest guy in Japan. Sure the guy was a little picky and needy, but everyone had certain flaws. Kagome's life seemed to all at once become less stressful. Hojo would give her all of the love and attention that she deserved.
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Rin placed her hand on the doorknob and pressed her ear to the door. She could hear a faint breathing coming from inside verifying her step-sister's presence. Forgetting all about being late to school, Rin gradually turned the handle and slipped inside.
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The room was dark and quiet. The blinds were tightly shut and the room felt drafty. Kagome lay curled up on a small bed beneath the covers. She was like a wrapped up cocoon.
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Rin smiled as she approached the bed. She hadn't seen her in at least three months, yet here she was sleeping a couple of feet away; just like old times. Rin missed the days when Kagome would tuck her in at night and wait for her to fall asleep. Kagome's family adopted her when she was a small child and she always felt like she belonged. Even if her step-mom loved her like any mother would love their own child, Rin couldn't help but feel that Kagome was also her mother. They shared their deepest secrets together and comforted each other when the other was feeling blue. They had a close bond that Rin was sure nothing could ever break. Kagome must have returned home late last night while everyone else was asleep. She was either trying to see Rin on her birthday, or extremely desperate to begin her spring break home with her family. Kagome was also given a break from school although hers started earlier and was much shorter.
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Kagome continued to breathe deeply beneath the covers. Rin at first felt content just to stare at the lump of bed sheets, but after growing tired of seeing just the top of her head, she moved to pull back the comforter so she could get a better look at the sleeping girl's face. That bold move provided a much better view. She looked so peaceful laying there on her side facing the wall. Kagome was a peaceful person. She never complained. She never asked for anything. She was so compassionate and giving; so different from Rin. Rin couldn't help it, but she was a very down-to-earth sort of girl. If there was something wrong with a person she was going to tell them. Even if what she had to say wasn't always nice, it was the truth. So, it's not that she trying to be mean, she was just brutally honest. This is why she had such close friends. They could rely on her opinion.
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Kagome's arms were tucked safely across her chest almost like they were trying to hide something. Well, nothing hides from Rin. She gently rolled Kagome onto her back so that she was facing the ceiling fan. What do you got there, a teddy bear? Rin's eyes widened a bit. Instead of staring at a stuffed animal that Rin was so used to sleeping with, she found herself looking directly at a worn-out blade.
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"What in the world," she whispered softly? "What would possess her to fall asleep with this in her arms? That's… rather dangerous." She darted her eyes back and forth from the corroded sword to sleeping girl trying to put the pieces together. Finally it clicked.
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"Oh, I see," she grinned. "Well, this isn't exactly something you'd get someone for a birthday present, especially something as old as this but… I guess it'll do." She gently slid the weapon by the handle from under Kagome's arms until it was out of reach. She ran her fingers over the hard leather grip. It had a comfortable yet stern texture. After feeling the handle for a bit, she held it securely between both hands and swept it gracefully through the air like she was dueling an invisible opponent. Once finished with her small exercise, she held it upright to examine it closer.
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She felt a profound pulse the minute she touched the blade.
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"AAHHHH!!!!" Once again, Rin's high pitched shriek filled the house. It probably rang throughout the neighborhood. The sword went flying far across the room and Kagome sat straight up.
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She was shaking and alert. Rin didn't realize how frightening it was to have someone scream right in your ear when you were enjoying a comfortable dream. Kagome's eyes darted around the room before they rested on Rin.
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"What the heck's wrong?" She automatically lifted her hand to rub her sleepy eyes. "Did someone break into our house or did you just feel like waking me up?"
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Rin was still startled by the whole commotion, but she managed to give her a sheepish grin. "I…er… just… wanted to see you again… really bad. That's all." She faked a laugh.
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This time Kagome smiled. "Well next time you want to see me, wait until I'm awake before screaming out of joy in my ear.…"
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Rin sighed. "I guess I got a little too excited?"
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"Just a little," she repeated in a playful tone. Kagome pulled back the rest of the comforter. "Come here," she said patting the empty space beside her. "I haven't seen my favorite little sister in forever."
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Rin stepped closer to the bed. She obediently sat down and gave Kagome the biggest hug she was capable of. "I'm your only little sister. And yes, I could have waited until you were awake, but then I would have had to wait until this afternoon."
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The older girl patted her back before releasing their embrace. "So you're still in school?"
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"Only today. Then I'm off like you."
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Kagome nodded; thoughtful in what she just said. They fell into a comfortable silence. There was no need for dry conversation. Words didn't really describe what the other was thinking or feeling. Here it was okay for them to be themselves.
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Rin being her voluble self however was the first to break it when she reminded herself of the weapon responsible for the commotion. "Um…do you normally sleep with it?"
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"Hmm," the elder sister responded with a blank stare?
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"You know; what you sleep with."
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It took a while, but Kagome finally understood what she was talking about. "Oh," she said with raised eyebrows and a mischievous smile. "Sooooo, do we need to have another 'talk' about the birds and the bees?" She leaned in close to Rin before whispering, "Come on, do you think Hojo's that licentious?"
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"No!" She drew back giggling. "You know what I'm talking about. That short blade that I found you sleeping with! It's a good thing I pulled it away before you cut yourself… or worse. Sheesh, I can't believe someone like you who hates swords--which I still haven't figured out why-- would allow yourself to be so careless and fall asleep with it." She let out another laugh before glancing at Kagome who was still staring at her.
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This time Rin stood up when Kagome continued to gaze at her intently with a puzzling expression.
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"You…you don't know what I'm talking about, do you?" she questioned. Umm… wait, let me find it. I'll show you." She walked around staring at the floor. "That's funny, I just had it."
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Kagome shook her head while she continued to search. "Rin, this doesn't surprise me one bit. I can't hide anything from you- not even a birthday present."
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"What?" She was just about to look under the bed when Kagome spoke.
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"I got you a katana for your birthday yesterday, but apparently you've already seen it."
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"A… katana?"
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"Yes." She laughed inwardly. "Now you're going to pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about? It was in my suitcase."
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"Your suitcase?" What was she talking about?
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If you're just going to act like you didn't even peek at it, then fine. You've always been so sneaky. "Never mind. Fine, maybe you didn't see it. I'll just have to show you myself."
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She moved to the door beckoning Rin to follow her.
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"I got home really late last night, and I didn't feel like carrying my luggage all the way up here. So I left it by the front door. Wow, sorry if I feel a bit sluggish today. Gaahh! The car ride was awful! I got a huge headache and I couldn't pull over because Hojo was like,... "
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They left the room. A very confused Rin allowed Kagome to go on and on about her trip while she just walked behind her.
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If my present is in downstairs, then why was she hiding that useless weapon in her bed? Did… did I feel something… she paused in her reflection to take one last look of her sister's eerie bedroom. …or was it just my imagination?
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Disgusting. It was simply disgusting.
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He didn't even have to look up into the gathering black clouds to tell that it was going to rain. That foul mildewy smell that always managed to appear right before a heavy rainfall plagued his nose and almost made him feel sick. Almost.
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But the Great Lord of the Western Lands never got sick. It was simply impossible. He was immune to everything and anyone for that matter.
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He felt a something wet dash against his forehead. It meandered its way through the dark blue crescent moon above his eyebrows until it trickled down his nose.
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He stood up from his comfortable seat on the balcony rail and closed his eyes letting the wind play with his silvery hair and brush up against his pale face. The wind felt particularly strong today. It continued to blow and trace each crimson line on his face. It almost seemed to whisper saying, Jump! Don't be afraid! I'll catch you! He wasn't afraid. And he certainly wasn't imagining things. The wind really was talking to him.
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He glanced down at the forest and let his eyes skim over the trees that looked like weeds from where he was standing. She was somewhere nearby… he could sense her. And he didn't need his keen nose to feel her irritating and uninviting presence. She was like a roach that couldn't be squashed. A nuisance that couldn't be put out of its own misery. A whore that couldn't be f. He was normally above such degrading profanity, but she was starting to get on his nerves. When he failed to spot her, he stepped down from his ledge that was just a small part of his vast and fortified castle.
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This is exactly what she wants, he turned around with the swish of his light blue robes and headed back inside. My attention. He sustained a low growl that had been working its way up his throat. How low and disgraceful.
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Whatever Naraku's wind minion was planning, it would not work on this demon. He always knew that she was somewhat attracted to him, but it never got to the point where she was stalking him. This was getting out of control. And if there was one thing that The Lord of the Western Lands hated, it was being out of control.
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He couldn't seem to find a single peaceful place in the entire castle. Why were all these female demons after him all of the sudden? Did he ever compliment or encourage them in any way that would make them desire both his time and affection? He recalled no such invitation. He strolled across his master bedroom draped in elegance and wonder that was fit for a king. A slight curve formed on his mouth. He was royalty. He was wealthy. And he was indeed powerful. No one could challenge his position and authority without receiving their death wish. If the insolent bitches couldn't control themselves….
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He could hear the shuffling of feet and the raspy breathing that the pitiful creature produced before it even set a foot inside his room of solace. He cast his eyes downward at his weak servant with slimy green flesh and bug-like eyes as it crawled towards him on his knees.
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"Oh, Great and Most Honorable Lord Sesshomaru:"
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This thing was kissing his boots with his unworthy lips.
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"Whose name may be dreaded throughout the lands and across the sky!"
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He wasn't in the mood for this toad's idle praise and empty words.
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"Whose name makes the strongest mountains tremble and the fiercest seas cry out in fear!"
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This was going to get ugly if he didn't shut that pointed beak up soon.
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"Whose name will be marked as the most powerful and absolute youkai that ever existed!
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No way in hell should anyone have to endure this.
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Whose name that may be associated with the creation of the world and..."
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Jaken didn't get another word in before felt the enormous pressure of his Great Lord's foot squeeze the life out of him as he attempted to leave the room.
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"Waaa….iiitttt LOrd SeSShomaRu," the toad grunted as his lord walked calmly down the hallway leading to the grand winding stairwell. Why did he always insist on making of fool out him? He had been nothing, but respectful and dutiful to his Lord Sesshomaru almost since the dawn of time. "Please your highness!" He jumped up from the hard tile surface and went galloping after his solitary master.
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"Lord Sesshomaru," he spoke once he fell into step behind his all powerful protector. They had reached the stairwell that twisted around the enormous grand hall that was probably as tall as it was wide. His last words echoed throughout the entire area as his master placed his right hand on the silver ornamented handrail to guide himself down.
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"What is it Jaken?" He finally turned his head to gaze at the dejected creature with cold golden eyes.
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"Oh, m..m..y.. my Lord," he said regaining that ridiculous stutter that always came out when he was nervous. "I.. I was just here to inform you that the demon hunter's village hasn't been paying their taxes in the last couple of months and they refuse to acknowledge you as their ruler!"
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A chilling silence passed through the room as the demon continued to stare at the toad with a very bored expression. "Is that all?"
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Nothing. He shows absolutely nothing through those beautiful stone cold eyes of his! Lord Sesshomaru truly is magnificent- always calm in distressful situations!
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"Ohhhh, yes my lord except for the usual threats from your most bitter enemies who quote: 'Tell your master to find an heir soon or to securely hold onto his head because it won't be around much longer!' Or, another common one: "I'm going to slice that dog into pieces and feed him to my pussycats!' Really, Lord Sesshomaru, you must consider switching your yearly extermination of vassals who aren't loyal to you- to a monthly schedule. It seems like every low mongrel you appoint ends up hating you and calling for your death!"
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Again, the greater being allowed another look of indifference to play across his exotic features.
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My Lord, not everyone acknowledges you as their superior…
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"Hmph," he scoffed quietly as if reading the toad's thoughts. "Let them come after me. We'll see who decapitates who." He continued down the stairs with a smug expression. The idea of someone chasing him around; trying to cut his head off was rather exciting. After all, he enjoyed every little skirmish he was in- whether it was with a demon or a human.
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"Oh, and my lord?"
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"What is it?"
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The toad could tell that his master was losing his patience. "I just wanted to say, um, about the celebration of your 100th anniversary of the ruling over your kingdom," The frog's hands were now fidgeting and wreathing with the fire-breathing staff as Lord Sesshomaru slowly turned around to face the creature whose days were numbered. "Well, I, err, I was just wondering if it would be alright to hold a contest or a tournament as you might call it for the young ladies at…."
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All the unsuspecting demon could do was stand there as poisonous claws whipped out and firmly grasped his windpipe. The toad lay there swinging in midair by a throat locked between deadly fingers.
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A snarl issued from the powerful demon's mouth. "I told you before Jaken, and this will be last time," he whispered menacingly. "I have no interest in entertaining, pursuing or getting engaged to any of those conniving, animalistic whores of the court." With that, he tossed Jaken off the ledge of the stairwell and watched him plummet to the ground.
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"But… but.. my lord…," Jaken moaned after recovering from the fatal drop. It was impossible to kill Jaken. "I have already sent out the invitations to all of the strongest demonesses in the land." He sighed knowing that another wave of pain was waiting to befall him. "They will be arriving in several days…."
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A wave of silence passed between them.
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"I… I.. believe it is my duty, as head advisor over all of Lord Sesshomaru's property, to make sure that his possessions are well taken care of if anything should ever happen to his highness."
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Jaken fell into a more personal conversation with his master. "Perhaps it would be wise your highness, if you were too produce an heir. Just someone that would take your place so those greedy nobles don't claim and ruin everything that you have worked so hard to achieve. You can't trust any of them. Not even the ones close to you. Those who appear to be your friend are sometimes the most dangerous of all your enemies."
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He sighed as his master continued to remain silent. "I do not mean to mettle My Lord, but not even the greatest demons on the planet are not certain of when their time here will come to an end. I should think it would be wise to plan ahead."
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The Great Lord remained standing at the top of the flight of stairs. His face was a solemn façade that hid the true emotions circulating inside of him. He was beyond mad that was certain, but what else was he feeling? Hatred, annoyance,… but could it be dismay? Was he that afraid of sharing his life with someone of a different gender and perhaps different specie? No, nothing frightened him. He was just flustered. He shouldn't be stressed over something of such minor importance. He could always send the winner of the tournament away. Or better yet he could kill them… A smile resumed its place in the corner of his mouth as he began to determine his next destination.
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"Do not go against my orders again," he quietly murmured as he finally reached ground level. "Do you understand Jaken?" He approached the toad in long fluid strides. "…or must I instruct you some more?" Jaken felt so small and insignificant next to his lord--which he was. Sesshomaru was tall and lean and not just when he stood beside Jaken. He made even the strongest human cower beneath him or run away in fright. But Lord Sesshomaru didn't waste his time torturing petty humans. He much preferred to use them for financial means. He had figured out a way to make humans more useful and productive without having to kill them. They were his servants; his property. And he would never allow any opposition from them. After all, they should be grateful for his magnanimity. They had the wonderful ability to choose whether they could accept his offer to live or to simply die.
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"Ready my armor Jaken. I believe it is time I pay a small visit to this little rebellious village of demon hunters. I'm sure they're anxiously awaiting my arrival."
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Yeah, this chapter was a little slow, but it'll pick up soon…….
Just send me the reviews! All the positive and negative critiques!
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