Hi there, I'm back. Now here is the chappie. All my hopes are directed on pleasing my readers, so I also hope that the bit of action of this chapter doesn't suck.
Please bear with my horrible grammar, I'm working on its improvement.
After half an hour Seizonshu could hear her sleeping. Since she had a sleeping drug prepared for her and put it into Dianne's night drunk, her maid will sleep through the night like a stone. Seizonshu smiled lowly.
Chapter Three
Then she stepped onto the little balcony that laid next to her room. In contrast to last night one could clearly see the celestial lights and the milky way. Here the smog was not as opaque as in Tokyou. But it also reflected the night's sky of ancient Japan where nothing but clouds hid the stars from their observers.
Seizonshu took a deep breath. The smell of smoke was faintly detected in the air but otherwise she only found it as fresh as it would be in the mountains. Looking around she finished her inspection of the area for possible witnesses. A small smile graced her lips as she took off in a white bur.
She was clad in the clothes she had brought with her in her bag that somehow came through the time tunnel too, that she somehow was allowed to bring with her here – for which the duke didn't give a penny. She at first had it with her because she was supposed to attend a meeting of the youkai lords who still ruled the land from the mists. Her father, the great lord and taiyoukai to the Western Lands, Sesshoumaru, hadn't had the time to come since he was on a business trip to Europe which couldn't have been cancelled by all means.
He foremost would have been angry with her but when he eventually realized her being nowhere to be found, he would be outraged. And when he consequently found her being kidnapped he would want the head of her captor – ripped off and probably impaled in a dark corner of the mansion. Shit, she knew how much he hated to kill now.
Preoccupied she rushed towards London. Nothing of the passing landscape really reached more of her than her subconscious. Lost in her thoughts she jumped from treetop to treetop, an ability she gained in her years of roaming Japan. It had been a unconcerned time. She had been secure. Nothing had been strong enough to be a real danger for she was the daughter of the mightiest taiyoukai and his mate that had once been one of the most powerful ladydemons that had ever reigned the Snowlands of Northjapan – plus her father had always sent another youkai after her as a guard (or babysitter) which she always changed into a fellow wanderer and friend. Both her parents were white inuyoukai, or had been since her mother has been killed when she was ten. Thus her blood allowed her to be a powerful demoness whose royal blood granted her respect but also fear from both human and youkai. Fear since she was the daughter of the great lord that lived a life that terrified both species as well.
But it didn't prevent her from the sick plan of that dirty half-breed Naraku, obviously not.
She swore to herself to let him suffer once she was back. He had been peaceful – if he could be something like that – for the last hundred years, too quiescent. Now that he came up with a new intriguing plan of his arrogant, self-centered, greedy, ill brain of his it was too late to take precautionary measures. Now she and her family could only try hold the granted consequences as low as possible.
But she highly doubted that kidnapping her was all he conceived – it was but the top of the proverbial iceberg. There must be something more intriguing which she couldn't catch at the moment. Her pondering only brought those macabre possibilities:
A) He wanted to force her father to subscribe a contract that left the bastard to be the head of some of the most important companies of Japan and the world. or/and B) His plan was to subdue the youkai-clans which was as much as option A) since the lord of the Western Lands was the one that had the final word in most questions concerning the youkai.
Whatever he planed – the outcomes for the world would be evil.
Unnoticed by her she changed from jumping off treetops to run over the roofs of London's houses. None of the walkers on the streets noticed her as she ran in demonspeed.
Finally Seizonshu stopped abruptly on a roof. She trained her gaze on a four-masted sailing ship. Then she decided to let her pondering sleep for a while for she needed her attention to find a ship that had fabric loaded, preferably silk which she loved. The demoness intended to persuade one of the captains to give her some meters which she wanted to get her clothes of her favorite fashion. Something that matched her momentary clothing, or was modern. The dressmaker the would come to the Academy the next day surely didn't plan to make her some ancient youkai garments and most surely not something of the twenty-first – century. She would consider it immodest at the least.
It was a pity that women here were only allowed to wear those weird dresses with corsages that made it impossible to breathe at least a bit freely and thoses skirt that didn't give any freedom at all, one really had to wear so many underskirts to be up to date, what a load of bull's.
Why would she need it anyway? She didn't fancy having a wasp-waist. Luckily had she something to say in that case. She for herself was not willing to punish herself that sick way. Add the fact that she wasn't any type of masochist.
She jumped down from the roof she was situated on and trailed over the peers. Her ankle long white hair caught in a breeze behind her as if it was a kind of coat. The scent of saltwater and fish heavy in the air. She inhaled deeply closing her eyes to half mast. the smell of freedom made her content for a moment.
Some sailors passed her and whistled at her sight. An ice glare of hers cut them off in an instant and they hurried away cursing about women that looked like angels but had a soul colder than any ice.
Then their scent entered her nostrils. Hastily she started breath as lowly as possible – they stank indescribable!
After that incident she was obvious to the odor of waste and rotten fish that emerged from the water and the streets which she previously just ignored stored in the back of her mind. It was disgusting! How could anybody – human as well as youkai – stand it? The mixture of dirty human and waste made her almost faint, but she didn't give herself the mercy of outblocking it, of lowering her senses to the normal level a human being possessed. It could probably be fatal. Therefore she had to endure it if she wanted her new clothes – the spoiled stubborn little brat broke through, the one that didn't want to step back from a once made decision.
Sighing she gazed forward and to the sides without turning her head and therefore looking too curious. The demonlady ignored the stares she got not wanting to start a fight and eventually kill somebody while being a bit to hard on them. She didn't know the law system to well and it could bring too many problems to pick a quarrel with it, problems she could easily avoid.
Finally Seizonshu spotted a crew that unloaded chests that gave away the wonderful but slightly musty smell of long stored silk. A scent that was not totally irritated by other odors. And that would bring her the lengths of material she needed.
She headed towards them.
"Good evening. I want to speak with your captain." she spoke up.
Two sailors stopped to stare at her. In her white coat like hair and equally white garments with rosy sakura petals on sleeves and downer as well as blue growing pants she looked like a ghost the sailing people were afraid of. The two dropped the chest and ran away screaming something that suspiciously sounded like "The oceans' spirit came for us! Captain salvage us!" – if she deciphered their slang correctly.
A blond haired head poked over the railing and a rough voice shouted "Who are you to scare my men?"
Suddenly he stopped as he became aware of Seizonshu, his breath caught. Perhaps she really was the ocean's spirit that came to catch them for their wet graves.
Next to him a black haired and clad man appeared. He was obviously a noble; his clothing didn't allow another conclusion. he walked down and came to stop right before her.
"With what may I help you, girl?" His voice was the same rough baritone that came along with his whole appearance which seemed to be completely rough but no in the bad way.
"Some meters of silk, preferably with blue, red and black." She answered without any hesitation or change in her stoic voice.
The man arched an eyebrow at her being not the tiniest bit intimidated. "If it's only that. How do ya wanna pay?" A mischievous smirk now lifted his face.
"You want to give it for free."
He laughed, almost so hard that he fell to down to earth. It really was funny – a chick that wanted expensive Chinese silk for free. Did she rally mean what she said?
"For real? That's a good joke. I haven't laughed so good for long."
"I meant it." His eyes grew wide in surprise. "You sailors usually like to fight man to man, don't you? What about we have a fist fight over the material. I promise I won't use my sword." Seizonshu laid her hand o the sword sheath that hang from her hip.
Again he laughed, hard, until he started hiccupping, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.
"That's really good. Okay, I accept – under my conditions. Which means you'll get the silk you wished if you happen to win, but otherwise I get a new playgirls that is not to contradict in any ways. Is that a deal, I think it's pretty fair." His grin almost reached his ears.
"Deal. Yours is the choice of place." Her smile was inward but slightly visible for the outer world promising nothing good to the one who saw it. Before he spoke she realized what was odd about him. His odor wasn't plain human. Better would be it wasn't human at all. Furthermore it gave away an impression of his strength because he didn't take the effort to mask it in any way. And the best was he hadn't the tiniest idea with whom he dealt with.
The man was somewhat shocked that this human girl accepted. No woman of this land or any other place he had been before would have had such a courage or was it insanity? 'Maybe because of her beauty she thought that nobody would hurt her', he pondered. Anyway, nothing would held him back from getting a new plaything that could entertain him for some nights until it gets boring like any other human being would get just because of their limited view of the things they could do together. Even some of the whores of this world city which was called London have been shocked upon founding out what he intended to do. It haven't been so absurd but they were caught in their normal way of things and couldn't cross another border behind which laid more pleasure than they had ever witnessed. Perhaps this one was different as she differed in sight, obviously, from the others. Or she also was but a girl that wanted some weird fun before the real one began.
He was snapped out of his thought by her sharp order "Go ahead."
"Oh, yes... follow me. I know the perfect place. It's a night's fight club to which only members or friends of them have access. So we'll get our own ring and nobody shall disturb us. We'll possibly only attract some attention since not many women come to visit us, not even the wives which some of the members have. Naturally seeing a woman fight is much more of a rarity than just watching one enter the holy entities of the club. It'll be fun – for me and all the others to see you loose and I really like the idea of pillowing with you. Such white hair such as yours must look gorgeous on black satin sheets."
His self-confidence was overwhelming. He never took into consideration that he might loose. But let him have his fun, he would be put back into size when he recovers from his coming defeat.
They reached a huge building while the man spoke and passed a small door to enter which was guarded by a muscle-carrying absolutely aggressive looking giant of a man who let them through without any questions. Her companion must be some regular sojourner of that establishment.
Inside a great number of men were practicing, warming up, smoking, fighting or just plain taking. When they entered her soon-to-be fighting companion increased his youki, she herself only put on a small iceberg smile that matched her freezing eyes.
Immediately all gazes were trained on them, talking stopped. It seemed she entered a fight club exclusively for demons of all breeds and species.
Then whispers arose not holding back, what one would expect from whispers – too be nothing more than breath with a message – but clearly audible even for the ears of humans that were here as servants.
"Look! ... A human ... Does he want a new toy? ... Why has he brought her here? ... What do you think his brother will say? ... She only will faint when she sees some of us as not we all look like human, but have fangs, claws, marking... What does he intent? ... It's not good to have a human here that doesn't know about us... but see, she doesn't look at us, just ignores us and I can't smell fear... ?"
Now even the fighting people noticed something going on and stopped. Everybody watched them in dead silence.
"Now, which one do you like? I don't care." Seizonshu's monotone voice reached every single corner of the club without being risen. "I hope you didn't change your mind. You know, when I win, I'll choose loads of fabric. I just hope you can afford this."
Laugher arose. The men seemed pretty amused by her statement. She wanted to fight? And hoped to win? Didn't she know who her opponent was?
"Yeah, but imagine, you won't win, that's settled. But to safe your pretty face, I'll hold back." Again his grin wanted to eat his ears, like the one of everybody in there, they looked like a herd of very hungry wolves that never have eaten anything before and the meat they saw was looking rather delicious. Only some showed expressions of concern and a bit of compassion.
"Do as you wish. Let this get over and done with."
She climbed onto the ring and just stood there, unmoved, expressionless in face and stance. A curious crowd gathered around the ring. After a little period of time her opponent came to stop before her.
The odor of the crowd nearly made her faint, how could it be possible that youkai with an higher capability of smelling, like canines, could stand it? It was above her. But maybe her standards were too different from this here – although one has to put into consideration that youkai of asia really looked after their outward appearance and did everything in their reach to be clean at least. "Did you ever consider daily hygiene as an option?"
That erased the grin from everyone's face changed it into a frown. Some even tried to kill her by looks, throwing daggers or worse things with their glares.
"How dare you?!" The man standing before her suddenly charged forward tried to punch her in the face, not surprising her a little bit. It was so easy to annoy wolves. They lived out their emotions too much. That's why his attacks were pretty predictable. She dodged them easily.
Thanks to the wolf's emotional outbreak they didn't alter the routine of attacking and dodging, though his punches and kicks became more and more powerful and faster. But that didn't irritate her in any way, he was just predictable. And even if she was surprised she had learnt to hold control over her actions and stay cool in the hottest fight – because of her mother's death – never take an opponent to easy. Underestimation was death.
The cheers of the observant fainted until they eventually stopped. Her opponent began to growl and got angry. His focus got lost a bit then came back with doubled force as his eyes turned crimson red.
Seizonshu sighed and dodged with almost full force. As a result he fell to the ground, hard, face fist, but jumped up again in an instant.
"Who are you, bitch? Declare yourself!" His voice was overloaded with anger. With seeing her shrugging his rage overflowed. He dropped his mask, let his fingers grow into deadly claws, his fangs became visible and longened.
The eyes of the observants widened, they never saw him loosing his composition.
"Aren't you shocked? You really destroyed my wish to hold back, wench. Better start running 'cause I'll show what it means to annoy a wolf demon." His voice contained hissed sounds and growls, was barely understandable, showing the thin border to the desire to kill her right now.
Suddenly a similar voice yelled out. "Ray, what the hell are you doing? How the fuck can you fight a human, a female on top, and drop your disguise? Explain!" A similar looking man had pushed himself a way through the watching crowed. His version of an expression of anger let the one of Ray look like a weak and failed attempt of a puppy.
"She wanted some of the newly shipped silk for free and suggested to fight for it" he spat out. "It's not my fault! Ask her why she is and more precisely what she is!"
"And your mask?" the new man turned his gaze towards Seizonshu. "Lady, I don't know where I saw your face before, but I announce this fight to be over" he declared.
"It hardly started. If you don't mind, we'll finish this by ourselves." She let a small smirk grace her lips.
"That was not a mere request, but an order that must be followed!"
"I nearly never followed any commands." With that she attacked her opponent now known as a man called Ray for the first time this fight. Faster than anyone could see and had expected her to do. Effortlessly she punched him in his abdomen and sent him flying to a nearby wall where he slit down to the ground, a small line of blood lined a corner of his mouth.
Then she left the ring and traveled over to him. Frightened the crowed shrank back from her, eyeing her with saucer-like eyes. How can a mere human nearly kill one of the most powerful demons they know?
"Don't you dare touching him!" His brother shouted angrily, concern written in his tones. He could only watch her hair flowing behind her as he was situated on the other side of the ring.
"I don't intent to kill him, little wolf."
"What?", uttered everyone present, confusion now plainly visibly on their faces. How did she know?
They saw her kneeling down before her former contrahent. His eyes showed clear fear.
"You really should have paid more attention. I could have killed you if I would have lost control like you did." Seizonshu's voice was surprisingly soft and warmed, showing genuine concern.
"What?" he breathed.
"What?" Ray's brother now stood next to them and the crowd again closed around them.
"Lourdes made it sound that her family was extremely strong. I believed it. And it would have been your end, hadn't your youki given away a real impression of your strength. I wouldn't like to report her of her uncle's death."
"What? ... What have you done to my baby girl?" Ray's brother screamed raged. "And how do you know we're her family?"
Helping Ray up she stood, too. "First of all nothing. And secondly ..." She also let her concealing spell fall down. At that her fingers longened, nails sharpened as claws formed. Her ears grew slightly pointed and fangs became visible when she opened her mouth slightly, fangs of a canine. But the most stunning sight were the brightly red strips that appeared on her cheekbones and the crescent azure blue moon on her forehead.
Their mouths dropped open. Had they believed to face an unusual beauty, they now found them confronted with the unearthly perfection of a youkai-lady of high birth.
"Oh my god! Now I remember where I saw you face before!" Ray's brother cried out. Then he stiffened visibly and bowed very deeply. "I'm sorry for all that commotion, Inu-no-o-hime-sama. Please forgive my previous dullness."
Ray and all the others watched with confusion from him to the demoness and back. Their leader and for some of them head of the pack was being submissive to some stranger? Why? – yeah, her youki was extremely strong, even in her presently relaxed state.
"I had the honor of meeting your father, Inutaisho, lord and taiyoukai to the Western Lands of Japan. I..." A taiyoukai's daughter?
"I wouldn't want to disappoint you, but as a matter of fact, I'm not his daughter."
"Not?"
"He died shortly after the birth of his second son, Inuyasha, my uncle. My father, Sesshomaru, is his heir. I'm the daughter of his."
"He's dead? But he was called the most powerful youkai known. How could he be possibly dead...? He was over thousand years old!"
Whispers arose. "What? How old? Over thousand years? Hard to imagine! – even for a youkai!"
"I know it's hard to believe. However the only living witness is, Inuyasha, but as I told you he was just born when Inutaisho was killed."
Ray's brother blinked. "I'm sorry for having warmed that theme." After a short pause he continued. "How impolite of me! I completely forgot to introduce me. I'm Richard Wolfson and this is my twin brother Ray. I ..." he looked up and around and eventually noticed everybody staring at them. "Uhm, please follow me. I'm sure you'll like some privacy for our talk."
Seizonshu nodded. "Lead the way!"
Everybody stepped away as Seizonshu gracefully passed them followed by Ray. They left the hall and entered a small office which has a large sofa and some comfortable looking chairs standing around a low table with a marble plate.
Richard walked over there to sit down in one of the chairs while Seizonshu sat on the couch.
The silence stretched until it became awkwardly uncomfortable.
"Ehm... how come that one of you family is here in good old England? I thought members of you clan never leave Japan." Richard finally broke the stillness.
"I'm not here on my own will. But that is not the question. I shall find my way back."
"Let us help you. I own ships that could bring you."
He was interrupted. "No, it's not so easy for me."
"Why?" Ray inquired.
"I am who I told you. But if I would be back in Japan in this time, I would not be welcomed very warmly."
"Why, you are the ... wait, in this time?" The latter part was said by both the brothers in union.
Seizonshu smile a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I'm not of this time. I was forced to come here because of the sick plan of the shitty thing Naraku called his brain."
"Not from ... this time? I beg your pardon, but that is hard to believe."
"Is that so? So hard as the fairy tale that is told to make human kids obey her parents at night."
"Which one?"
"The one of the demons, youkai."
Ray and Richard watched her like fishes then swallowed hard.
"Now...that...because of who you are, we will trust you, since none of your family is known to lie, ever." Both brothers looked at each other and nodded.
"Can we help you one way or another? I mean help finding a way to go home or while you are here, a way into society?"
"Thanks. I would appreciate it. But first I only need some decent clothing. Being home and so I don't think I would have to wear those literally breath taking dresses."
The men started to grin. "Sure, but why? Those dresses are medication for sore eyes."
Seizonshu allowed herself to grin slightly, too. "You may think so, but a normal being can't even breath in there. Would you please be so kind to call a dressmaker? And I would like some the silk that was shipped in with the ship I found you on, Ray."
"Of course." Ray stood up and called out of the door: "Call Jimmey, and bring some of the chests that are shipped in tonight ... and something to drink." He added as an afterthought.
"Aye, sir!" was the yelled answer.
He then sat back onto the chair.
"Thanks. And please send the bill to the duke of Sattering. I believe he would be pleased to hear from me and that I grew accustomed to my environment." Her small grin now promised something evil.
"The duke? What has he to do with all – he wasn't the one who kidnapped you?" Ray was furious, his former humiliation was forgotten. "How dare someone lay hand on ..."
"Please, it's unimportant." She hold up her hands to calm him down a bit and to emphasize her statement. "He is not to harm, besides, he wouldn't even know what hit him since he believes me to be a normal everyday human with just a pretty face, and perhaps some brains. He doesn't know anything about us. In that way he is as dumb as one could be."
"If you wish so." He hesitantly consented.
They looked up as it knocked on the door.
"Enter, Jimmey." Richard summoned.
A small man with light brown hair came in, a pipe hanging from his mouth.
Snarling Richard spat out. "Will you ever learn not to smoke in our presence, human? It's disgusting."
Grinning the small man put the pipe down. "It's fun to see your faces... However, why did you call this ungodly time, it's one in the morning, if you haven't noticed."
Richard looked at Seizonshu approvingly.
"I want you to make me some clothes, dressmaker." She stated, again in her expressionless manner.
"Huh... And who are you, beautiful lady?" He turned his gaze one Ray, who was known to invite different female and offered much.
"No, she's not like that. Act towards her as if she was our older sister." Richard required.
"Your...older...sister?" He knew how they acted to older siblings or older relatives in that family. "Of course, and your name would be, my lady?"
Seizonshu now smiled again honestly, for the first time since she woke up in this strange time or better country. "I'm named Seizonshu, but friends call me Sei."
The brothers looked at each other – a member of the high aristocracy, and youkai royal ness, with a nickname that she also offered to be used?
"Then come on lady, let me take your sizes." He started and was ready after some minutes. "And what kind of dress does the lady wish, that she calls me to this midnight hour. I could make you some pretty one with fishbone corsages and much decorations..."
"No, not such a thing." She stopped his river of speech.
"No? But what do you want for clothing, my lady?" He always avoided to use her nickname even if he was allowed to use it. For him it was not proper.
"It's Sei, for you too, you know." She nodded to Ray and Richard. "I'd like some loose, slightly longer than ankle-long pants, one of black, one of white and one of red silk for now. Than twelve tank tops of those colors and one white knee-long jackets. Everything just one layer of material when it's thick enough."
"Pants? Why do you want pants? And what are tank tops?"
"Yes, pants for me to wear. I like them way more than skirts. And tank tops are ... if you would turn around for a moment, so that I can show you an example without having you to possibly get the wrong ideas."
The men turned their back to Seizonshu as she started undressing her upper body. Therefore she only put her gi apart and slipped her arms out of it. Underneath she wore a white top with a grey picture made just of lines. She took it off and redressed quickly.
"It's okay to look now." The men returned her gazes to her. "Here this is a tank top. Normally it's worn without anything covering it."
"This tiny little piece of fabric? A lady like you would wear something like this?" Jimmey was confused, no less than the other two.
"Hn, yeah. It's another culture...not exactly, but it's more developed than now and people usually call it more civilized. That's why we wear clothes that show much skin. Nobody would jump on you just because you wear skin presenting clothing." She explained leaving some facts out that would show another angle of it, like raptures or something like that.
"You mean, you wear them on the street and not only in the deepest corners of you house?" It was quiet hard to convince some Victorian era men of the rightness of her statements.
"It's not that big of a deal. It's normal. Okay, for business one wears another choice of clothes but for the spare time it's okay. Make them and fine. I shall deal with people that don't want to accept it."
Jimmey shrugged. "It shall be ready in some days from now on. Do you want it delivered?"
"That would be perfect. You know the address of the Academy for young high class ladies something or other?" Seizonshu smiled again slightly.
"The one where all the snobs send their children? 'scuse me but they are?"
"Yes, that would be it."
"You call my daughter a snob, Jimmey?" Richard inquired emphasized by Ray's dark stare.
"Don' know" After a deadly glare of Rich he clarified "Guess not."
"Better be." Despite his threatening words both brothers laughed together with their man.
Before the dressmaker left Seizonshu quickly added "Ah, I almost forgot. Could you please make me another clothing, such as the one I wear now?"
Jimmey came closer and eyed Seizonshu's kimono. "I never saw something like this before. But if you would lend it to me for some time, I think I could copy it simply."
"Good. So when the others are delivered I'll send it with the purveyor."
"I shall be making it then." Jimmey nodded to himself, then bowed slightly. "Now please excuse me for now. For this night I'll have fun and start tomorrow." He left the room.
Now the silence was not as defeating as it was before – it became calming and comforting, only Hel knows why.
Ray let out a laugh. "That's what I call an interesting night. First I'm knocked out by a woman. Then she gives her true self to sight and now we're sitting here and do nothing. Okay, how about drinking something and talking in order to learn about the one another? I see that this stupid brother of mine knows you or at least your family. But I myself have no idea about you other than your demon heritage and that's all. So, you have to stay here in good old England? That shouldn't be too bad, if you hadn't to stay in that stupid academy this Rich here insists sending my cute little niece to..."
"That's the second time this evening! You must not call me stupid since I'm not! And Lourdes it fine there. She always writes how much she loved to be there."
"If you like I can keep an eyes on her. In fact she really is cute and kind. I guess had I been like her when I was young Chichi-ue would have been more than just delighted." Seizonshu grinned quiet openly. "But the influence of my uncle and his pups, well some of them, really got the better of me."
"Your uncle? When I visited Sesshomaru once – he didn't talk about his father's death – only one old guy talked about his half-brother and he was instantly silenced. Nobody was to talk about the useless half-breed of a brother of his. When did it change? I thought that could never happen since his voice was more than ice-cold at that moment."
"I wasn't born then, but from what Haha-ue said, it was among the time when the shikon no tama was completed and Kagome, my aunt, and Inuyasha saved her from being killed by Naraku who has had the sacred jewel in his dirty claws – that's why his strength has been dangerously increased and he was able to attack the castle without being intimidated by my parents own power and Chichi-ue was busy defending himself and Rin plus he thought she was near him and there a little saver...but he was wrong. However, my uncle and aunt appeared out of nowhere and somehow managed to strike him back. But all they achieved was that he escaped leaving the jewel as black as it was and my mother badly injured. I think Naraku was not completely used to his new power and that together with Tetsusaiga helped a bit. Because of that helping aspect Chichi-ue and his brother finally started acting a little bit more like brothers not like blood enemies. But I guess Chichi-ue never really hated his half-brother, but wanted to help him getting strong while fighting him. I don't know where I got this from but it's a fact."
"Uah...first trying to kill each other and then brotherly love!"
"Not entirely, they still have their sometimes not so small rows."
"I'm lucky he" Ray pointed to his own sibling with his right thumb "is not after my ass."
"Yeah, now, but if you ever start thinking me being stupid again, I might try considering you a little nuisance and get rid of you."
Ray looked at him – a perfect imitation of a puppy lost in the rain. "You really would do that?" He even managed to fill his eyes with some water. How he did it – being a man and a youkai after all – was above all the presence, even himself, maybe he should start an acting career .
Richard grinned and patted him on the head like one treated a puppy. "Now, now, little brother."
It went on and on. The time flew by as if it was nothing but a great waterfall that had no time to waste. They never really came back to the main theme they originally wanted to talk about, but it didn't matter. They had plenty of time in the future since Seizonshu was stuck here.
Anyways, she finally looked up and decided after a short glance on the wall clock that it was time to leave. It wouldn't be too wise to appear before the houselady in her traditional attics. The fact itself didn't bother her – she only wanted to avoid troubles that weren't worth mentioning.
After saying goodbye and promising to hang around more often she left.
Racing Seizonshu took the same way 'home' she used to come to London, now aware of her surroundings. All she saw was a change of wood, sheep paddocks, little villages and sheep paddocks. What did they have with sheep paddocks? It seemed like an obsession, but however it may be nothing could beat real Chinese silk – at least in her opinion – well perhaps some of those modern fabrics that imitate silk. And what was it about her and fabrics that night?
Seizonshu couldn't find a satisfying answer.
Translations:
Hel – Goddess of the Nordic mythology that guided the dead ones over the bridge of Death and is the guard of Walhalla
Chichi-ue – very traditional and very polite form of speaking of one's father, generally no longer in use
Haha-ue – very traditional and very polite form of speaking of one's mother, generally no longer in use
AN: I don't really know when the Victorian era started, but I love that time's name.
Furthermore did I choose this time (around 1825) because the fight with Napoleon is
finished and people in England could again live a peaceful life and have business
trips, otherwise my story would be a too much AU, perhaps a out-of-universe?
However my mind generated my own little England of 1825, so bear with me, please.
Saa, perhaps I look to much Furuba?
SO AND NOW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW – I would love to read how you think about
my story. So my only option of getting a piece of your mind is when you hit that
lovely little button on the left to REVIEW. SO please REVIEW!!!!
ja ne, killerlady