UnSpoken Love By: OtakuSailorV
Chapter 5:: Mother Dear
Sesshoumaru followed his old servant, Jaken, out of his room, and down the hallway, to the elevator.
All the while, both were silent, Jaken, feeling guilty for forcing his former Lord into coming with him, and Sesshoumaru musing on why his mother wanted to see him so badly.
'Could she be dying?' He asked himself inwardly. 'No,' He thought after a moment of mulling it over. 'I would know if mother was dying.'
Jaken pressed the button with his staff, and waited patiently for the elevator to come, every once in a while sneaking a glance at Sesshoumaru.
Noticing his former servant's eyes on him, Sesshoumaru looked down at him sharply. Jaken, caught in the act of glancing at his Lord, swiftly turned away, jittering about nervously until the bell rang, and the doors opened to let them in.
They entered the large metal box again, the utter silence still reigning. Jaken pressed the button that would lead them to the top floor, and continued to jitter nervously.
Soft music played as they rose higher and higher up, with neither saying a word. Sesshoumaru kept his hands in his pockets, one of his arms pressed protectively against his blades as if he thought someone might take them from him.
Finally, just when Jaken thought he was going to scream from the eternal rising of the elevator and playing of it's slow, soft music, the elevator came to a halt, and gave a small, sharp ring. The doors opened, and Sesshoumaru exited, Jaken at his heels.
Sesshoumaru stopped abruptly as soon as he had taken five paces away from the metal box's doors. Jaken, nervous and jumpy, bumped right into his legs, just as he would have done years ago.
Looking up nervously, he waited for his former master to strike him for not paying attention, or for not staying far enough behind, but Sesshoumaru did neither. Instead, he inquired about his mother.
"Where will I find my mother, Jaken?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the toad-demon.
Jaken quickly got to his feet and ran in front of former Lord. "She'll be over there M'Lord, in the large white building. There's a party tonight."
There was a note of warning in Jaken's voice, but Sesshoumaru didn't catch it as he walked briskly away, toward the said structure.
Jaken followed as fast as he could, making sure to stay far behind Sesshoumaru, so as not to bump into him again.
As he walked toward the building, Sesshoumaru looked up to take it all in.
It was, as Jaken said, a large, white house that could have been a court at one time. The first floor doors were clear glass, with several full-length windows off to the side, so that everyone could see the silver- haired stranger making his way toward them.
There were windows on every floor, and in every window, glowed a single candle. The area around the building was covered in vegetation. From shrubs, to trees, flowers, and fountains of every shape and size. A definite hall set up for a party.
Sesshoumaru sighed. His mother loved to throw ritzy parties, and drag him along to show off to all her lady friends. She had even gone so far as to try and wed him to one of their annoying, snobbish daughters. Taking this all in, he decided that that was the reason she had called on him twice that day. She wanted him to marry, and she was willing to force him into a marriage if he refused.
He stopped in front of the doors, and, tilting his hat over his eyes, sighed again and pushed the doors open.
It was just as he suspected. A piano was playing somewhere in the room, as richly dressed demons drank and chatted around the room. He could tell that they all noticed him the minute he entered, but many seemed to ignore him.
Without a word, he followed his mother's scent to a crowd of women that standing so close that he was sure that they were one being at first.
He could hear his mother's voice, with her fake, forced British accent before he even saw her. "...Yes, darling, I know, but that color just doesn't go with your eyes...oh, those sales-humans don't know that your eyes are really purple, dear..."
Someone in the group spoke up suddenly. "Oh, Tsumi, I thought your son was coming?"
Sesshoumaru was nearly on top of them now. "Yes, darling, my son is coming. Oh, and here he is now!"
His mother had caught his scent just as his head appeared over the lady in front of hers.
All the demon ladies turned toward him, looking him over as he passed them in his black leather clothing, his swords clinking at his sides.
Sesshoumaru stopped two feet before the couch that his mother sat on. "Hello, mother." He said rather coldly.
"Sesshoumaru, dear, is that any to treat your mother?" She asked, through her accent, standing and embracing her son.
Sesshoumaru did not return the embrace; he simply stared straight ahead.
"Ladies, this is my son, Sesshoumaru." She said, showing him off to her friends.
"Mother, may I speak with you....alone?" Sesshoumaru asked through his teeth, not willing to let himself be subjected to his mother's inferior friends at the moment.
He could sense his mother's sun-shiny mood fade and was replaced by a dark, foul mood. Her grip on his shoulder tightened, signifying that she understood, while still keeping a smile on her face.
"If you'll excuse me, Ladies, I would like to have a few words with my son." The last few words came out as a growl, his mother's voice cracking in anger.
The ladies immediately dispersed, and Tsumi directed Sesshoumaru out of the hall, down a corridor, until they reached the end. Turning to him, she placed her hands on her hips and looked him over.
She stood there, waiting for him to address her with his problem.
Sesshoumaru sighed, playing with the rim of his hat with his fingers. Finally, after a short pause, he looked up at his mother from underneath the rim of his hat.
"Mother...why did you send Yuwakusha and Jaken after me?" He asked.
His mother smiled, trying to hide the anger that he could sense swelling in her.
"Why, darling, I missed you. I haven't seen you in 21 years! You act like I was trying to kill you, darling!"
"Mother, there is a reason you threatened Jaken, what is so important that you had to do such a thing?"
Tsumi narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to speak, when none other than one of the Ladies from before appeared at the other end of the corridor behind Sesshoumaru.
"Oh, Tsumi! Someone from the main office is here!! He wants to see you!!"
Tsumi's eyes darted to Sesshoumaru and back to her lady friend swiftly before she answered. "Alright, darling, tell the young man I'll be right there!!"
The lady nodded and disappeared, her dressing flowing out behind her.
In two swift steps Tsumi was halfway down the corridor before she turned back to her son. "Now, Sesshoumaru, please stay for the rest of the party. Twenty-one years is such a long time..."
Without another word, Tsumi turned and strutted down the corridor, and around the corner, high-heels clicking as she walked.
With a sigh, Sesshoumaru tightened his grip on the swords and turned, retreating down the hallway, to the party.
"Hey! Sesshoumaru-sama! I haven't seen you in years!" A perky voice called from the right of the punch table.
Sesshoumaru took a small sip of the drink in his hands before addressing his fellow youkai.
"I've told you before, Kouga, you don't have to call me 'Sesshoumaru-sama.' 'Sesshoumaru' is just fine."
The wolf demon smiled happily at his friend. "Well, this is a formal party. I thought I was supposed to be formal."
"Well, you are dressed formally enough." Sesshoumaru commented, looking his friend over. "A Tuxedo? What is the occasion, or are you simply, finally, noticing that those leather and fur things that you used to wear were horribly out-of-date?"
Kouga's brow drew together. "My wolf armor was not out-of-date. It was simply traditional. I'm sorry that my outfit was traditional, Mr. Puffy-pants!"
Sesshoumaru smirked. "Traditional clothes are nice, when the time calls for them. Unfortunately, you used to wear those clothes everywhere. You were quite the spectacle."
"You used to wear your stupid armor and puffy-suit everywhere too! Don't make it out so that it's only me that wears traditional clothes excessively!" Kouga retaliated.
"You are mistaken, Kouga. I wore mine all the time, true, but, I barely ever went out of my castle. But you on the other hand, would wear them night and day, and even in front of humans, with all your demon attributes on display." Sesshoumaru said, keeping his head and taking another sip of the punch.
Kouga fumed, leaning against the table and pouting.
After a long pause, in which neither spoke or looked at each other, Sesshoumaru finally broke the silence. "So, what does bring the ever-in-wolf-armor Kouga into a suit and bow tie?"
Kouga looked over at him. "Nothing that would bother the Great Sesshoumaru." He mumbled.
Sesshoumaru smirked again. "Come now, what is it, Kouga?"
Kouga looked him over for a minute before leaning in and whispering so lightly that only Sesshoumaru could hear, said: "A girl."
Sesshoumaru smirked wider as his friend's face grew red in embarrassment.
"Three's a girl that has captured the heart of young Kouga, instead of the other way around? Will wonders never cease?" Sesshoumaru asked.
Kouga shot a glare his way. "Sesshoumaru, don't you breathe a word of it to anyone!"
"A word of what?" A voice asked from behind the two youkai.
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Hello! Sorry I haven't updated again in a while!! I meant to, but projects, and finals, and graduating, and....and....and....It's all too much.
I've finally got my Finals finished, and I'm Graduating next week, but I should be able to start working on my fics again. Moshi wake arimasen, minna-san!!! I'm trying my best, so please don't get mad.
Ok, well, thanks so much for the reviews, you make me very happy. I hope to update again soon, so stick around.
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Chapter 5:: Mother Dear
Sesshoumaru followed his old servant, Jaken, out of his room, and down the hallway, to the elevator.
All the while, both were silent, Jaken, feeling guilty for forcing his former Lord into coming with him, and Sesshoumaru musing on why his mother wanted to see him so badly.
'Could she be dying?' He asked himself inwardly. 'No,' He thought after a moment of mulling it over. 'I would know if mother was dying.'
Jaken pressed the button with his staff, and waited patiently for the elevator to come, every once in a while sneaking a glance at Sesshoumaru.
Noticing his former servant's eyes on him, Sesshoumaru looked down at him sharply. Jaken, caught in the act of glancing at his Lord, swiftly turned away, jittering about nervously until the bell rang, and the doors opened to let them in.
They entered the large metal box again, the utter silence still reigning. Jaken pressed the button that would lead them to the top floor, and continued to jitter nervously.
Soft music played as they rose higher and higher up, with neither saying a word. Sesshoumaru kept his hands in his pockets, one of his arms pressed protectively against his blades as if he thought someone might take them from him.
Finally, just when Jaken thought he was going to scream from the eternal rising of the elevator and playing of it's slow, soft music, the elevator came to a halt, and gave a small, sharp ring. The doors opened, and Sesshoumaru exited, Jaken at his heels.
Sesshoumaru stopped abruptly as soon as he had taken five paces away from the metal box's doors. Jaken, nervous and jumpy, bumped right into his legs, just as he would have done years ago.
Looking up nervously, he waited for his former master to strike him for not paying attention, or for not staying far enough behind, but Sesshoumaru did neither. Instead, he inquired about his mother.
"Where will I find my mother, Jaken?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the toad-demon.
Jaken quickly got to his feet and ran in front of former Lord. "She'll be over there M'Lord, in the large white building. There's a party tonight."
There was a note of warning in Jaken's voice, but Sesshoumaru didn't catch it as he walked briskly away, toward the said structure.
Jaken followed as fast as he could, making sure to stay far behind Sesshoumaru, so as not to bump into him again.
As he walked toward the building, Sesshoumaru looked up to take it all in.
It was, as Jaken said, a large, white house that could have been a court at one time. The first floor doors were clear glass, with several full-length windows off to the side, so that everyone could see the silver- haired stranger making his way toward them.
There were windows on every floor, and in every window, glowed a single candle. The area around the building was covered in vegetation. From shrubs, to trees, flowers, and fountains of every shape and size. A definite hall set up for a party.
Sesshoumaru sighed. His mother loved to throw ritzy parties, and drag him along to show off to all her lady friends. She had even gone so far as to try and wed him to one of their annoying, snobbish daughters. Taking this all in, he decided that that was the reason she had called on him twice that day. She wanted him to marry, and she was willing to force him into a marriage if he refused.
He stopped in front of the doors, and, tilting his hat over his eyes, sighed again and pushed the doors open.
It was just as he suspected. A piano was playing somewhere in the room, as richly dressed demons drank and chatted around the room. He could tell that they all noticed him the minute he entered, but many seemed to ignore him.
Without a word, he followed his mother's scent to a crowd of women that standing so close that he was sure that they were one being at first.
He could hear his mother's voice, with her fake, forced British accent before he even saw her. "...Yes, darling, I know, but that color just doesn't go with your eyes...oh, those sales-humans don't know that your eyes are really purple, dear..."
Someone in the group spoke up suddenly. "Oh, Tsumi, I thought your son was coming?"
Sesshoumaru was nearly on top of them now. "Yes, darling, my son is coming. Oh, and here he is now!"
His mother had caught his scent just as his head appeared over the lady in front of hers.
All the demon ladies turned toward him, looking him over as he passed them in his black leather clothing, his swords clinking at his sides.
Sesshoumaru stopped two feet before the couch that his mother sat on. "Hello, mother." He said rather coldly.
"Sesshoumaru, dear, is that any to treat your mother?" She asked, through her accent, standing and embracing her son.
Sesshoumaru did not return the embrace; he simply stared straight ahead.
"Ladies, this is my son, Sesshoumaru." She said, showing him off to her friends.
"Mother, may I speak with you....alone?" Sesshoumaru asked through his teeth, not willing to let himself be subjected to his mother's inferior friends at the moment.
He could sense his mother's sun-shiny mood fade and was replaced by a dark, foul mood. Her grip on his shoulder tightened, signifying that she understood, while still keeping a smile on her face.
"If you'll excuse me, Ladies, I would like to have a few words with my son." The last few words came out as a growl, his mother's voice cracking in anger.
The ladies immediately dispersed, and Tsumi directed Sesshoumaru out of the hall, down a corridor, until they reached the end. Turning to him, she placed her hands on her hips and looked him over.
She stood there, waiting for him to address her with his problem.
Sesshoumaru sighed, playing with the rim of his hat with his fingers. Finally, after a short pause, he looked up at his mother from underneath the rim of his hat.
"Mother...why did you send Yuwakusha and Jaken after me?" He asked.
His mother smiled, trying to hide the anger that he could sense swelling in her.
"Why, darling, I missed you. I haven't seen you in 21 years! You act like I was trying to kill you, darling!"
"Mother, there is a reason you threatened Jaken, what is so important that you had to do such a thing?"
Tsumi narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to speak, when none other than one of the Ladies from before appeared at the other end of the corridor behind Sesshoumaru.
"Oh, Tsumi! Someone from the main office is here!! He wants to see you!!"
Tsumi's eyes darted to Sesshoumaru and back to her lady friend swiftly before she answered. "Alright, darling, tell the young man I'll be right there!!"
The lady nodded and disappeared, her dressing flowing out behind her.
In two swift steps Tsumi was halfway down the corridor before she turned back to her son. "Now, Sesshoumaru, please stay for the rest of the party. Twenty-one years is such a long time..."
Without another word, Tsumi turned and strutted down the corridor, and around the corner, high-heels clicking as she walked.
With a sigh, Sesshoumaru tightened his grip on the swords and turned, retreating down the hallway, to the party.
"Hey! Sesshoumaru-sama! I haven't seen you in years!" A perky voice called from the right of the punch table.
Sesshoumaru took a small sip of the drink in his hands before addressing his fellow youkai.
"I've told you before, Kouga, you don't have to call me 'Sesshoumaru-sama.' 'Sesshoumaru' is just fine."
The wolf demon smiled happily at his friend. "Well, this is a formal party. I thought I was supposed to be formal."
"Well, you are dressed formally enough." Sesshoumaru commented, looking his friend over. "A Tuxedo? What is the occasion, or are you simply, finally, noticing that those leather and fur things that you used to wear were horribly out-of-date?"
Kouga's brow drew together. "My wolf armor was not out-of-date. It was simply traditional. I'm sorry that my outfit was traditional, Mr. Puffy-pants!"
Sesshoumaru smirked. "Traditional clothes are nice, when the time calls for them. Unfortunately, you used to wear those clothes everywhere. You were quite the spectacle."
"You used to wear your stupid armor and puffy-suit everywhere too! Don't make it out so that it's only me that wears traditional clothes excessively!" Kouga retaliated.
"You are mistaken, Kouga. I wore mine all the time, true, but, I barely ever went out of my castle. But you on the other hand, would wear them night and day, and even in front of humans, with all your demon attributes on display." Sesshoumaru said, keeping his head and taking another sip of the punch.
Kouga fumed, leaning against the table and pouting.
After a long pause, in which neither spoke or looked at each other, Sesshoumaru finally broke the silence. "So, what does bring the ever-in-wolf-armor Kouga into a suit and bow tie?"
Kouga looked over at him. "Nothing that would bother the Great Sesshoumaru." He mumbled.
Sesshoumaru smirked again. "Come now, what is it, Kouga?"
Kouga looked him over for a minute before leaning in and whispering so lightly that only Sesshoumaru could hear, said: "A girl."
Sesshoumaru smirked wider as his friend's face grew red in embarrassment.
"Three's a girl that has captured the heart of young Kouga, instead of the other way around? Will wonders never cease?" Sesshoumaru asked.
Kouga shot a glare his way. "Sesshoumaru, don't you breathe a word of it to anyone!"
"A word of what?" A voice asked from behind the two youkai.
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Hello! Sorry I haven't updated again in a while!! I meant to, but projects, and finals, and graduating, and....and....and....It's all too much.
I've finally got my Finals finished, and I'm Graduating next week, but I should be able to start working on my fics again. Moshi wake arimasen, minna-san!!! I'm trying my best, so please don't get mad.
Ok, well, thanks so much for the reviews, you make me very happy. I hope to update again soon, so stick around.
Review please!! Ja!