DL: hey guys, this is the next chappie of my new story.
Sess:I don't think anyone cares.
DL:I don't care if they care. I'm writing and that's final!
Inu:Ookey, that's nice. When do I come in.
DL: Never. You aren't in this fic. I'm still mad about the shove-the-authoress-into-a-closet-so-the-boys-can-go-get-drunk-while-I-figure-out-how-I-can-kill-
you idea of yours.
Inu:But we never went!
DL:That's because none of my closets lock, you moron. I'm gonna write, he's pissing me off.
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Sesshomaru walking into the room where the young woman was still sleeping.
The situaltion would be very...kinky, if he were to take advntage of the young beauty. She was lying on a bed that was covered head to foot with black sheets, in fact, the very silk ones that matched her kimono. Her arms and legs were shackled together and chained to the bed.
Like he thought, very kinky if he had no honor.
She stirred and moaned a little, before her eyes snapped open and she looked around. She tried to move, but she realized that she was shackled down. She let out an ear-piecing scream and started to struggle. Sesshomaru looked on as the bracket to her hands began to rip from the wall.
He caught the smell of blood and saw that her wrists had begun bleeding from all of the struggling. He walked over to her and held her still.She let out another ear-piecing shriek, knowing that it would harm his sensitive ears.
If it did, she didn't show it. He held his ground against the obstinate creature under his grasp, trying to get her to stop. She would undoubtedly hurt herself worse if he let her continue like this.
She finally stopped, gasping for air. He looked into her eyes and saw slight defeat. For some strange reason, he hated that look. He shook off the feeling mercilessly and tried to talk a little to her, to get her used to the fact that she wasn't going anywhere until he did.
"Child,"he said, demandingly,"Who are you?"
"My name's Katarina,"she said, dejctedly,"I don't know WHO I am in the sense you might be thinking."
"Where are you from?"
"The Moon,"she said sarcasticly.
"Seriously,"he said, giving her a glare.
"I live nowhere, I'm from nowhere,"she said, her voice dropping a notch.
"What are you?"
"I'm half moon demon and half fire prite,"she said, her voice dropping again.
He looked at her in a different light. Both species were extremely rare, but to find a hanyou of both was like finding a piece of gold in a trash dig. But it was the reason they were so rare that made him the most curious about her.
"I saw you and the pig youkai, child-"
"Do not talk to me like that. I've told you my name, so use it."
"You have tactical genius I haven't seen in ages, apart from my generals."He said, continuing,"But our army is too big for just two generals and the commander. I want you to be my new general."
Katarina raised her eyebrow. The fact that he blalantly told her what he wanted and she didn't have a retort to throw at him to make him think twice. She pondered him slightly. He was something different. She went back to the thought of him being a god in his past life and was sure that he was.
"What do I have to do,"she said, somewhat defeated.
"I'm going to train you,"he said, a little sad that she gave up so quickly,"In the art of fighting, public events, and talking, since it seems you only know retorts."
"When you raise yourself, there's not much you can do, ya' moron,"she said, meaning to sound harsh, but not quite making it.
He sensed alot of sadness in her.He looked into her eyes, but before he saw anything, she turned away. He realized something. It wasn't sadness he heard, but loneliness. They had alot more in common than he suspected at first. His mother had died when he was little, then his father deserted him for a human and a hanyou.
Katrina walked into the room. She raised her eyebrow at the two of them, pondering what they were doing. Sesshomaru gave her a glare that could chill the fire in a volcano. She, however, wasn't a volcano, and she was completely used to the icey glares. He sighed in slight defeat and walked away from the bed.
"So,"Katrina asked,"did he ask you to be the new general?"
"No,"Katarina said angrily,"he demanded."
"Well, will you?"
"Uh..."
"Please! Come on, we need another general to command the stupid army! That and Sesshomaru needs someone he can talk to other than us, if you know what I mean."
Katarina and Sesshomaru gave her increduous, blushing glares. They barely knew each other and the general was already making wisecracks.
Sesshomaru shook his head. Katrina had already accepted the girl as one of the new generals. Wisecracks, especially like that, was her way of showing familiarity.
"Okey, but I won't value him like that. Only a commander."
"Yay!!" Katrina jumped up and down before hugging the shackled young woman.
Sesshomaru walked back to her when the ecstatic general skipped,oddly enough, out of the room [damn psycho]. He gave her a pleased look before unlocking her. Her wrists were still bleeding.
"Why won't it heal?"he asked gently.
"I'm half sprite, Commander,"she said, using his title as a new nickname,"Sprites don't heal like youkai.We heal like human."
He gently grabbed her hand, glancing at her, before licking the wound gently, sending a shiver up both of their spines. Hers at the feel, his at the taste. She tasted....different. To a demon who had tasted the blood of many, she was exquisite. It was almost intoxicating to him, like a fine wine that you couldn't get enough of. He stopped before he really began to lose it.
She looked down at her wrist and gasped. The wound was nothing but a small, diminishing scar. She looked at him. He smirked and raised an eyebrow before leading her out to show her her new quarters.
She was led to a room that's main theme was silver. The drapes, the bedding of the queen sized bed, the border , which was dragons and flames, the table, the chair, all in the silver. She took it all in, relaxing in the room.
"Your room is next to mine,"he said, moving to walk out," your things are put in the drawers, along with many other things. Clothing is behind that door,"he said, pointing to a closet,"and my room is behind the other door.If you need anything, do not hesitate."
He walked out, leaving her to her own devices. She looked around, making sure her stuff was where he said it was, before grabbing a hand-whittled flute. She plopped down on the bed and began playing a haunting tune. Little did she know, Sesshomaru stood behind her door, listening to her.
The song she played stirred something deep within him, in a place nothing could touch. It hit him where nothing other than his mother's death could even come close. His heart ached at the sound. It made him want to reach out and hold her, to tell her that everything was okey. He couldn't smell any tears, but he knew they threatened to come out.
He never really had listened to their conversation, and had many more questions to ask her. But, now that he looked back, he missed something she had said. trying to sound sarcastic, she revealed something to the Taiyoukai.
"When you raise yourself, there's not much you can do..."
While he had enjoyed his time with his family, she never did. They had either left her behind or died or just...disappeared. Sometimes people did that. Most of the time there's a reason.
The tune went to a less depressing note, sounding like the composer had hope for the future. Then it dropped back to the original pace.
Katarina played the song until there was no tomorrow, letting her anguish of the past come out in her music.
She whittled the flute herself out of an Alder branch, not finishing until the notes were perfect. Then she carves inscryptions into it, ones of fear, turmoil, sadness, but of hope and far off happiness. Then she composed songs onto it.
She stopped and put the flute away before getting up to explore her new home. When she opened the door, however, she got a suprised Sesshomaru staring at her. This gave her a huge suspicion that he was listening.
Which was shortly confirmed.
"I heard the song,"he said, slightly discomposed,"Did you make it yourself?"
"Yes, I did,"she said, her anger ebbing away bit by bit.
"It's beautiful,"he said,"But it seems so sad."
"I haven't had much to be happy about."
His intense gaze softened.
"Meet me in the dining room at six,"he said after a pregnant pause,"we'll start training there."
She nodded as he walked off.
She suddenly realized this was not what she expected.
She walked into the didng room at exactly six. Her long hair was braided into three long braids that reached to her hips. She had changed into a sleeveless black kimono that stopped at her ankles. She wore sandals that laced up halfway to her knee.
She bowed to Sesshomaru and Sutaasafaia before sitting down where Sesshomary indicated, which was next to him. She and Sutaasafaia began to talk about what she would be doing. He noticed her pale at the mention of her learning to dance. He smirked.
Katrina dashed in, bowing and quickly mumbling an apology before sitting down next to Sutaasafaia. She glanced at the seating arrangements before winking at her counterpart, who burst into a fit of giggles. Katrina followed soon after.
Laughter must be contagious, because soon after, Katarina burst out laughing as well. It was light and melodious, sounding like a song to Sesshomaru. He wondered what her singing sounded like. He smiled in spite of himself.
They calmed down a little while after. Dinner was served soon.Sesshomaru glanced at her posture, which was near perfect. He tilted her head up a little, trying to perfect it. She whipped around, her fiery glare latching to his icey gaze.
The two generals watched the scene somewhat suprised. When he mentioned training, they didn't think he would go right into it. but he did, without hindsight or warning. And they could see Katarina's suprise and annoyance.
The iceyness in Sesshomarus gaze and the sheer intensity of the fire in Katarina's eyes diminished, like ice melting over flame. But their eyes never left the other's. They both had the feeling that the other was peering into their soul, trying to heal the eternal sadness.
Finally, Katarina looked away, having enough of having her soul resplit and sown back together by someone she didn't know.
The general's were silent. But their minds thought the same.
Lord Sesshomaru is falling for General Katarina.....
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DL:Hey, I hoped you guys liked it. If not, oh, well. Ce la vi!
Sess: Are you okey?
DL: NO! And no psychiatrist will ever help me. Katarina's song is Enya's "Exile" on her Watermark album.
Spit: That's cool. I like her music.
DL:So do I. Here are reviewer responces:
Mirroringbeauty: Thanks! ::hands pocky:: Me and KC want to do a truth or dare ficcie. Wanna help?
Kitfoxgirl: Wow! How touching! ::sniffs:: I'm gonna miss the seniors too. Especially Bucky and Chris.
shan0: Hey! Thank for reviewing! Email me anytime and we can be buddies!
Spit: Only 3?
DL: I'm cool with that, but hey, you want more, ask for more. I'm all for quality, which is sooo you. Please r&r! Byes!!!!
Sess:I don't think anyone cares.
DL:I don't care if they care. I'm writing and that's final!
Inu:Ookey, that's nice. When do I come in.
DL: Never. You aren't in this fic. I'm still mad about the shove-the-authoress-into-a-closet-so-the-boys-can-go-get-drunk-while-I-figure-out-how-I-can-kill-
you idea of yours.
Inu:But we never went!
DL:That's because none of my closets lock, you moron. I'm gonna write, he's pissing me off.
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Sesshomaru walking into the room where the young woman was still sleeping.
The situaltion would be very...kinky, if he were to take advntage of the young beauty. She was lying on a bed that was covered head to foot with black sheets, in fact, the very silk ones that matched her kimono. Her arms and legs were shackled together and chained to the bed.
Like he thought, very kinky if he had no honor.
She stirred and moaned a little, before her eyes snapped open and she looked around. She tried to move, but she realized that she was shackled down. She let out an ear-piecing scream and started to struggle. Sesshomaru looked on as the bracket to her hands began to rip from the wall.
He caught the smell of blood and saw that her wrists had begun bleeding from all of the struggling. He walked over to her and held her still.She let out another ear-piecing shriek, knowing that it would harm his sensitive ears.
If it did, she didn't show it. He held his ground against the obstinate creature under his grasp, trying to get her to stop. She would undoubtedly hurt herself worse if he let her continue like this.
She finally stopped, gasping for air. He looked into her eyes and saw slight defeat. For some strange reason, he hated that look. He shook off the feeling mercilessly and tried to talk a little to her, to get her used to the fact that she wasn't going anywhere until he did.
"Child,"he said, demandingly,"Who are you?"
"My name's Katarina,"she said, dejctedly,"I don't know WHO I am in the sense you might be thinking."
"Where are you from?"
"The Moon,"she said sarcasticly.
"Seriously,"he said, giving her a glare.
"I live nowhere, I'm from nowhere,"she said, her voice dropping a notch.
"What are you?"
"I'm half moon demon and half fire prite,"she said, her voice dropping again.
He looked at her in a different light. Both species were extremely rare, but to find a hanyou of both was like finding a piece of gold in a trash dig. But it was the reason they were so rare that made him the most curious about her.
"I saw you and the pig youkai, child-"
"Do not talk to me like that. I've told you my name, so use it."
"You have tactical genius I haven't seen in ages, apart from my generals."He said, continuing,"But our army is too big for just two generals and the commander. I want you to be my new general."
Katarina raised her eyebrow. The fact that he blalantly told her what he wanted and she didn't have a retort to throw at him to make him think twice. She pondered him slightly. He was something different. She went back to the thought of him being a god in his past life and was sure that he was.
"What do I have to do,"she said, somewhat defeated.
"I'm going to train you,"he said, a little sad that she gave up so quickly,"In the art of fighting, public events, and talking, since it seems you only know retorts."
"When you raise yourself, there's not much you can do, ya' moron,"she said, meaning to sound harsh, but not quite making it.
He sensed alot of sadness in her.He looked into her eyes, but before he saw anything, she turned away. He realized something. It wasn't sadness he heard, but loneliness. They had alot more in common than he suspected at first. His mother had died when he was little, then his father deserted him for a human and a hanyou.
Katrina walked into the room. She raised her eyebrow at the two of them, pondering what they were doing. Sesshomaru gave her a glare that could chill the fire in a volcano. She, however, wasn't a volcano, and she was completely used to the icey glares. He sighed in slight defeat and walked away from the bed.
"So,"Katrina asked,"did he ask you to be the new general?"
"No,"Katarina said angrily,"he demanded."
"Well, will you?"
"Uh..."
"Please! Come on, we need another general to command the stupid army! That and Sesshomaru needs someone he can talk to other than us, if you know what I mean."
Katarina and Sesshomaru gave her increduous, blushing glares. They barely knew each other and the general was already making wisecracks.
Sesshomaru shook his head. Katrina had already accepted the girl as one of the new generals. Wisecracks, especially like that, was her way of showing familiarity.
"Okey, but I won't value him like that. Only a commander."
"Yay!!" Katrina jumped up and down before hugging the shackled young woman.
Sesshomaru walked back to her when the ecstatic general skipped,oddly enough, out of the room [damn psycho]. He gave her a pleased look before unlocking her. Her wrists were still bleeding.
"Why won't it heal?"he asked gently.
"I'm half sprite, Commander,"she said, using his title as a new nickname,"Sprites don't heal like youkai.We heal like human."
He gently grabbed her hand, glancing at her, before licking the wound gently, sending a shiver up both of their spines. Hers at the feel, his at the taste. She tasted....different. To a demon who had tasted the blood of many, she was exquisite. It was almost intoxicating to him, like a fine wine that you couldn't get enough of. He stopped before he really began to lose it.
She looked down at her wrist and gasped. The wound was nothing but a small, diminishing scar. She looked at him. He smirked and raised an eyebrow before leading her out to show her her new quarters.
She was led to a room that's main theme was silver. The drapes, the bedding of the queen sized bed, the border , which was dragons and flames, the table, the chair, all in the silver. She took it all in, relaxing in the room.
"Your room is next to mine,"he said, moving to walk out," your things are put in the drawers, along with many other things. Clothing is behind that door,"he said, pointing to a closet,"and my room is behind the other door.If you need anything, do not hesitate."
He walked out, leaving her to her own devices. She looked around, making sure her stuff was where he said it was, before grabbing a hand-whittled flute. She plopped down on the bed and began playing a haunting tune. Little did she know, Sesshomaru stood behind her door, listening to her.
The song she played stirred something deep within him, in a place nothing could touch. It hit him where nothing other than his mother's death could even come close. His heart ached at the sound. It made him want to reach out and hold her, to tell her that everything was okey. He couldn't smell any tears, but he knew they threatened to come out.
He never really had listened to their conversation, and had many more questions to ask her. But, now that he looked back, he missed something she had said. trying to sound sarcastic, she revealed something to the Taiyoukai.
"When you raise yourself, there's not much you can do..."
While he had enjoyed his time with his family, she never did. They had either left her behind or died or just...disappeared. Sometimes people did that. Most of the time there's a reason.
The tune went to a less depressing note, sounding like the composer had hope for the future. Then it dropped back to the original pace.
Katarina played the song until there was no tomorrow, letting her anguish of the past come out in her music.
She whittled the flute herself out of an Alder branch, not finishing until the notes were perfect. Then she carves inscryptions into it, ones of fear, turmoil, sadness, but of hope and far off happiness. Then she composed songs onto it.
She stopped and put the flute away before getting up to explore her new home. When she opened the door, however, she got a suprised Sesshomaru staring at her. This gave her a huge suspicion that he was listening.
Which was shortly confirmed.
"I heard the song,"he said, slightly discomposed,"Did you make it yourself?"
"Yes, I did,"she said, her anger ebbing away bit by bit.
"It's beautiful,"he said,"But it seems so sad."
"I haven't had much to be happy about."
His intense gaze softened.
"Meet me in the dining room at six,"he said after a pregnant pause,"we'll start training there."
She nodded as he walked off.
She suddenly realized this was not what she expected.
She walked into the didng room at exactly six. Her long hair was braided into three long braids that reached to her hips. She had changed into a sleeveless black kimono that stopped at her ankles. She wore sandals that laced up halfway to her knee.
She bowed to Sesshomaru and Sutaasafaia before sitting down where Sesshomary indicated, which was next to him. She and Sutaasafaia began to talk about what she would be doing. He noticed her pale at the mention of her learning to dance. He smirked.
Katrina dashed in, bowing and quickly mumbling an apology before sitting down next to Sutaasafaia. She glanced at the seating arrangements before winking at her counterpart, who burst into a fit of giggles. Katrina followed soon after.
Laughter must be contagious, because soon after, Katarina burst out laughing as well. It was light and melodious, sounding like a song to Sesshomaru. He wondered what her singing sounded like. He smiled in spite of himself.
They calmed down a little while after. Dinner was served soon.Sesshomaru glanced at her posture, which was near perfect. He tilted her head up a little, trying to perfect it. She whipped around, her fiery glare latching to his icey gaze.
The two generals watched the scene somewhat suprised. When he mentioned training, they didn't think he would go right into it. but he did, without hindsight or warning. And they could see Katarina's suprise and annoyance.
The iceyness in Sesshomarus gaze and the sheer intensity of the fire in Katarina's eyes diminished, like ice melting over flame. But their eyes never left the other's. They both had the feeling that the other was peering into their soul, trying to heal the eternal sadness.
Finally, Katarina looked away, having enough of having her soul resplit and sown back together by someone she didn't know.
The general's were silent. But their minds thought the same.
Lord Sesshomaru is falling for General Katarina.....
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DL:Hey, I hoped you guys liked it. If not, oh, well. Ce la vi!
Sess: Are you okey?
DL: NO! And no psychiatrist will ever help me. Katarina's song is Enya's "Exile" on her Watermark album.
Spit: That's cool. I like her music.
DL:So do I. Here are reviewer responces:
Mirroringbeauty: Thanks! ::hands pocky:: Me and KC want to do a truth or dare ficcie. Wanna help?
Kitfoxgirl: Wow! How touching! ::sniffs:: I'm gonna miss the seniors too. Especially Bucky and Chris.
shan0: Hey! Thank for reviewing! Email me anytime and we can be buddies!
Spit: Only 3?
DL: I'm cool with that, but hey, you want more, ask for more. I'm all for quality, which is sooo you. Please r&r! Byes!!!!