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Arashi felt it deep inside his gut, it was a numbing ice that was slowly paralyzing him… He felt his fingers bleeding from the cut pieces of ceramic, and looked down at his spilled rice. Midori threw her miso soup, which clipped the top of his head before hitting the back of the wall. She pulled away from the table and sat back staring at him with a barely controlled rage.

"No one speaks to me like that! I am the princess of Amon Su!"

Arashi straightened motioning the servants to say back, his tongue was heavy like lead. His mouth was dry, married to this… Girl…

"Say you are sorry, you ill bred half breed!" she began again

Arashi closed his eyes, feeling his father's half of his blood beginning to boil " I can't, you are insulting the people I care for, wife."

He opened his eyes once more and standing slowly closed the distance between them, his yukata stained with tofu and bits of seaweed.

She backed herself farther into the corner, her long kimono hopelessly tangled. She couldn't get up, much less move.

Arashi sat beside her and reached out, Midori held her breath as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His bloody hand staining her hair.

"What are you doing?" she exhaled her voice icy. Arashi didn't look at her, his beautiful eyes seemed far away.

"I'm…" he muttered, now focusing on her face

"I'm wondering why you are such a terrible creature"

Midori colored a violent shade of purple "I am a full demon and you, you're"

"I have more feeling in my pinky finger then you have in your whole body." He took her hand.

"That is what makes me warm and what makes you cold." He pressed his cheek to her trembling hand.

"See even your body isn't as warm as mine."

Midori was stunned was this boy really that thick; his face seemed to be a pleasant mask. But… Secretly she was afraid of him, afraid of the son of the Lord of the Western Lands. He hadn't shown an ounce of anger toward her in the last few minutes… What game was he playing?

"I am going to try to get along with you Midori and I hope you will at least cooperate a little. We are going to be courting for a few months before our fathers set up the wedding. So I suggest you and I become a little more then enemies."

Was he really twelve? Midori mouth had fallen open and then she relaxed, his warm blood running down her white arm.

She put her head down "I-I'm sorry, I really don't like… What my father has done, what I said was for you to hate me so maybe you would go to your father he would call it off…"

Arashi let go of her hand and sat back on his heels a sudden bright light in his eyes

"I have a plan."