"Three things never anger,

Or else you will not live for long,

A wolf with cubs, a man with power,

And a woman's sense of wrong."

-Copyright Mercede Lackey.

If you ever get the chance, do read her books, this bit came from Oathblood, though the books go Oathbound, Oathbreakers, then Oathblood(Oathblood is a collection of short stories about Tarma and Kethry). This excerpt is the reason why I'm writing this fanfic. For some reason, I asked myself 'What would a Warlord's sense of wrong be?'

But before I go on, Kiseki was a character that I created years ago. Normally she is an Ermine Anthro with two-toned hair, but again, I have gone and twisted one of my already made characters to fit what is needed.

All things Ronin Warriors copyright Sunrise Animation... ;-; Can't I at least have Talpa? Pleeeeaassseeeee, I'll trade banana pancakes for him?

And MUCH thanks to Isabel Night for the first review, and a nice serious one at that!

No one noticed that Dais had something on his mind back at The Dynasty, for the fact was Dais almost always had something on his mind. Cale didn't even notice Dais' overly loud groan when he went charging out of the dining hall after Sekhmet who just stole and took off with his steak. Hopefully tomorrow would yield less yelling.
Dais' plan was to arrive outside of the cafe early, and that he did. He used a glamor, or illusion, that made him appear as someone else was one that allowed each person to see someone different, a person who seemed only slightly familiar, enough not to seem suspicious, and not too much that a person would approach to say 'hi'.

Fortunately it wasn't long before he spotted Kiseki down the street, walking at her leisure rather than running today. Dais turned to watch the street lights as she slipped through the cafe's doors. He willed his Illusion to fade to each person as they looked away, and entered a minute after her, appearing entirely as himself.

"Nice to see you again." The Warlord spoke as he merely glanced at her. Kiseki started wringing a paper she had picked up next to the door after she entered, and said nothing. Dais frowned. "I won't bite, I would just like to have some company for breakfast." That got a shrug out of her.

After they both ordered and collected napkins, they sat down at a table near the back corner. Kiseki still had not spoken.

"So, Kiseki, what do you do for a living?" Dais leaned back in the chair and took a sip of coffee, taking time to read her fully.

"I uh...work in an antique shop." Her eyes were focused on the floor while nibbling on her bagel. Dais couldn't help but grin.

"What kind of antiques?"

"Vases, rugs, glass, plates, toys, jewelry, lots of stuff, nothing particular, once in a while we get some really ancient stuff. The pride and joy of the shop is a big Greek Gnathia ware Patera." Kiseki started to speak up.

"Really? I have some Imperial Russian pieces, Faberge watermarked, that you might enjoy."

"How did you get your hands on them?" Kiseki's eyes widen. That hooked her like a hound picking up a scent. Maybe that would be a bad comparison, but it was the only one Dais could think of at the moment.

"A close friend of mine. He knows I like to collect." It was true. Cale had been in Russia on several occasions and brought back some really amazing works of arts and crafts for Dais. The Warlord of Corruption and Decay liked to come back bearing gifts that the others couldn't resist. That way if he ever needed the others to cover for him, they were fit to be tied. Luckily, Cale rarely ever asked.

"He must've paid a fortune!" Dais simply shrugged at that remark with a mental smirk. It was doubtful Cale ever paid for anything. The shadows that he moved in allowed him to steal with ease, so why would Cale do anything else?

"I guess you're interested then?" He smiled, not smirked, but actually smiled. Then she smiled.

"Of course!" Even though her whole attitude changed, there was still the vague hint of pain. Was it really pain?

"Well, I could bring a couple of pieces along with me tomorrow-"

"I can't tomorrow- Kiseki cut him off and paused, thinking. "Thursday would work if that's okay with you?"

"That would be fine." He took a bite out of one of the biscuits while Kiseki looked at her watch.

"Shhh...I got to." She stood up and gathered the half of her bagel, juice, and paper. "Um...I didn't get your name?"

"Dais." Kiseki nodded a little.

"Okay, Dais, nice meeting you, and I'll see you Thursday."

"Later Kiseki." After she left, Dais continued to ponder about the woman. It was through her work that he was able to break the barrier that allowed her to speak. In a way, it was likely that he was 'safe' due to being a potential customer/dealer, which was fair. Even if there wasn't a problem, he thought she would be interesting to get to know.

If you catch grammar mistake, please email them to me or if you are so kind to give a review, feel to give constructive criticism, I can take it people! X3 I am an artist as well and I learn through such as well as through doing. So have at.

-Karj -