Chapter 1: Of oil and roses
Stepping in front of her mirror, Kirara surveyed herself, with black hip hugging jeans, grey, shirt and black box jacket, her blonde tipped black hair stood out even more. Sighing she walked over to her dresser and whipped open a small locked panel, at the bottom of this panel was a lock of hair, tying it about her neck like a choker, all demonic attributes vanished. Look up at her clock she saw that it was soon to be 3:30, if she wanted to keep her job and get to Sesshoumaru's house or mansion on time then she would have to hurry. Grabbing her massage kit from near her front door she exited her apartment and took the elevator to the lobby, like most New Yorkers, Kirara did not own a car as she did not want the hassle of finding parking space. As she walked past the boutique lined walkway she saw her bus leaving the stop which was a few feet in front of her. Re adjusting her grip on her bag, she ran, stilettos clacking on the concrete. Boarding the bus in time she saw that there were no available seats left, most being occupied by young men, she found herself thinking 'Chivalry is dead, I wonder if Sesshoumaru would make room for his lady?' Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she was surprised that her stop was coming up. Starting up the long street at which the end Sesshoumaru lived, a slick silver Lamourgini Diablo rolled to a stop next to her and the door opened. Looking curiously inside, she saw the man or demon rather that she had been thinking about just a few moments earlier. Decked out his favourite colours, silver and white was Sesshoumaru indicating for Kirara to enter. Stepping within she placed her duffel bag on her lap, not bothering to put on her seatbelt, as her employer's house was just moments from where they currently parked. Pulling to a stop in front of the door, they alighted the few steps that led to the huge double doors they entered. Sesshoumaru entered first, flicking the door shut behind them he turned into a side passage indicating that Kirara should follow. As she followed the figure in front of her, she was surprised that the hall did not contain any decoration aside from two raquets that were on a wall-mounted rack, as she neared the wall that they were under she felt a dark, enticing aura, walking forward as if in a trance, she barely registered a sheet thrown over her before she was whisked away. As suddenly as it had been placed it was lifted and she was in a small wooden wall room with a massage table in front of her with Sesshoumaru laying upon it, waiting for her to continue. Flipping Sesshoumaru's hair of his back and over his head, she poured warm body oil over his back. "Kirara," Sesshoumaru began, "I'd like for you to incorporate the roses in the platter sitting there." Following Sesshoumaru's gesture Kirara saw a crystal stand upon which were dozens of rose petals, arranged to look like a real rose. 'Does he want me to rub these on his body? I suppose so,' lifting a handful of petals she walked back to Sesshoumaru, letting the petals cascade of her hand and onto his skin, where they floated atop the oil, like lilies in a pond.