They say the weak crumble under the pressures of life, and the strong stand tall protecting as many as they can. But with so few out there that are superior it is only logical that many of the feeble will disappear, become nothing more than a memory and a fear. Who is it that decides who is strong and who is weak? Where do the ties of power lie? It is nothing more than a quest, a desire, a patronage to the glorious tomorrow.
Then again, the truly exceptional are those out there to protect themselves and the ones they love from anything and anyone. Those are our heroes, our self sacrificing champions. However, the fact remains that not all will aspire to these heights; who can be the hero? And who will fall into despair?


By the time the castle came into view for the traveling youkai, the sky had darkened further and almost no sun escaped the seal of the clouds. The wind blew fierce, the air trembled from the building of the electricity. Far in the distance a crack sounded, followed by a low rumble that echoed to the ground, leaving it to quiver. But neither demon let an expression show upon their face; to them the rain meant nothing. But then again, they only had the confidence to mock the weather only as they were arriving at the doors of shelter, if they were still in the field traveling as they spoke of they would have received, a wet, retribution.
At the doors they were greeted by a guard whom was surprised to see them, and was left nearly speechless as they stared down upon with equal looks of impatience.
"You have arrived early, My Lord," he managed through his complete bewilderment. "Please, I am sure our Lord Fado would be honored if you took your roam of the castle for it looks of rain outside," the guard continued to speak through a fluttered grammar.
"Thank you, but do tell him of our arrival," the Great Dog Lord spoke as he freely entered the castle doors. Almost as if a duplicate, Sesshomaru entered after his father and slowly scanned the entrance hoping to see more startled looks for their early arrival. And to his pleasure the next person they came upon was Kestrel; whom for the first time caught Sesshomaru's attention and welcoming.
Her long strands of golden hair hung loosely upon her face, as her soft magenta eyes sparkled behind the veils of pale amber. Though she was not smiling her face held a dignity that was overlookable, because of her protruding breasts. The very curves of her body were alluring, and nearly impossible to ignore; and Sesshomaru found himself captivated with the gentle flow of her contours made bold by her tight ensemble.
"My Lord," she gasped quickly bowing, making her breasts jiggle. "I had no idea that you had arrived already, my apologies for not being there to greet you," she said bowing again. Touga cleared his throat loudly, before he preceded in speaking; the younger youkai was instantly averted from Kestrel's spell.
"We were told we could simply wander, where is your sister?" he asked with slight amusement.
"She is in the hall, I believe she is accompanied by Makar," Kestrel responded with yet another bow. The Great Dog Lord nodded to her before he continued to walk past her, while his son on the other hand was stalled somewhat; only following his father after he once more cleared his throat.

Sesshomaru knew his way around the Northern castle, for not only had he seen every inch of it; but he did spend a good two months there everyfive years. So finding the largest room of the castle was an easy feat, one that he attempted to take slowly. Because after seeing Kestrel, he knew he was about to be incredibly disappointed by Calpurnia for still be nothing more than a child.
"I should have mentioned this earlier, but I didn't think it would have to be told of you," Touga stopped just outside the large double doors to the Main Hall. The young demon stiffened his face as he prepared to be lectured on his interactions with others, for he was never much of a talker. "It is not polite to stare," he said, leaving his son startled. Stare? But at what was he staring?
But his own denial was interrupted by the new air within the hall, accompanied by a fast rhythmic music. Curiosity was the new emotion, and at his father's side he entered quickly surveying the area. But half way through the inspection his eyes stopped upon the two that moved about the center of the hall. A male demon that had to have been just years older than himself, holding the hand of a demoness whom moved with the music in a smooth and delicate manner. And because he didn't recognize her right away, he simply marveled in the glow of her appearance. For in that dimmed light, her soft brown hair shined as it trailed behind her movements adding to the grace of it all. Her figure was long and lithe, her muscles like tempered steel encased in satin. And upon the occasion she wore a blue gossamer that clung to every curve and sinew with a gentle allure. In simple terms it would be said this of age youkai was mesmerized with the woman before him; a woman who was truly not a woman at all.
The male dancer that moved withthe femalestuck his hand out, gently stopping her body as he held her hip; while trailing his opposite hand down her other side. Sesshomaru was envious of the closeness at which he held her, and as he slowly pulled his hand across her stomach a new feeling enshrouded him; anger. For at that moment, the female opened her eyes, flashing the room with her wondrous silver stare. But the anger was momentarily pushed aside as Sesshomaru gaped; how could this be his Calpurnia? She was so womanly, and not at all child like; she even had breasts, that somehow shocked him. It was made very clear at this moment that she was female, and he was male.
And as if it were his recognizable trait InuTaisho cleared his throat, interrupting the focused dancing of the rooms original occupants. Cal turned quickly and met their gaze with a smile, one that made Sesshomaru's stomach weak; there was no way that was Calpurnia.
"Lord InuTaisho!" she exclaimed as she made her way over to them; abandoning the other male demon, which thoroughly satisfied Sesshomaru. "I can't believe you're here already," she said quickly bowing, which the bewitched youkai refused to notice.
"You dance with such grace, have you been fencing long?" his father asked, almost as he expected her to look like this; while he, Sesshomaru, still thought it was a joke.
Cal quickly became panicked as his father said this,
"Forgive my rudeness but could you not bring that up? My father still finds it unbecoming of a female to hold a weapon," she said bitterly, which was odd because Calpurnia had never been bitter. "Oh, I should welcome you properly," she said, instantly reverting to her former mood. "My Good Lord InuTaisho," she said bowing again; and as before the young demon boy looked else where. "Sesshomaru, now that you are of age this may seem unworthy of you, but I don't care," she said, as so many times before, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. His body stiffened, because even with his armor in place he still felt her breasts press against his chest; and he uneasily looked around as she waited for him to return to hug. Slowly he brought a hand up, and touched the small of her back in an uncertain manner.
She pulled back and looked at him questioningly. "What's wrong with you, are you too good to speak to me now?" she pouted with her lower lip sticking out farther. But he was not speaking simply because he didn't want too, for she had been the only one he truly did converse with. But he was not talking because he was still hopelessly dumbfounded by the situation. Before him a reckless child stood who had somehow become the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
Her pout melted away, and she came to glower at him now for his offensive behavior.
"My Lord, you should excuse me. I need to change into the kimono my father had wanted me to greet you in, if he found me in this he would be less then approachable," she said, now ignoring him.
"Of course, I will see you at dinner ," Touga nodded as he turned to leave the hall.
"I'll walk you," Sesshomaru managed to say, which caught Cal's attention. And with a sly smile responded,
"Why thank you for being civil". And in the carefree way she always seemed to hold, she took his hand and started for the hall; all the while her dance partner watching angrily.

"So, can you forgive me?" she asked as they walked down the winded hallway side by side. Sesshomaru looked up from the floor, and snuck a glance out of the corner of his eye towards her.
"What did you do?" he asked perplexed with the question.
"I wasn't there for you coming of age ceremony, I was going to be but my father refused to let me leave our lands. So forgive me?" she asked with a bit of hilarity in her voice.
"There is nothing to forgive," he responded simply. Which Cal was provoked with, he always gave her a challenge when he first arrived. But before she could counter she stopped in front of a door, while her escort continued walking.
"This is my room, did you forget?" she teased. He gave her a snarl as he followed her into the room, a room he had been in so many times. But somehow it seemed foreign to him this instance.
Cal walked over to her bed where the Kimono lie, and Sesshomaru took the chair that faced away from the bed; waiting for her to enter her private bath to change. But she did not go in; instead she simply dropped her current dress leaving her body exposed to everything in the room. Quickly Sesshomaru averted his eyes to the window, but found it incredibly difficult to keep them there. And slowly, his need to peek won, and he slowly turned his head and watched the bare skin of her back. And how with every motion her muscles elongated and pulled upon her skin so softly that they teased him with a silent yearning.

Cal quickly slipped on the kimono grumbling about having to dress nicely, when she would rather where plain clothes. She never found any interest in the concept of impressing others, and found matters such as this eluding to her mind.
Once she closed it, she looked down at the obi with disgust; she could never tie these things. So instead she turned to her childhood friend; who snapped his head back to the window so fast, he almost threw himself out of the chair.
"Can you tie my obi?" she asked with an eyebrow raised, he was sure acting peculiar today. Than to add to the whole suspicion on the situation, he rose and turned to her, still holding a bit of a neutral face; though his eyes seemed to be burning. She shrugged it off as she handed him the cloth and turned her back to him once more.
Sesshomaru stood there with the cloth in hand, and watched her back; he had never tied an obi in his life, what was he going to do? He hoped that she would not notice the poor job, and decided to go along with her request; for some reason he wanted to please her.
So he reached around her body with the silk strip and pulled it across her abdomen, where he stood holding both ends at her back. Silently he gulped as he attempted to tie it into a decent looking knot; which looked more like a strangled ball of yarn. When he finished he let his hands fall back down to his sides, where he stood as she turned to face him with a smile.
"Oh Lady Calpurnia, you have finally changed. Master Sesshomaru, my look how much you have grown!" exclaimed a voice from the door. Both turn to see their former caretaker, Micha beaming as she watched them.
"I agree Micha, though he was a small scratch on his nose; did you get that in training?" Cal asked, as she touched the scab lightly with her pinky. Sesshomaru's eyes give a glimmer as he wondered how he got that cut, but then immediately remembered the escapade with the tree.
"Yes, I did," he lied, hoping she would not sense the thud in his chest.
"Listen to that grown up voice!" squealed Micha. "You've just gotten so big, I don't know what to do with you," she laughed.
"Micha your embarrassing him," Cal scolded.
"Oh no I am not, look at him. He doesn't mind hearing such compliments! You must have quite the following of young girls after you already," she continued to tease.
"She's right you know," Cal said to him, as she playfully scrunched her nose. "My friends from the south were begging to come so they could try and speak with you," she said as she playfully nudged his arm. The male youkai gave an annoyed grunt, for he had met these girls Cal spoke of. He wanted none of their attention, for some reason the queasy feeling in his own stomach was pleading to gain Cal's interest. And every time she looked to him, or even smiled his way the feeling would intensify leaving him dizzy.
"Oh, I came here to tell you that Sir Makar is looking to speak with you before dinner is served," Micha said, giving herself a small tap on the head. Sesshomaru turned to catch Cal's expression, which seemed to be a smile; he cringed.
"Come, I'll introduce you," she said, once more taking his hand and leading him about. But once they had gotten out into the hallway Makar was standing there. Cal let go of Sesshomaru's hand and happily nodded to the intruding demon; who then turned to him, giving a smile as Cal looked to him. But the instance her eyes let his face and found his, Makar shot Sesshomaru a deadly look.
"Sesshomaru this is Makar, Makar this is Sesshomaru".


There was chapter 3; I hope you liked it, I hope it was funny and etc.

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