Hi, Aabalany again...

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Mmmmkay, here's the story, thank you again for reading!


20of February, 1650. Thursday

It's snowing today. Damn this 17th century insulation, it's freezing in my rooms...considering I like the cold, but that's beside the point! I'm sitting on my bed with my hair down, fooled one of my servants, she thought I was one of my mistresses. Sesshoumaru went to his home this morning. He's not been gone 15 minutes and I miss him already.

I haven't spoken to my Father, and that's rather difficult seeing as I had to attend a meeting this morning where he wouldn't stop flapping his kisser and asked my opinion in every topic that was brought up. I shared my views, that I won't get into right now, but I have a lingering gut feeling that I didn't say what he wanted to hear. After all, I'm known to have quite a mouth.

It was a meeting to discuss our "move", as my Father likes to say, on the rebels. They are supposedly hiding somewhere near the northwestern boundaries of Tilbury and are being led by Gerard Liffran, just for your reference. I stopped listening but I did hear a great deal of war. Blood-thirsty scoundrels.

I've also been thinking a great deal of what my Father said...

"...This will not work. If you want to live in peace you will not live in this region..."

Perhaps he thinks that I would go out and do something rash, like-like--run away or something...

Well, there's a thought.
But then again that would be rash; I'd prove him right if I did that. I automatically assume he thinks I'm an irresponsible little hooligan...
But, really that is a thought. I would give anything to be with Sesshoumaru. I would think if we didn't run away, it would be okay.

Hmmm, I've got good looks now lets see if I've got the smarts to match...How do you run away without actually running away?

I would think up an excuse to get out of Maldon. The war everyone's been going on about is very convenient. I would have a little sit down with my Father...to be to the point I could always just play the damsel in distress and say:

'Oh, My! Dear Father! What am I to do? We have been entrusted with Japanese royalty…and we can't even get him out of this war-ridden country! I know! I could take him somewhere...Heavens forbid he get in harms way!'

That should work but, knowing my Father like I do, he'll just say I was being melodramatic.

On to lighter talk, I'm much to attached to this home.
My home isn't a castle necessarily, but it is close. It's a rather gothic style, and it reminds me of the Notre Dame Cathedral...

My Father takes so much pride in his home, he's named it. Gregory, nonetheless.

'Gregory' has long corridors and many stories. Which means many flights of stairs...so ascending these many stairs gave me time to think...?
I found myself wondering how I met Sesshoumaru, but it's coming back to me.

I remember it was 1643, I was seven. I'm fourteen now, if I haven't mentioned.

His Father, Hijime-heika of Hagashima (A/N: I just made that up, I don't think it's real) was meeting with my father and he brought the little angel with him. Due to weather and traveling complications they had to stay for a great deal of time (3-4 months due to monsoon season). I remember Sesshoumaru, always smiling and nodding at the right times, looking as sweet as pie. I, as expected, was quite a mischievous little twit...

I remember I was very quick on my feet and was always coming up with pranks to pull. Well, I tried to be classic with Sesshoumaru like tying his shoes together, braiding his hair onto the tassels of the chairs, hiding his clothes when he bathed, doing horrid things to his food (but I always found myself stopping him before he got to eat it, I suppose I'm a bit to soft to tamper with people's food), hiding in his closet and popping out when he went to go get his robes, making fun of him, tripping him, making fake fart sounds behind him, lying on him, pushing him into the lake, telling him scary rumors and legends, telling him if he went into the water he would get sucked up by a sea squid, giving him candy and snatching it away, telling him he had gum in his hair and he had to cut if off before it multiplied and took over his brain (at this he always ran around creaming 'AAAAAHHHHHHH! Nawaku said there's gum in my hai'ya and I can't ge'dit ouuuuuuuuuuut! And Nawaku said if I don't ge'dit ouuuuut, it would multiply and take over my brain!' It would be the cutest thing I had ever seen. His hands were entangled in his hair, wearing his signature pout, and abnormally large green eyes with wisps of silver hair down in them, and pale crème skin).

As you can guess the list does indeed go on...and on, and I started to get creative with it, too. Anyways when I finally accepted defeat (he tied my hair to the bed-posts, and I have a terrible habit of shooting straight up from my sleep). To make amends, I invited him to sleep over in my rooms (Oh, get over it! We were six! --perverts--). We listened to opera, well, more he listened to opera and I asked..."What the hell are they saying?". Did he just say 'pancake'?", "Why the hell is he talking about pancakes?", "What's a Pagliacci?", "Why in the hell are they yelling so loud?", "How are they talking AND singing at the same time!", and his reply would be something along the lines of, "It's in Italian, and they are clowns, and they are sad!" So don't be mean to them!". Now, what ever country, religion, race, and political standpoint, you cannot tell me that was not the cutest thing you have ever imagined...a six year old Sesshoumaru..with huge green eyes, hair longer than he was tall, an extremely innocent aire, and a pout that would put the Lord of Darkness himself to shame, wearing a white night-gown, 'saying not to be mean to the sad clowns'. But anyway, I had to say something to this,

"Why are the clowns sad? They're clowns, they're s'possed to be happy all the time!", I was genuinely baffled.

"Well, what if the clowns are under paid and they don't like being funny--", He stood up with his hands on his hips and stared down at me.

"Well, who ever said that they had to be funny, they just gotta make us laugh, right?". What can I say? I was six?

"Well then, they'll wiggle on the ground with hurts and boo-boo's and stuffs, will that be funny?", he had his hands on his hips and he looked fierce, NO! I wasn't going down without a fight!

"YES!", He then sat down on the bed Indian style (from his previous position of standing up to make himself seem bigger than me for good measure of the argument), and looked me straight in the eyes and said...

"You have the mind of a common criminal! That's mean! If you were a clown, I wouldn't laugh at you. I would th'ow rotten ve-ge-tables at you!", he stuck his tongue out at me so I grabbed it...my Father did that to me once when I mouthed off and it got me to shut up so I figure, 'What the hell, right?'...

Wrong...

He just sat there and looked at me like I was a madman.

Awwww, he's so cute! And I guess he's kinda pretty too! I s'pose I could let him go. Dammit all!

This was the first sign of my growing a soft spot for him...

"What the fuck is wrong with you?", he said.

"I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru.", WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?, I had said it before I could register what it was I was saying.

He started to blush, and looked down and started to mumble something...

"Is'okay.", then he looked up, and in the dimly lit room it seemed as if his luminous green eyes were glow in the dark..

He gave me a hug. And it's only now that I realize how sweet that really was! Naturally I hugged him back, and even though it probably lasted for a quick 15 seconds, and as cliché as it sounds, it really did feel like forever. Not that I minded or anything.

He pulled away and before I knew it, I had given him a sweet kiss on the lips.

He was wide-eyed when I pulled back, and his face was like the lobster we had for dinner the day before!...

That was my first kiss with what was soon to be, my Sesshoumaru...

Soon I found myself at my Father's bedroom doors, and--What? This is a first!
Who knew that when you really have cold feet, it comes with little stomach flips, and wildly profuse blushing!

Not to mention actual physically cold feet..

Come now Naraku, you can do this! What's the worst that could happen? I tried to reassure myself...

-Naraku de'Malone

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OOOOKAAAAY!

I'm sorry for the attempted humor!

I love Pagliacci, and I know they act alittle too much for their age but, that's what makes it fun, ne?

I'm happy with this chapter! Flames will be used to boil Sesshoumaru's and Naraku's lobster! But are welcomed anyways!

Sesshoumaru: Why do I have green eyes? Clearly, human wench, my eyes are a-

Naraku: Mmmhmm, Whatever Sesshoumaru, their not in this story! and that's why Authoress Aabalany wont give you a cookie!

Sesshoumaru: I need not human food, kumo-teme!

Naraku: See, you should enjoy the finer things in life! Like human food, controlling peoples' little brothers with tainted jewel shards...sex. looks at Sesshoumaru with a seductive gaze and pulls his innermost haori down, revealing his perfectly slender, frosty neck. That seemed to be as soft and silky as his hair….
Sesshoumaru: nosebleed, WHAT IS THAT? OH, ALRIGHT, IM COMING RIN! exit through the wall
Naraku: satisfied smile, high-fives Aabalany
Aabalany: Cookie, darling?
Naraku: Always.

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