Chapter 3
He held out a pair of yukatas and a kimono. Taking several steps back I waved my arms in front of me. There is no way I would wear that. I'm a tomboy to the heart, I wear my black hair in a ponytail, and my wardrobe consists of the gothic- skaters look. In my closet or belongings you will never, NEVER, find a dress or anything that comes close/or resembles a dress.
"If you want to meet my mother I suggest you wear this."
Then a thought entered how did he acquire these items? Staying in my spot I asked what I just thought. "How did you get these?"
"That is none of your concern. Now take these and put them on, time is running out."
"Do I have to? And what do you mean 'it's none of my concern'?" I took a couple of steps forward. "I need to know doggy." The wheels started to turn, then it hit me, "you scared the merchant didn't you?" No reply. How dare he but still. . . .
Grabbing the kimono and sandals I walked behind some bushes and changed. Emerging fully dressed I took a step I started to lean forward like the tower in Pisa. "Heeelp me!"
Shyla ran to me and grab hold of me just in time. "It's harder than it looks." As Shyla guided me like a girl scout aiding a granny crossing the street.
"I think I got it." Shyla let go. Taking a few steps, I started to lean forward. Flapping my arms wildly I called for help. Instead of Shyla, it was Sesshoumaru who came.
"I see that this is going to take a while."
"No duh, Sherlock, what gave you that idea?" He cocked his head. I just waved off the comment. Right now all my attention was focused on how to walk with these things.
I felt like I was being trained to ride a bike again, but replacing the bike was the shoes, are they shoes or sandals? Forget it. So I practiced and practiced, each time I ended up falling on my face or on my ass.
The two of them just watched me. I could tell that I was progressing, because I drew a line every time I fell, my goal was to reach the giant oak tree where I wrote in my journal.
It was late afternoon and Sesshoumaru stood up, "here" he threw another kimono on to Shyla's lap and pair of the footwear as well.
"Wait does this mean I get to go to?"
He just nodded his head in response.
"Why?"
"I know for a fact that she will not go anywhere without you."
At the sound of those words I took off the shoes and ran to Shyla, "Yaay you're coming with me."
Shyla smiled and went to get dressed.
We get to meet his mother. I smiled. Wait we get to meet his mother. I guess I should be on my best behavior. Just this one time, I don't want to make a bad impression.