Bella's P.O.V.

I do not try purposely to be overly judgmental, but the first thing I notice about a male or female is their beauty quotient. And a quick, several second assessment was enough to tell me that this youkai Sesshomaru was smoothly built, strong, and had the overall demeanor of a king, though of course Japan had a different ruling system than would a monarchy. I was careful all the while to physically ignore the tingling of my lips, having no memory of ever doing such a thing before. The draw to him was now undeniable- and my own fault that we were connected by a deep, ancient power that I should not have used so freely. No wonder they don't want me sucking angel face, eh? I can do just as well to kiss and ruin my life with earthly beings.

Meanwhile, Sesshomaru surveyed me as well, and I knew he could find no flaws with my body, unless he enjoyed slender, starved prostitutes that had neither fat nor muscle- useless beings unable to find themselves a better life. Can he feel a draw to me as well?

"What have you done, woman?" Apparently so. His eyes had narrowed a fraction, and comprehension was clear in both sets of our eyes. I spoke with indifference.

"I have done as you have requested- return your arms, supposedly so you can 'defeat me with both arms'. However, it seems that I have given you quite a difficult task. Of course, I can always fly away on wings, though I don't believe your clouds of aura will carry so close to the sun." It was neither completely a lie nor truth, as my wrist was emptied of stars to allow me flight. "Our battle should be your only concern."

His body hardly shifted, though I caught his black boot reallocating two small inches to the side. "Do not take me for a fool," his words were almost like a snarl. "You have cursed me with what we both know you have embedded into my body. Remove it!" Though his words were steadily low and carefully menaced, I felt nothing more than the seriousness of my decision- he did not pose a threat to me.

"If you know what I have done, you also know the ancient power cannot be undone. Why ask more? I will admit that it was done on impulse, but I gave my word to return your arm if you would give me a legitimate reason. And so you did." My sword was sheathed on my left hip again now, a diamond against my straight legged silk pants and shining boots. I lifted my left hand, the long silk sleeve matching the haori painted like a work of art upon my body and tight to the triangle and loop around my middle finger, and laid it suggestively on his right shoulder. "I would be the best mate in existence, given that no prostitute, mistress, or concubine ever approaches you." I gave a sweet, sarcastic smile. As if I believed in what I learned would be used several centuries later in the Northern Continent would call "one-night stands". Although my deep, V kimono neckline may suggest otherwise; my clothing was never short of skintight, making it much more convenient to move and fight- and inevitably show my muscles moving as if I were almost not wearing anything. Alright, I also enjoy looking gorgeous, I admit it!

I flipped backwards in the air to avoid the acidic green whip, glared with irritation, then glanced down at my kimono top, seeing only the initial burn on the upper sleeve. "You have already ruined one spot for me to mend, isn't that enough for you?"

"No, onna, it is not. I want this connection removed immediately!" He snarled the words; and I was weary from the great energy drain, quite annoyed at my rash actions, not in the mood for argument. It was all I could do not to face-plant like Inuyasha.

"Very well then, kill me." I hissed. "You will feel only a day or so of pain before never seeing me again. I have used my supply of energy to return your arm, and the remnants have entered your body with your arm. Even if you do not, which is more than likely because of your testosterone and pride, it is I that will have to be attached to a demon whilst my kind fights against in an effort to exterminate. I have an ability to vision the future, as most angels, allowing me to change it and see things such as other lands in their future conditions centuries from now. And I guarantee this: if something is not done quickly, your race will be exterminated within 500 years." I saw a flash of panic within his eyes for a brief moment, and somewhat of pain. He should be able to live that long, as his father once did. However, as I currently foresee it, he will not.

"Why do you speak this to me, onna, when I harbor intentions to take your life?" His voice once again was carefully blank, cautious. Perhaps a hint of suspicion as well.

"To begin with, you may call me Bella, Belle, or even my genuine name, Caskhya. But 'woman' or 'onna' will not suffice. For another, I do not agree with the ways of my kind. I originally attacked out of boredom, not loyalty to my supposed 'superiors'. Obviously, the mating suggestion was a joke, when I have only spoken to you once." I had allotted an amount of privacy while he bathed, partially for the small amount of purity in my mind, and partially for the day when we spoke about it, which would be coming soon.

"I do not require assistance. How long have you followed us, and what have you seen?" How punctual. Demanding as well. I had seen nothing below the waist, though I was not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing.

"Again with the questioning. Amusing that you haven't seen when I bathed just on the other side of a particular silver boulder, wouldn't you say?" I laughed silently as he mentally recounted what he had done last night. Well, I would not know how it looked, but I had certainly heard the sounds of what I consider the actions created for mates and not a single male. A finger twitched, and I could tell that he wanted nothing better than to strangle me.

"I can see why you have fallen- you are most definitely not an angel."

I laughed. "How stereotypical! Do you not think we can watch you bathe from the heavens?" His face turned just a slight shade redder, hardly noticeable. "But most do not. Only a select few- and I will allow you to determine if I was one of them. As for whether you receive assistance, it is not your decision. Goodbye, love!" A silver star had returned, and I laughed sardonically as I floated away quickly through the trees, blowing a fake kiss to top off the situation.

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~passion assassin