CHAPTER 2

With eyes adjusted to the room's darkness, both Demon and human could not take their eyes away from one another. Almost like a spell that they were put under. Izayoi opened her mouth; Inutaisho wasn't quick to move, he didn't know what to expect. It was his fault for suddenly being there; but he sure was ready to escape or fight: whichever came at him first.

"I know you…" Izayoi said. Her voice was very quiet. This had surprised the young demon. He half expected the girl to scream or try and attack him; he was very so much caught off guard. Inutaisho said nothing; he didn't know what to say. This had been the first time in his life that a human had spoken to him; besides all of the screaming they had done in the past as he attacked whole villages. Izayoi sat there and waited for the demon, in front of her, to say something back.

But after more silence from the two Izayoi couldn't help but smile and begin to laugh. It was the first time ever that she had seen a demon go quiet. Living where she was, there had been many demons passing through and often times killed. They were all scary, even though she was at the time, and all wanted to attack them. She saw this demon as a different kind of scary.

Inutaisho got to his feet. He stood over the girl now, his gold eyes reflecting off of the full moon which was shining brightly in the sky. He was in total shock, Izayoi was truly not afraid of him. The smile on her face made him feel relaxed and happy on the inside. But at the same time it was sort of making him feel ill in the head. He turned and jumped out of the window on the outside decked rim of the mansion. It was way too weird for him; the situation had become a little awkward on his behalf.

He turned his head slightly and Izayoi was right there on the inside of the room, leaning on the window, slightly, and looking at him. He could hear his own heartbeat. It would beat faster and faster ever beat it took. Being the kind soul that she was, Izayoi had reached her hand out and handed Inutaisho something. He looked in her hand, and there, as white as snow a lily. He took the lily gently from her hand. His claws smoothly ran across her smooth skin as he held the flower in his own hand now.

Now it truly was a picture to behold. A demon playing Romeo, standing outside of the beautiful princess's room, playing Juliet. Inutaisho turned back towards the wall, scaled it, and was gone in an instant. Izayoi watched him take that leap. Her smile still on her face. She couldn't help but feel like she was falling for such a demon. She had no room to speak in that manner though. Since she was young and a woman, she would have to marry in a mere few years when she came of age. She would then have a husband and have to produce an heir to her household. That was her fate in life, and petty love like this would not have looked well in the eyes of those who were superior to her.

Taking a look at her hand. She remembered the gently nails of that stranger brushing against her skin. Now her heart was the one beating rapidly now.

Inutaisho swung open the doors to his castle. He came and went as he so choose; his ex-wife didn't care.

Walking down the long cold hall Sesshomaru had practically come from out of nowhere. He was still young, only about the age of 12 he looked. His markings on his face he received from his father, but the crescent moon sitting upon the boy's forehead was that of his mothers.

The boy was silent and cold like his parents were. Inutaisho had stopped and looked at him in acknowledgement that he was there before his father. That was when Inutaisho was going to continue to pass when his son's voice stopped him.

"Why do you have a strange smell on you?" the voice, cold as ever, asked. He looked down at his son. Though they were dog demons, his son had an exceptionally good sense of smell when it came down to the facts.

The gold eyes looking up at his father with the blank expression upon his face, he was awaiting an answer from the great demon. Inutaisho squatted down to his son's level (height) and looked him straight in the eye.

"Grown up matters should not matter in the eyes of a child" he said as serious as he could. Standing back from the squatted position his father had left Sesshomaru there to watch the backside of him walk away. He hated it. His father used to teach him everything when he and his mother were still together. But Sesshomaru now felt that his father had become too distant in the past year alone. Like he didn't have enough time for his son, his heir to the west. It was a cold settling feeling deep down for Sesshomaru. But like his mother and father, he was too bullheaded to say how he felt; he felt that he didn't need anyone and that he could have easily taken care of himself.

Walking into the largest room in the home, Inutaisho had taken the flower that was given from him, out of his breastplate and set it on a small stand in the back of the room. He walked to the two sliding doors on the other side of the room and swung both of them open. His room was placed so that he could see out over the land. See the cliff where he looked to stand, and more to the point, see the home of which the lady Izayoi lived. It was now certain that he was feeling happiness. For the first time in his life he truly felt like there was someone out there that could really make him happy.

Sesshomaru's mother was an arranged marriage and Sesshomaru was the result of it. But since that didn't work out he thought that maybe this human woman was what he had waited his life for to meet. That he was destined to be with her in the end.

From outside of the doors, Sesshomaru was looking at his distraught father, who was looking out over the land. This truly was making Sesshomaru's soul become colder and colder, like he really did not matter to his father anymore, and neither his mother nor he was around anymore. It was almost as if Sesshomaru was already alone.

From down in the mansion, Izayoi was awake and moving around. Her nursemaids helped her get dressed and feed her breakfast. They had nothing big planned for the lady of the house, but later in the evening she would have some suitors come to the house, so that she may start thinking about a husband to take. She had no choice either. She needed a husband so that she could continue to rule. The deck around the home was cleared of snow, so she went to the furthest reaches of the house to be by herself.

Of course being one of the guards, Takemaru had volunteered to take over one of the day shifts protecting the princess. He was a man in love, and he didn't want to have to think about leaving the lady's side. With the young love of a human and the love of a demon, Izayoi didn't truly know what would become of her. She was like a sparrow trapped between two cats and having to choose who to trust.

She would sit at a spindle and make blankets. If it was one thing that she remembered seeing her mother do, it was sewing. And since her passing, Izayoi had obtained the skill and would sew and weave any given chance she could. She felt like a bit of her mother was inside her every time she would complete a piece of cloth or kimono top. She was told time and time again that is was a wonderful gift she had, and any husband would be glad to have a talented wife like her.

Taking the threads between her fingers, she molded, sewed and weaved. She would also sometimes hum to herself as she worked. And that was one of the things Takemaru had loved her for. Her voice was beautiful to him.

In about the middle of the day, Inutaisho had finally emerged from the room he was in. He walked back to the main hall and was about to go out the doors to the outside when he turned back to his son, who was sitting in his mothers throne, feet barely hanging off the edge of the seat.

"Where is your mother?" He asked in a bellowed voice. Sesshomaru just watched him, "Se will be gone for a couple of days" Sesshomaru said back, his voice not so loud, but loud enough for his father to hear. Inutaisho got the answer he wanted and turned back to the door, "I was never here", He said as he pushed the doors and walked out in the sunlight as the heavy doors thudded closed behind him. Sesshomaru sat staring at the doors even though his father was no longer standing there. iT was by that point that he really was growing cold, and decided that he didn't care what anyone had to say anymore. He was going to be a powerful demon as well, and no one could stop him even if they wanted to. It was almost like father like son. And his son was going to head down the wrong path, with no one really there to show him the right way.

He was unable to stay away since that night. Inutaisho had found himself back at the mansion, knowing it was wrong for him to be there. It was truly a strange sight to see a human and a demon together. He had easily scaled the wall like he used to and snuck around to the back. And there she was. She was almost like a flower herself, sitting in the sunlight, and her black hair draping down the back of her kimono, her brown eyes keeping watch at what she was doing.

"Ouch!" she had muttered to herself. Her finger had been slightly pricked by the needle she was using. But her hand had been taken into another's. Another hand that had demon like nails; Inutaisho was before her once again, his hands holding the pricked finger; crouched onto one knee. He looked down at the small trickle of blood from the wound and suddenly stuck her finger in his mouth. She could feel his tongue as it wrapped around her finger as he was trying to stop the bleeding. Her eyes were on him, and as he treated the wound his eyes were locked back onto hers.

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