He stifled his rage, barely, and managed to offer up an amicable smile. "My apologies, Lord Toga. You are, of course, correct." Studying the mutt, he contemplated killing her there and now. However, he had come here for other reasons and starting a war was not one of them. "What is she?" he demanded, turning finally to face the Inu Lord.
Toga rolled his eyes and negligently moved back to his throne. "She is a ward of the West."
"I meant," he said softly with mild venom, "She is not human, and not youkai. So then, what is she?"
" 'Gome is mine," replied Sesshoumaru, his hand petting soft fur. "That is all that matters."
Fuiasu and Toga looked at their son in mutual surprise. Neither had realized the attachment between the two had become so…attached. Fuiasu smirked though and turned her attention to the dragon. "There is your answer, Lord Ryūkotsusei. Other than that, this one says it is none of your concern."
Ryūkotsusei smiled thinly, his crimson eyes bright with distaste and anger. "Of course, Fuiasu-sama. My apologies, again."
She tilted her head, regally accepting his regrets. Her amber eyes filled with a mischievous, evil glint. "Do you have any otherconcerns, Dragon?"
He stiffened, pale blue hair rising with barely suppressed yōki. "I do not," he said rigidly, his hands fisting at his sides.
Smiling viciously, she looked him up and down as her own powers rose in answer to his. "Then what are you still doing on my dais?"
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