How amusing. The girl was actually staring him in the eyes. Had she no sense of self-preservation?
The inu youkai’s claw blurred to a place beneath her chin, cradling it ever-so-gently, yet showing her that he was capable of killing her without much effort at all.
“You’d stain your haori with dirty human blood,” she said in a flat, emotionless voice. Rather like his own.
Yes, amusing indeed.
“Are you okay?” Kagome wasn’t prepared for the snarl and the elbow that hit her in the stomach...fairly hard, actually. At least, she thought as she doubled over in pain, she hadn’t heard any ribs crack. What surprised her was that Sesshoumaru not only didn’t follow up on his attack, he put out a hand to help her up. Did he have a multiple personality disorder or was he PMSing? She might have laughed if she had any air.
“I came here of my own free will, thank you very much, you little lizard.” She, too, kept her voice down. She wasn’t expecting the elbow that came down on her head, even though it was a bit more of a cuff than an actual attempt at hurting her.
“As long as we’re traveling together, it will be much more pleasant if we exchange courtesies, Kagome. His name is Jaken. Mutual courtesy.” Sesshoumaru continued past her as if he hadn’t just treated her like an unruly servant, and placed Rin gently beneath a
tree.Kagome rubbed her head with a confused expression.
What is WITH him?
Her gaze went to the top of the tree she rested against. Sesshoumaru was leaning against the trunk of the tree, watching the sunrise with a bored look. He surely knew that she’d woken, but he didn’t seem to care in the least.
Yeah right. Inu Yasha is the more likely candidate. In fact, a passing Naraku that was concerned I’d catch the chills would be even more likely.
“Don’t bother going back to sleep. The sun is almost up.” The voice startled her as she sat back down against the tree.
“I wasn’t planning to,” she said in an annoyed voice. “I’m quite fine, thank you.” What, did he think she got up at lunch every day? Inu Yasha would have had kittens...which was rather absurd considering that he was a male dog demon...
He rubbed the fast fading spot of red skin on his face. Had Jaken or Rin been awake, he would have felt marginally embarrassed. First his brother, and now his wench.
Everyone was beating on demon lords these days.
Sesshoumaru held himself back from rubbing his forehead, not wanting to give the woman the benefit of seeing him confused. He never pretended to understand humans.
Now Jakotsu was a strange lad, who was known to get into his mother's clothing and makeup and play...well...dress up. Maybe it was because he admired her beauty...or maybe it was because his father wore purple eye shadow.
(Since this is a fairytale, tragedy must befall the main character, which will lead to some plot-device later on, you know.)
"Will you help me get dressed this morning even though I could probably do it faster myself without having to sing a stupid song?"
"Now either my dear beloved son picks a bride tonight or..." Suddenly, the King grinned evilly and his hair seemed to frizz more. "... He will die!"
"Okay dad, I understand...hey get those steel claws out of my throat. What did I tell you about pretending to be on X-Men?"
There was a brief pause, during which, they both stared longingly into each other’s eyes because this is a sappy mushy fairytale and well, something would be wrong if they didn’t do that.
“Tell me? How?” Bankotsu questioned.
“By a random musical number of course.” With that, the King cleared his throat and began.
“Okay, that’s close enough. I need some cute animal things…” InuYasha muttered looking about, obviously wanting to get this done and over with so he could get himself out of the dress.
Jakotsu blinked, “Well, there’s some bees that can talk to me, will those work?”
“Yeah, sure whatever… Where are they?”
“Over there.” Jakotsu said pointing to the large ‘bees’ that sat on the various flowers.
“What the hell are those things?! Those are too big to be bees!” Inuyasha exclaimed.
The insects in question woke at the noise, and flew over to Jakotsu; one perching on his upheld finger.
“I think they’re really called Saimyoushou, but I couldn’t say that as a kid, so I just called them bees. Will they help?” Jakotsu questioned.
“Come on now, there’s no need to pretend. I’m sure you also feel that certain something special between us.”
“Honestly, I wish there was something between us.” Kouga remarked.
“Oh?” Renkotsu asked hopefully, figuring he might use this to get his sons noticed and chosen.
“Yeah. A country.”
“May I ask a question, your highness?” Jakotsu spoke up.
“Sure, what is it?”
“When you love someone, do minor details like hair color, eye color, gender, and figure matter to you?” He dared, hoping he got an answer he liked.
“I feel this strange bubbling inside me…” Kyoukotsu whispered, holding his stomach.
“You probably ate too much,” He reasoned.
“No, I just feel like I need to burst into song or a greater power will make me.”
Ginkotsu blinked, “A greater power? Like what?”
Kyoukotsu thought, and thought, then answered, “I think it’s called a ‘Director’.”
“Do you think it's possible to meet someone and know in an instant that she's the one?” Bankotsu asked, looking down and blushing slightly.
Smiling, the mysterious ‘Princess’ replied, “It’s very possible. I mean, I think that most fairytales and trashy romance novels are based on that concept.”
“Maybe you’re imagining me, or maybe we’re just caught up in some crazed person’s idea for a parody.”
The song ended and the two continued to stare longingly into each other’s eyes, because for some reason, inspecting the pupils of another person is extremely romantic.
Meanwhile the King and Queen, curious as to what was causing the Prince to be so long out in the garden with the mysterious ‘princess,’ had just peered out the door.
“I think it’s safe to say he likes her…” Suikotsu said proudly.
Once again, the blue sleeve fell off Jakotsu’s shoulder, and the Queen noted it, “Dear, are we sure that’s a ‘she’?”
The King blinked, and replied, “I never knew a man could make a dress look that good.” His remark earning a smack to the back of his head from his wife. “What?”
“Oh, your highness, did you say something wrong to her?” The one guard inquired.
“Hakkaku, don’t ask him that!” The other whispered to his companion.
“All I did was ask his name….”
“His?!” The two guards blanched.
Bankotsu frowned and blushed, “Yeah, it was a guy.”
Ginta’s mind processed this, offering him an interesting mental image of Bankotsu and Jakotsu in a rather compromising situation in the royal bathroom’s shower.
“You were right… I think I am…well… err… that ‘Princess’ was another…another guy…” He muttered.
Placing a comforting hand on his son’s shoulder, the King spoke, “Well, we won’t exactly get any heirs that way, but at least you’re happy son.”
“Confused is more like it.” Bankotsu replied.
“Well, we need to convert that confusion to sappy romantic longing fast, this story’s getting near the end,” Kikyou added, walking over.