Betrothal of the Warrior Hime

Both females, chocolate and black waited for the lord of these lands to take his seat higher on the dais, the kuro having heard her pups utterance, merely smirked, correct pup, this will not be easy, she thought. Sango nearly flinched as she saw her mother smirk like that, the barely pearled tip of her fang pulling at right side of her lower lip as her upper lip pulled into that familiar yet deadly expression. Taishou sat and watch, Mugen sat and watch, Miyako merely waited, she knew what was going on, to start hand to hand combat with Kagome was to have a battle of wills, who was stronger would always strike second, giving the weaker of the pair the first strike. The first strike was not always the one anyone wanted, in fact it was less preferred for it was usually harder to defend against. Though luckily Kagome chosen the least destructive way to fight, unfortunately fighting with Kagome was like destruction itself, even Miyako had come to find keeping up with her Tiayoukai pup difficult though she would never tell her that. Sadly it was Sango who broke the fighting stance first as it was always.



Sango knew only three things, one of those being that if she wanted to walk away from this un-bruised and unhurt, she had better give up that idea up, now. Another thing being that whatever her mother was angry about it was defiantly not the interruption at the lake the day before but something deeper, for she only taught hand to hand when she was livid with her pup. Lastly she thought that no matter what she wasn’t going to give up easily today, if her mother wanted to beat some damn lesson into her, then so be it, pain let you know you were alive right?, she thought, today Sango knew she would live to the fullest. Determination flashed in her eyes for once, and Kagome only smiled. Sango had waited for Miyako’s barrier to go up around the walls of the dojo, Miyako’s rules seeing as how the last time the dojo had taken a month to repair, the second Sango felt the pull of her great grandmothers barrier rise she sprang to her mother.



Kagome had patience beyond measure, she could stand all day and wait for her stubborn pup to crack, and crack she had, she saw the chocolate coming and easily countered the pup. Sango’s left hand coming out for a punch to the face, was blocked easily as even Sango’s right leg being brought back for a kick to the head was blocked as well. Kagome applying little pressure and using Sango’s inertia against her threw the pup into the dojo wall with a sickening thud. This was the beginning, it would take hours or until Sango broke for this to be over. Taishou sat amazed, though it was a simple block, it was highly effective, and had been practiced with greatest of ease, he knew no matter what that he would have much to teach his son when this was over.



Elsewhere…



Shin and Sayuri were both awake basking in the morning light after their coupling, they had been awake for a while, and yet at the same time neither made to leave the warm bed that had held them through the cool night. Morning was approaching though and soon they would need to rise for their day, being seconds to the ruling family was never ending devotion regardless of your own desires. With a lofty sigh Shin rose from their bed, a sign that Sayuri could rise as well, though this morning she had gotten up with her mate rather then after, for once it did not provoke a challenge within him, and he reveled at the sight of her naked form. Making their way to the hot springs that adjoined their room the pair bathed in a peaceful silence.



The ever pale Sayuri, changed into garb that resembled that of her kuro pup and her mates mother, it was warriors garb, but she wore it femininely. Shin raised a brow in question but she smiled it off his face when she came over and pressed her head to his chin and nuzzled. She did not want to anger him but she was determined for a change, any change, no matter how long it lasted. She wanted this, and he would grant it to her, besides the feminine warrior garb was a bit form fitting and allowed him to rake his eyes over her body, she looked beautiful, he thought as he gave her a sly grin, causing her arousal to spike, “Now now pretty mate, if you keep that up then you’ll never get out of this apartment.” he chastised her as he placed a kiss on her lips, while giving her a seductive growl.



Sayuri felt so young, so enamored, maybe that’s all she needed, maybe she didn’t need to be as strong as her kuro pup, maybe she just needed to feel some semblance of power over her mate. To know that she and only she could do something. She knew she wasn’t weak, Sayuri knew she didn’t want to become a warrior, maybe what she wanted was for her mate to see her, and not just the mate that he’d spent his life with, or the mate that bore his pups, for anyone could do that, so long as she had reproductive organs. No, Sayuri wanted to hold power over her mate, as her mate held power over her. Should his favor some how wane, not that she had fear of that, or a reason to, she was replaceable, he was not. She had once read somewhere that this feeling, this gnawing nagging feeling of need and desire, pain and sorrow when he was not near, was what humans called love. She knew they cared for one another, but more then that she knew somewhere along the lines of their four hundred plus years together, she, Sayuri had fallen in love with her mate.



Shin had watched his mate as she robed up for the day, she was just as beautiful if not more so then when he had first taken her, her curves had filled out over the years, with the birthing of his pups, and he was proud that he had left that mark upon her. No other would hold him so captivated as she, and were she to pass from this life, he would follow without thought or regret. There were not many youkai, even inu’s who were willing to make such a bond, a pack, or even had the need to do so, unlike humans there was no reincarnation and all that waited for them, so he thought, was the burning pits of hell, for they --youkai-- were fallen children of the kami’s. He laughed at that idea, he who held the blood of a kami in his veins was not immune to such thoughts, nor did he wish to be, it was simply fact, if and when his precious Sayuri left this world, so would he. It was not out of loyalty of their kind that provoked such thoughts, nor was it a promise made in the fits of youth, it was not because he felt he owed her or that he would only because of their bond. It was simply because he knew he would not be able to live without her.



He’d seen the passion and compassion of two beings meant for each other in his own parents, and when his father died, not only had his mother been inconsolable, but she had never been the same without him, a part of her died, so great the lose was his father that she had nearly wasted away. So close to death was she until she saw the little kuro pup they had brought with them, Souta, when they heard of his fathers death. She had coddled the pup and cooed him, and found a reason to live on, and when she saw Kagome it had been the same. The light never returned to his mothers eyes the same after the death of his father, her eyes were no longer the bright or pale indigo, or even the haunting murky sky blue, they were deep and muddied like his own, full of grief, and heart ache. His eyes had been bright once too, and like his mother his eyes had died as well when he father was taken from him too.



Pulling himself from his past, Shin gestured to his mate to take his arm, he did and they made their way out of the room, scents filled his nose in the hallway, hours old were the scents of his own pup, her pup and his mother leading away from their rooms. The scent of the General’s scent was also among theirs thought not nearly as stale, where as Lady Hatsumomo’s scent was missing, meaning she was still in her chambers, Sayuri gave her mate a curt bow, and took off to the left, while he followed the old scents of those he knew. As he passed Kikyo’s room, he did not smell her there but he was too busy following the other scents to notice that her scent was not resting in her room where it should have been. In the distance he heard his mate knock on the door of their Lord Taishou before she slowly made her way in. He laughed a bit at the thought, Lady Hatsumomo’s second was allowed there, he was not, it was never right for another male to be in the chambers of the Alpha, even though he and Hatsumomo got along fine, he would never even try, shaking his head he continued on.



Hatsumomo had been up for a bit, her mate having left the bed always woke her with gentle kisses, she didn’t mind being the submissive bitch, when she needed to get her way she did and that was all that matter when it came to power in the family. She didn’t need to be strong for she had two fine strong sons, and an incredibly strong mate as well, but seeing her second, Sayuri entering her room in warriors garb did make her a tad bit jealous, mostly it was just that Sayuri looked beautiful like that, Hatsumomo was not so sure her curves would look nearly as fetching in such attire. Slowly she sat up, a coy and yet playful expression on her face. “And just what as gotten into you?” asked Hatsumomo as Sayuri began to pull things out that the Lady would need for the day, all while blushing madly. “Oh now! You must tell Sayrui, you only blush when its good.”



“A lady never tells.” she chided, mimicking something her own mother had said very long ago.



“Oh your no fun at all!” pouted Hatsumomo, causing Sayuri to chuckle. “Tell me!!” pleaded the Lady of the house playfully while throwing a feather pillow at her friend and sister. Sayuri catching it with a playful growl finally relented lest more pillowed be tossed her way.



“Fine, fine.” she giggled a bit. “Last night after I left, I have got any idea now what came over me, I just remember being so upset and sad, angry at Shin, the things he said, and how Kagome reacted.” she sighed heavily as Hatsumomo patted the bed and Sayuri came over to sit on the side near her. “She’s my pup, and even if I’m upset it just tears me up to no end to see her like that. And to know that my mate did it, I was furious, and sad, I don’t think I’ve felt so many emotions in one time since…” she didn’t finish the sentence, there was no need to, for Hatsumomo knew what she was referring to, Souta. The Lady had been her shoulder to cry on, when she let no other see her tears, there was no other who could compare the loss of her pain, possibly Kagome could, but she too was too far gown with grief to be able to comfort her mother. She’d remembered so many night when it was only Hatsumomo who could go to Sayuri. Sayuri whose heart bleed so easily, who’s compassion and heart gave her true strength.



“So when I got back to our room, I think I just sort of cracked. I bewitched some ropes in the room, and when he came in, I tied him up.” she finished quickly while covering her face with her hands, actually finding it harder to talk about dominating her mate then it was to tell her about sex itself.



“Noooo!” gushed Hatsumomo. “Sayuri!” she squealed.



“I know! I was just in some mood! I couldn’t stand the idea of being under him in any way last night, and so I tied him up! It was exhilarating!!” she continued. “I was on top and took things at my speed, Hatsumomo, I have never in all our time together been so aroused!” she finished dreamily while Hatsumomo’s nose twitched a bit, scenting her sisters need for her mate.



“Sayuri, it must have been good your getting all bothered just thinking about it.” Sayuri blushed. “I wonder if Taishou would let me get away with something like that?” she questioned playfully before a pillow was tossed in Hatsumomo’s direction, while both females had fits of laughter. Sighing Sayuri took the adult road, for one of them would have to take the lead to get ready for the day, and it was plan to see that Hatsumomo was very comfortable in bed. Sayuri started pulling the sheets off of Hatsumomo who sobered up quickly. “Oh I don’t want to get out! Its so nice.” she played.



“Yes, yes, my lady I’m well aware that you don’t want to but we have to see to those in the house, as I see to you.” she said with a smile as she began to drag Hatsumomo playfully out of bed.



“No no, don’t make me!!” giggled Hatsumomo, causing Sayuri to laugh again, if anyone truly knew their seriously delicate flower of a lady hated mornings so much, and hated to rise from the warm depths of her bed, they’d never be able to look at her seriously again. Finally getting the Lady out of the bed, though some of the furs and covered did seem to be training behind them as she pulled her to the springs while shaking her head. Hatsumomo finally gave in to the inevitable, if it was not Sayuri it would be the Palace’s head governess, not that Hatsumomo didn’t like the old woman, it was just that she had no humor in the situation. She who had been there for the birth of Taishou, was old and mean and all about protocol, while Sayuri just played along while still managing to get her out of bed, Hatsumomo had to wonder about that, but she was playful and usually missed how ever Sayuri managed such a task. Laughing to herself as she finally got in the hot springs, just waving off Sayuri from calling someone to bath her for it was just easier to do it herself, Hatsumomo made ready for the day.



Meanwhile….



Kikyo had spent the cool night in the warm embrace of Inuyasha, they had coupled once again, Kagome words having rushed from her brain the moment his warm touch graced her cool skin. She knew long ago that Sesshomaru was too cold for her, that even his cold indifference was not something she could withstand, there should be some compassion to any male, which was something the elder Taiyoukai did not have. She had spent so many hours getting to know the elder brother, only to realize that should she be stuck in that pairing she would be miserable, and even the title, the wealth and power would not placate her. In comparision in Inuyasha she had found a friend, he was her friend when Kagome could not have been, Kikyo too had loved Souta so much though their bond was never really as close as Kagomes and his own but still the loss of the male in her life had brought her pain. Her older brothers didn’t know what to do to comfort her, and her father had to comfort her mother or off brooding when only Lady Hatsumomo could calm her down, Kagome for a while had been a complete lost cause, Inuyasha had been the only one there for her.



Through their summers, falls, winters, and springs spent together as they grew, the pair became close when Kagome had vanished, he had been the only one to comfort her, though it had been decided, that information would be kept from Kagome. She was truly effected by what humans called, ‘love’, for she knew she was completely in love with him, Kikyo wanted nothing more then to be Inuyasha’s mate, mother of his silver haired, golden eyed pups. He slept as the early morning lights grew in the sky, while she lay awake lost in thought, the past had been unkind to her and her family, but life was not fair, she only wanted happiness, and she felt that most when she was with Inuyasha.



How she could get away from the elder Taiyoukai was beyond her, she was his betrothed, it was law, had been written and signed as such promising her future, but not her happiness, nor her love. She sighed heavily again, feeling the weight of the betrothal, her duty to her family, her duty to her heart, and particularly what she was doing at this very moment. What if Kagome wasn’t picked regardless, she questioned herself. The Heir could win, and simply not want such a hellion mate as her sister, he might want a submissive bitch that she herself was. If that were the case then he would be in for a rude awakening when they mated, she thought knowing he would not be her first, she was ruined for all others now, as their kind sought out purity in a mate.



Inuyasha had been awake for a bit of time now, he had watched through dark lashes as the sky lightened, his would-be-mate deep in thought, she had not noticed he was not asleep anymore. He curled sun kissed clawed fingers through her long snowy hair, which was a much more of a pure white this his own almost silvery, she didn’t seem to notice, causing him to wonder what could have her so deep in thought. Kissing her shoulder playfully still did not bring her from her mused thought, and so slowly he worked his way up her body, licking roughly against the juncture of her shoulder and her neck, where her pulse beat faster by the moment, and where one day if he got his way, he‘d mark her as his. It seemed she had finally been drawn out of her muse by him, he smirked as he captured her lips passionately.



He honestly didn’t know what he’d do if Kagome did not win, or if even Sesshomaru won, and did not chose the kuroinu. He knew Kikyo was betrothed to his elder brother but he loved her, Sesshomaru did not, Sesshoumaru chose to rule is life with his logic, while Inuyasha ruled his life with his heart, and his heart belonged to Kikyo. He would do anything to keep Kikyo even if he had to fight his brother for her, today was the day he would search for a way to free Kikyo from being bound to his brother, he remembered once long ago Kagome going off about being betrothed to him or Sesshoamru, and then having it confirmed later that same summer. They were young and had never gotten along, he would be doomed to a miserable life if he had to spend it with Kagome. Sure he might get strong pups from her, but he could not have her in that way, he would refuse and steal Kikyo into the night if he needed to. He only preyed that when the mating season had met its end, Kagome would be Sesshomaru’s, and Kikyo would be his.



Now both fully awake it was time to wash the evidence of their coupling off, Inuyasha now knew that both Miyako and Kagome knew about this, he knew now that if he was going down, he’d take them with him for keeping this from his brother. But then it wasn’t the best plan, for he knew Kagome was dangerous, and he knew Miyako had taught her how to be that way. If nothing else he knew that sensei’s often left some lessons untaught, for some lessons did not need to be taught, some lessons led to much more dangerous beings. He could use their knowledge for his own gain if need be, it was dishonorable, but he might end up with his life at that point, or not, considering how fast Kagome had moved the other day. Sighing to himself it was time they left this bed either way it went, their chapter in this point in their lives was drawing to an end and he knew it, he only hoped that the story would continue after this point with the love of his life. And so they parted ways again.



Somewhere else…



Two thunderously muddy and yet pale silvery blue sets of eyes watched events as they unfolded, those same eyes having watched over this line since its beginnings, since they themselves had walked the lands. One was its sire, the first, the original alpha, Raidian, the other his grand-pup, son of Hitomi, Kain. Both had to admit that their line had always been entertaining, but the last kuropup had already reached once the same powers of the great and terrible wrath of Kain. It had been forty years before in the rain when her beast had taken over, had it not been for the girl pup that she had taken in all would be lost upon the lands. Raidian, could come down from the heavens but her temper, even Kain admitted was far worse then even his own. Like many kami, Raidian knew the events that were to unfold, his main concern were the two youngest kuropups. One had made a promise to protect, among their kind it was a vow that overtook death, keeping his soul locked away and un-resting upon the earth, the other was possibly too stubborn and strong for her own good. Events would have to be changed for this to work as he had planned for it to, though setting up his other grand-pup and the second heir had been a brilliant plan, he thought as he watched the pair go their separate ways.



“I would love to go down there and spar with her.” came Kain’s voice, as they watched a new scene of Kagome and Sango ‘sparing.’



“Hn. Yes, she actually reminds me of you a lot. Perhaps a trip is in order, after all I have yet to meet the last two in person, and I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing my little Miyako again.” Riadian admonished as he thought about the elder of the living three kuropups.



“Are you saying I can go down and spar?” asked Kain with a raised brow trying to hide the excitement in his voice.



“I’m saying you can come back with me yes, but sparring, I’m not so sure, she won’t be battle ready soon enough, end of mating season and all.” chuckled the thunder war kami.



“Well that’s just bothersome. Tell me again how she got to be this powerful? None of the other pups have ever reached that limit of powers as she and I have. Why is that again?” Raisian pushed a billowing cloud out of the way so he could look at Kain.



“She like yourself went through traumatizing events at a very young age, for you it was my precious Hitomi. For her it was young Souta. It’s a shame really he held such potential.” Kain nodded, while Raidian continued. “Inu’s beasts or their inner-selves, demons, youkias, are usually asleep until they reach puberty, yours was awake when you were born. Her awake when she was eight summers old. When she reached the limits, as you once had, she was not very much older then you were that first time.”



“A horrible way to gain power.” said the young looking inu youkai looking at his thunder kami grandfather.



“Indeed. Now prepare yourself we go to visit soon. I’d like to get to know my newest grand-pups. Besides this Kagome seems to be highly amusing. “ said the kami as he grinned down at the viewing pool.



Back at the Palace of the Moon…



The doors to the dojo had just opened, leading the way laughing was Hatsumomo followed by Sayuri, both females had wanted to scream at the sight that awaited them. There in the throws of a mock battle, or possibly a real one was Sayuri’s daughter and her grand-pup, covered head to toe in blood, cuts, and jagged scars. Tattooed upon their persons with the others claws, or whip of light, they looked feral and beautiful at the same time. Sayuri’s nerves were one end yet again, and it wasn’t even that late in the morning yet, the sun had only been up for possible an hour maybe two. Neither knew that this meant that Kagome and Sango had been battling for almost four hours, nor did they know that Sango’s body was beginning to give up on her even thought mentally she was not yet ready. Another entered the dojo swiftly looking for his mate, Shin had been so worried about the sudden flash of awe, fear, and horror that he had yet to turn and see what had caused the emotional blanket of his matting mark.



After reassuring that his mate was calm and okay, Shin asked quietly to her ear what was wrong, Sayuri’s hand found his shoulder and forced him to turn and see what his daughter was doing, she had never once seen her daughter fight until only a few weeks ago, and even then she could not watch. Sayuri had feared that she would see nothing but her daughters premature death, and it had been that small voice in the back of her heart and mind that made her feel weak and submissive. That she should feel and teach her female pups to be as such, and yet watching as her pup and grand-pup battled, it had to have been the most beautiful site she had seen in so long. Both females, the ward-like pup and her own were like graceful angels of death, their movements cooled, calm, collective, danced, practiced.



Shin too was in awe as he watched his pup slam the hanyou back, only to have the hanyou land and roll before she was again back up, they looked like their dance was choreographed, and yet it could not be for even he could not read their movements. Suddenly though Kagome had grabbed Sango’s hand pulling it back taught behind her back, Miyako could see it but no other could, Kagome was annoyed, she was tired, and no longer wanted to continue this, but she had to get her pup to submit. It was simply that she was upset that Sango had disobeyed her to follow them, that by doing so she had put herself at risk, and that risk was not something Kagome was willing to play with. Slamming her right foot hard into the side of Sango’s ribcage, she sent the chocolate pup flying into the wall with yet another sickening thud.



Blood coughed up her mouth, falling down her chin and mixed with the old and slightly dried bit from the last throw, finally having enough as she was tired too, Sango could see it in her mother, sure Kagome could go on but she no longer wanted to, the inhibitor pulled the power away not the endurance, Kagome could go for days like this, it was Sango she no longer wanted to fight. But the question was still why, for all her worth she had not learned the lesson this time, she hated to do this but she was going to ask, “Why?” her voice was dark, raspy as she slowly and shakingly stood to make her way back to the center of the dojo were her mother, or possible death… she hadn’t decided yet, was waiting for her.



“For one, you are far too stubborn, you should have asked an hour ago.” seethed Kagome through gritted teeth.



“Like mother, like daughter.” Sango bitterly retorted, she knew she was pressing her luck but she was already loosing the battle, she’d lost too much blood and soon she would be passed out.



“Know you place pup. Had you not ventured into the world, you should still be at home, you would not have had to go through this.” spat Kagome as she held her fighting stance, knowing not to drop it until Sango dropped into unconscious.



“So that’s it! You don’t want me here either!” fumed Sango as a new burst of energy fueled new rage, as she was one to fight with her heart as well. The sight causing Kagome to sigh, as in one quick moment it was over, Kagome had caught those out stretched hands, and pulled the weight of her pups body overthrown, pulling that weight with such a speed and stretch that Sango slammed hard into the floor beneath her, gasping for air in her lungs that was not there. Her eyes wide and slightly fearful as tears began to brim in her rose-bronzed brown eyes.



“Know this pup, to say that I don’t want you hurts This Kagome. For there has not, nor will there ever come a day when you are not mine, and I do not want you. You spark the anger of a kami in me, for you worry me so.” she whispered now leaning and pulling Sango’s slightly broken and tattered body into a motherly embrace. None on the dais or around could hear this part of privet conversation. “I asked you to stay knowing that I might not be able to come back to you, knowing that if for some reason I failed to, you would be safe, and what do you go and do?” she asked lightly as she tenderly wiped blood from her pups face, as their silent and shocked audience watched in awe at the suddenly change in emotion and energy, though again Miyako sighed in content.



“I chased after you.” Sango said finally realizing that her mother was angry because she had been worried and upset that something could have happened to her. “I am sorry mother.” she said in a still raspy yet quiet voice.



“All if forgiven my pup.” Kagome pulled Sango into her arms bridal style, Miyako was up and following as the three made to leave with out a word. Kagome said to Sango as she passed her father. “I was foolish once too pup.” Then looking up to him as she felt Sango sigh and then her breath even out saying that she had succumbed to her unconscious state, “We need to talk.” Shin nodded dumbly at the sight. His daughter was the same size as the pup and yet the pup coddled into her embrace as though she were a birthed pup.



He had seen both in the mitts of a battle, for this was not spar, nor training. It was an act of dominance. One that Kagome had one while her powers had been held back. He could welcome the pup into his family, he thought, looking at the dojo floor seeing the splashes of blood that had been smeared more then once in their deadly dance, Shin was only slightly upset that he had missed it. But then he didn’t think now after seeing the chocolate pup, Sango, so beaten that he would have wanted to see it, Kagome was a rough sensai, and whatever the battle had been about it seemed to be over now.



No one got in the way of the two kuroinu holding the chocolate as they made their way to the privet chambers, towards the hot spring, only stopping briefly to pick up the three piles of cloths that Miyako had the foresight to pull out for when they returned. They had seen that the one holding the chocolates eyes were glowing white and though only Miyako and Sango knew that this meant that both Kagome and her inner beast were awake and taking care of her pup, she didn’t have the need to tell anyone else that. Opening the door to the hot spring for Kagome, Miyako entered first followed by Kagome still holding Sango. Neither awake kuro noticing Kikyo until she voiced her presence.



“Ahh!” she gasped and screamed at once. “Oy my Kami! Is she okay?” At the sight and sound of the high pitched terror filled squeal, Kagome whirled around, the whites of her eyes bleeding red as her pupils began to form thunderous clouds. Only one word was bellowed from the slightly bloody yet pink lips of Kagome.



“LEAVE!” she roared, which echoed through the hot springs and through the whole palace, waking any who had not been awake before hand. Kikyo wasted no time, she had never seen such thunderous eyes like that, on any youkai let along her sister, whom she knew to have a hot temper over that pup, she made an exit being thankful that she had gotten Inuyasha’s scent off of her person as she ducked into her room to get dressed. Miyako watched as Kagome’s beast took over, the mother in them both taking care of her hurt pup, Kagome’s inner-self whined at the pup, apologizing that such force was used but stating via grunts and growls that it had been necessary. Sango in turned only bared her neck and whimpered in pain, as her mother bathed her of the blood, turning the hot springs water a sickly deep pink in color. When she was done, Miyako had already settled a blanket of sorts to place Sango on.



Drying her pup Kagome wrapped her body in the towel and lifted her to go into the bedroom, where she placed her package down gingerly. A light knock was heard along with some murmured statement of ‘healer’ was at the door, neither Miyako, out of habit or Kagome went to get it, an unfamiliar scent was not appreciated at the moment. The knock came again with the ‘HEALER,’ being completely overly loud, it was met with a deafening growl that promised death, and it was the last they heard from them that night. As dinner came non had seen the three dark females, even Sesshomaru seemed to be worried. Though he decided he would let them have tonight for whatever reason they wanted, he would find out tomorrow, after all they had less then two weeks to battle for the rights to mate. At this point having heard rather tall tales about the ‘warrior hime’ all day long Sesshoamru just wanted to see how much was true, but more then anything he wanted to prove to her that he was not lost.