𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮 犬夜叉 ♡ ; 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚡 𝚘𝚌

escape

The guards and concubines looked onwards, both in shock and in fear. They knew of Kojitsu's temper but nobody witnessed a sheer humiliation on his part off hand. Nobody moved as the smoke dissipated into thin air. Sesshomaru dismounted from his stance on the castle and lazily stood back onto the ground. Kojitsu, on the other hand, gritted his teeth back and forth till he could feel himself gnashing at his gums.

The two stared each other down as the guards remained in an offensive stance, ready at Kojitsu's whim to strike. The concubines huddled together, holding themselves and each other. They looked around to find an opportunity to escape but due to their positioning in the center of the room, they had no choice but to wait and watch a weak point to emerge amongst itself.

The elder concubine whom helped Chiho into her robes saw this as a prime chance to capture Chiho's attention.

"Chiho. Chiho, listen to me."

The elder tapped Chiho on the elbow as her heart thumped in her ears. She dug in her tattered robes for a folded piece of paper that she saved for this opportunity.

"Chiho, take this paper. Don't look at me. Keep looking forward."

Chiho could feel the cold, smooth palm of her elder reach in the hem of her kimono skillfully. Unbeknownst to her, the elder ripped a hole in the kimono as she proceeded to get dressed in preparation of Kojitsu's potential rejection. She slipped her a note with carefully written instructions she prayed would reach the correct hands.

"When the time comes, head to the South wing of the castle. When you're far enough away from the castle, only then open the letter."

Chiho looked around to make sure that the guards were not watching her. When the coast was clear, she reached for the letter and clenched her fist tightly to not drop it.

Sesshomaru's eyes never left Kojitsu's. he watched him like an elk who sloppily pranced across the meadow. Jaken, on the other hand, stood in the middle of the two, his enlarged yellow iris bouncing between friend and foe.

Oh heavens, what a mess! What are we to do now!

The silence was too drawn out for Sesshomaru. He took a step forward and in a blink him and his drawn sword were mere inches in front of Kojitsu. Kojitsu caught the blade in his hand, gripping the blade with same bare hands to resist the trembling strength exerted on Sesshomaru's behalf. Screams bellowed across the Great Hall when one concubine noticed the blood from Kojitsu's palm trickling downward down his forearm and even splashing down his cheek.