He attempted to steal his money.
He had the balls! Tch. The thief's a fool to think that he, a royal, would let this one off that easily.
He caught his hand.
He had meant to do so.
He had always been keen about his surroundings, be it within the palace walls or outside whenever he's travelling. And even especially now that he went pass through the forbidden gates, again, despite the counsel's strong disagreement regarding his occasional, on impulse, visit to the slums.
The bastard was sneaky, quite skillful if he may say so himself.
He grabbed the thief's hand by the wrist. And he stopped for a fraction of a second.
What small and fragile hands this guy have. That took him by surprise. But he didn't let it show.
He pulled the insolent little man to face him just as the stranger was about to head off with his bag of gold coins.
He ran through a look at the man's face and over-all appearance. He was shabby. Seeing the obvious, given how dirty the guy looked; with the unruly tie he had on his hair, the tattered clothes he wore, down to the muddied bare feet.
To him he only shot the thief a disapproving look.
But to Rin he practically glared. The noble could open his mouth and probably swallow her whole. He looked like a tiger, eyeing its prey; ready to pounce on her.
She was already weak from dieting till day's end. Plus there's the heat from the scourging sun.
His skin on hers felt soft and warm. But those golden pools that had drawn her own pair of chocolate orbs, were far too indifferent and cold.
She then faints.
If the said man found it surprising, how little the thief's hands were, he was in for a shocker.
For when the thief, after looking him in the eye with unfocused pair of chocolate pools and suddenly fainting into his arms making him almost lose his balance, proved to be not what he seemed and appeared to be.
The piece of cloth that was haphazardly tied to his unruly hair had slipped off. His hair, finally free of its grasps, came loose and fell to his shoulders. If that wasn't enough to give his face a gentle, feminine touch to it, then the soft, luscious mounds on his chest as he fell onto the noble's embrace catching him from the fall would do the job.
He is not a he, but a she.
And the girl has equally beautiful, black as ebony hair that matched the chocolate ones she wore as the color of her big, round, child-like eyes. It was beautiful. She is.
His train of thought went on halt as his royal assistant came rushing to his aid; his double-edged sword at the ready.
''Lord Sesshomaru!'' he called out.
"Sister Rin..." a small voice uttered, hidden at the small alley way of the street, hiding in fear.
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FanfictionRin. She's one stubborn girl. She keeps at her antics and always get into trouble. This time too. She wasn't suppose to have crossed paths with him. He who is of royal blood. But she just had to try and steal his money to keep the promise she gave t...
