What's mine is yours, But what's mine is mine

Chapter 7: Ownership

They were caught in the moment. Locked in each other's gaze. Knowing without the thoughts. Understanding without the words.

A knock on the door broke the trance.

"Lord Sesshomaru, the counsel's here."

He only gave him a nod and Jaken left.

He stood and looked dashing as he did. Towering over her.

"Sit down. Don't move until the servants come to treat your injury."

Something in his voice made her follow just as he had ordered. Maybe because he meant no harm.

She sat there eyeing him as he started to leave. He stopped at his steps as she grabbed hold of his mokomoko. But that isn't what stopped him. It's what she came to utter.

"Lord Sesshomaru!"

It came as much a surprise to her as it had been to him. Her hand moved on its own and even the words just now, were entirely not of her own accord. It just came out of her mouth without her even planning to say so. Yet, she didn't dislike it either.

"Tha-thank you." She beamed a smile at him. His breath caught. Though he didn't as much move nor even bothered to clear his throat. As much as her smile had shown the child-like radiant person that she clearly is, its her voice that washed over warmth. And it didn't go unnoticed, the way his name sounded when she called out to him had a certain ring to it.

All that, and he only gave her a nod.

Rin sat there waiting for the servants to come and tend her injured ankle. A smile of contentment on her face.

Meanwhile, at the north side of the palace, there held the meeting between the royal advisers and aristocrats. More commonly known as the counsel.

Sesshomaru sat idly, listening to the crap these bunch of political jokes in front of him are spatting out. Each one voicing out what punishment awaits their unsuspecting guest.

Unwanted as she is in the palace by the majority of the old geezers gathered in that room, a number had taken her stand. Some dug deeper into the matter. Explaining one by one the possible consequences that may arise from the over-rated punishment the more strict and unbending members of the counsel had in mind.

Beheading her. In public.

They want it done and soon. So as to serve an example to the many others of her kind that resides in the slums. But as one look beneath the facade, the senior members of the corrupt counsel had just found the perfect opportunity to instill fear to the commoners.

Sesshomaru is getting bored. Once they get into a heated conversation as to whose ass is better than the rest, they'd forget the one person who has the real say in things. They'd act all cocky just because they were part of the monarchy his late father, Inutaisho, created for the purpose of discussing what was deemed best for the western kingdom.

But the farce had gone way too long now. That purpose had been long forgotten since his father died. Now replaced by the greed and self-serving plans of its members.

It's about time he reminds them of their places. He straightened in his seat, moving his chair back rather harshly as he did so, earning him the attention of everyone in the room. The loud screeching sound of wood against wood, made the imps stop mid-sentence on whatever they were planning to say. All eyes on the man at the head of the long table.

"Beheading her won't be necessary, if what she took were rightfully hers for the taking."

That one short statement from their fearsome lord left everyone agaped; jaws dropped, mouths open.

Disbelief is the understatement of the century.

They were stoned shock.