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

Chapter 11: Yours

He wasn't easily shocked. But her simple demand rocked him back as efficiently as a short left jab. He'd been sure she was ending what had barely begun between them. He'd been prepared to be coldly furious, but to school himself into not giving a damn.

Because it was undoubtedly unwise to touch her, he kept his arms at his sides. "You want to take me to bed, now, but it's a mistake, I'm bad for you, and because we're completely wrong for each other."

Telling himself to be amused, he pinched her biceps gently, and looked at her breasts, now covered by the bed sheet she grabbed, just to annoy her. She snapped. "If you don't I'll have to kill you."

The little blood left in his head shot straight to his loins. "I think my life's safe, Rin." Her hands raced busily, to his waist, to the strap of his belt, and tugged at his sword.

"Hell." He muttered, and gave in to the animal long enough to savage her mouth with his.

She made a sound in her throat like a cat purring over prey.

Satisfied, he let her go.

She blinked.

"You stay here for tonight." He fixed himself and straightened up his haori. Then went for the door.

It shut close behind him. Silence ruled the lord's quarters. And the Mistress of the house, staring blankly at it.

She woke the next day from a soft call and a tap on her shoulders from one of the servants. It took her a while to register where she was at. When she shifted in bed, she caught one particular scent from the pillow. A scent that sent shivers down her spine. That intoxicating scent. Sesshomaru's scent.

She remembers now, he brought her here last night.

She followed the servant to another door on her right. It was his bath. The thought came, uninvited as it was. Sesshomaru, lying there, naked underneath the bubbles that lined the surface of the water. She shook her head, trying to force the perverted idea out of her mind.

She now wore a white and crimson-violet pattern robe. The servant attended to all her needs. She really had to get used to all this now. After all, she is now wife and mate to the lord of the house, the ruler of the land.

Sesshomaru, stood at the hall way. Looking down the corridor at the busy bodies below him. The palace courtyard filled with what's left of the festivities last night had been wiped off clean by the servants.

"Does everyone do what you tell them?"

He didn't as much bother to check who it was. "It's just a matter of asking." He pulled her closer and gave her a peck on the cheeks. As if that was the most natural thing in the world to do.

She lifted a hand to keep their distance, then backed away. But he kept her hand on his chest and stepped closer. "Did you rest well?"

"Un." she nodded. She didn't trust herself around him, so she opted not to speak.

Then Jaken came popping out of nowhere like a mushroom. She literally jumped off where she stood.

"My lord." He acknowledged. He turned to her and gave a curt nod.

Jaken handed Sesshomaru his sword, Bakusaiga. It just came in from Totosai for sharpening. Jaken disappeared as fast as he came and left them to themselves.

Sesshomaru started walking away while securing bakusaiga's sheath to his waist with it's buckle. He now had two swords with him. Bakusaiga and Tensaiga as he calls it.

"I was going to avoid men like you, on a personal level." she began. "It was to be a kind of principle, a rule of thumb. I'm very fond of rules and principles."

How like her to talk about it this early in the morning. But it didn't piss, nor irritate him like he expected it to.

He arched a brow.

"I'd decided after a couple of unfortunate experiences, that when something, or someone, looked too good, it was probably bad for me. You may be bad for me, Lord Sesshomaru."

"Have you been working on this theory long?"

He answered! She didn't expect an answer from him, for he only stood there, cold and stoic.

"Actually I have, but it may need some further adjustments. In any case, I didn't like you when I first met you."

Now there's a surprise.

A small tug formed at the corner of his lips. And he disconcerted her by moving closer. "I didn't like you either."

He didn't like her. Didn't like her because he started wanting her the first time. That was uncomfortable for him. You see, he prefers wanting things that are tangible and that can be acquired through time, planning, and effort. He doesn't like being uncomfortable, or wanting someone he doesn't understand, who in all probability had for him, and who doesn't fit his requirements.

"Really?" she asked rather innocently.

He didn't care for the sensation of being annoyed and amused at the same time.

"I irritate you. I don't know why I find that so funny." She giggled. Remembering what Jaken once told her. It doesn't surprise me, Rin. You have one abrasive, contrary nature and like nothing better than stirring things up.

It's terrifying how easily she understands him.

"I'm working on being tolerant of myself."

"I see. Well now that we've established that this fledging relationship with me is practice for your personal tolerance, I'll go back to my chambers and start with breakfast."

She ran before he could form an answer. She had the bad habit of doing that he mused.

As Rin went pass Sesshomaru's quarters to hers, she came across a woman.

That woman, wore the traditional attire of the palace dancers. She wore a blue robe with a floral pattern, just like the ones on her lord's garments. Beneath the top robe, her second layer consists of a robe worn over her green kosode. She wore a stylized yellow patterned obi sash over it. Unlike most obi found, her obi is much slimmer and is tied by the front instead of back. And she had a pair of bright green beaded earrings, bearing five beads each.

She was beautiful alright.

"Milady," the servant who just came out of her room's door, bowed to her. "This is Lady Kagura." But it's not her beauty that caught Rin's attention.

It's what she said next. "One of the lord's most favored harem."