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[SESSHOUMARU]

RAIN RAIN FALL DOWN AND WASH AWAY THESE SINS OF MINE ------------------ Another demon slayed. Sesshoumaru stared at its corpse his eyes as apathetic as ever even with a rotting corpse in front of him. To think, it had decided to cause some troubles in his land. Pathetic fool. It deserved the death he has dealt it for its impudence. To think, it actually thought that it was allowed to do whatever it wanted on his territory. He really did not understand what had gone through the creature’s head at all. To have muster so much confidence or to be afflicted with stupidity, did he even know who’s land this was? Then again did it matter? No matter how much he mulled over trying to figure the creature out it was dead and therefore weak. The stench was also starting to bother him. Seeing no reason to stay he slowly walked away leaving the corpse to rot in the field of flowers. Flowers…he noticed that he had walked with caution making sure not to step on any. If someone was to see him now what would they think? What would they say? Would they have the courage to say anything to the daiyoukai? Most likely not unless it did not know who he was. He continued to walk down trying to catch any other scent, any screams, anything that showed they need his help. If not then he shall go to the village in the east. The village in which Rin resided. Of course first he would have to walk back to camp for Ah-Un and Jaken had been stationed to protect. He did not depend on the his servant as much as the dragon though. Even if he had the staff, he never considered it to be strong. He had never seen the thing fight that much. Then again that might be due to the fact that the creature would usually cower and watch him fight. Still the youkai had his uses. He had taken care of Rin and possessed the staff. That way the platinum haired daiyoukai will not have to deal with something holding him back. No he would be safe from having to worry such things. The male hasten his steps as he noticed something. The scent in the air, it was going to rain soon. Normally he would not worry about this as the water never affected him besides making his clothes a bit heavier drenching it water. Still for humans it was worse as it can get them ill. Although right now he knew that he needed to make haste. He had luggage and did not want it to be drenched in water. He did not want that to happen. There should be some shelter here if he was to look. Although it might be hard to find it. Part of him had wondered if Jaken realized it was going to rain. The sky was still clear but clouds were slowly drifting in. If he knew what would he do? Would he stay for his lord or have the intelligence to leave. After all it would not be hard for Sesshoumaru to find the servant even if it was raining. Although it would limit his sense of smell, he was sure that the toad would come out of his shelter once he feels his master’s youki. The only problem would be trying to figure out where the thing would hide and get close to it or rather seeing if it would find shelter in the first place. Once he was near camp his feet slowed down to a stop as he noticed it began to rain. It was not lightly though but rather pouring. This was not good. He walked to camp and saw that neither his servant nor his pet were there. It seems Jaken was smart enough to look for shelter. Now it was his turn to search for the toad youkai. Walking down the path he noticed a cave. His clothes had been heavy and he saw no reason to stand in the rain. Looks like he will have to postpone his search for now. He entered the cave although he stood near the entrance sending out his youki to signal Jaken and to discourage other youkais to come. ------------------ TARGET:sarisha MUSIC:none KILLS:seven-zero-six THOUGHTS:-none-

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All our secrets they are tailored trouble

draped loose now around your hips

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Double, double, toil and trouble, fires burn and cauldrons bubble… Were not these the ways of the witch, the sorceress given to the darkness of shadowy powers, ancient, forbidden arts; were these not the very same ways of the corrupt, the priestess fallen far from the heights of holiness and good? Fitting, then that she should find herself so, entrapped within a cave as the winds summoned clouds above to lock the gate of her prison, to guard the iron bars which held her here. Rain was on the wind, was in the air, heavy in the clouds on the distance, and the tension of a soon to be downpour had transferred to the familiar which hopped talon to talon upon her shoulder—it was he that had ushered her into this cave, had sought it out and lead her forth. After all, it would hardly due to have the herbs which were so essential to her art—her act—to be soaked to uselessness. No, no, those precious props were more important than that, and she’d not let the rain take from her the brilliance of her act.

Yet the trade-off was great, leaving her here within the confines of this stony prison, nary a target in sight to ease her boredom. A game, a game; that was what she needed, a diversion to set her at ease, to put her darling dearest hawk to work, to cease his uneasy flapping, his tense movements. Where, oh where, then, might she find a fellow player to strut with her about the stage, to bend heads to the game board and fall into the rhythm of the game? Where might she find such a one, a marionette for her to tease and toy with, to tweak the strings and set them a-dancing? Surely, surely, there must be something.

Her expression shifts, a light smile upon her face, and she murmurs quietly to the shikigami upon her shoulder, sweet nothings to ease his tension, as she sets her hands in motion. One lifts to his tense form, teases him from her shoulder, sets his bulk upon her forearm, where he quiets his motion, gaze sharp upon here, ready, ready, waiting. She uncurls a single claw from its grip about her arm, pricks her finger with ease of practice against the point, the barest of winces all to shout witness of the dull pain. Lifting the finger, a bubble of blood welling upwards from the wound, she lets the laden drop fall upon the shikigami’s face, traces two specks above his eyes, then below his eyes, smearing the thick fluid into his feathers. He does not move, all attention now, waiting and waiting, and knows what she would ask. The decoration complete she whispers and murmurs again, completing the ritual, the spell, the binding. And then, with a suddenness contrasting to the gentle softness of her former movements, she drops her arm from under the hawk’s grasping talons, and he lifts himself on outstretched wings, soaring out of the cave with a shriek—heard only by she as he faded into the obscurity of the shikigami.

Smiling softly, she pulls a small cloth from within her sleeve, absentmindedly dabbing at the blood fast drying upon her finger. Her mind is far, far away, for she soars now with the shikigami, her blood binding her sight to his own. His flight soars upward, upward, unhampered by the rain which beats upon his feathers. Yet where he remains unfazed, she, pitiable, envious she, sees only a fraction of what his sharp eyes take in, and details speed past, obscured by distance and rain as he soars ever higher. She settles herself against the steady, grounding presence of the cave wall, and waits, waits for the swooping circles which would dictate a quarry, which would bring the raptor closer and closer until even she might see.

Ah… there… by the pricking of my thumb, something wicked this way comes… Swooping, diving circles of vision bring her closer and closer to the target, a tall man, handsome in his own right, perhaps, stalking assuredly through the pelting rain. The soft smile on her face spreads by degrees as she becomes aware of her shikigami’s disease, his feathers ruffled and displaced by more than rain and wind, the disgruntled clacking of his beak. And she senses it then, leeched to her from her shikigami, the demonic aura which had so set him off. Well, well, well… And she summons him back, sparing the disgruntled hawk another moment swooping about the head of this approaching demon. With the speed of relief the hawk wings upwards and soars back to the cave, and with the ease of practice he alights upon her outstretched arm. He waits, presenting his head for moments only while she cleanses the traces of the binding blood from his face. That done, he hopped light upwards to perch upon her shoulder, and was lost to her to his preening.

She settled again against the cave wall, musing on the sight—so powerful an aura, that one, and now she knew to look for it, it was ever approaching. A thrill mixed from the chill of fear and the burn of excitement ran up her spine; dangerous, dangerous, involving oneself with such demons, but, perhaps, ever so worth the risk. She toyed with the choices, slowly pulling in the traces of her own aura as she did so, unsure yet if she wished to be discovered. Again Kirit drew her attention, his preening paused as he grew wary again, and she pulled herself away from her resting place, retreating further within the cave as the aura strengthened on the approach.

To her surprise, the demon did not pass the cave by, but stopped just within the entrance. Distracted, perhaps, by other thoughts, for she knew even her greatest effort would not conceal her presence for long being so close. Decision being made for her, she lifted a hand to still Kirit, and willed him to reveal himself—no need to hide what could likely still be found. She dismissed her concealing barrier, giving up on hiding, and stalked forth. ”Well, it seems we poor humans are not the only ones to be driven inside by the rain,” her bravado is act alone, preened and perfected over the years, as her mind raced to plan how close to the line she might yet could stalk before true danger lashed out; careful, careful… ”Though, I suppose, even for a demon, it would be distasteful to walk about getting thoroughly soaked.”

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lyrics © taking back sunday; quotes from macbeth
>.> you know, I got all excited about using the “something wicked” quote… and totally forgot that he probably would have smelled or sensed her long before approaching the cave >.> eh, hopefully it won’t be too much a problem, but if you want, I can always change that, have her come scurrying into the cave after the rain starts or something xD}

[SESSHOUMARU]

RAIN RAIN FALL DOWN AND WASH AWAY THESE SINS OF MINE ------------------ Sesshoumaru suddenly caught a scent. A human scent. How had he missed this? The scent came from within the cave not outside where it can be washed out by the rain. Keikai? Only enough to conceal her though as it had no effects on his strength. How interesting. He slowly turned around to see a girl who seemed to be interested in him. Why? Does she not fear death? With his youki he had expected her to coward but she did not. Interesting. Humans were usually scared of normal youkais alone always enlisting help even when they are traveling. It also seems that she was alone…unless her companions has not lowered their keikai. He was not sure and knew that it was best not to let his guard down. He never lets his guard down in the first place. It was far too dangerous and something he wanted to avoid. Even when he is alone he never lets his guard down. Some youkais and apparently humans can conceal themselves even from him. ”Well, it seems we poor humans are not the only ones to be driven inside by the rain,” She spoke, obviously looking down on him. He stared back at her. As usual his youkai instinct wanted him to wring her throat but he was able to hold himself back. He saw no reason to dirty his hands when the human looked relatively weak. Although he must admit, her keikai was quite useful for an insect. Still she did not seem to wield any weapons. To be able to put up a keikai without weapons. That only left her with one occupation. She was a miko. They were the only ones to possess spiritual powers that were females. After all women were not allowed to be monks who usually have better equipment. They have more artifacts to protect their little lives. He did not respond to her comment though. He saw no reason or interest in the woman. No reason to dirty his hands and no reason to talk to her. He had never been a sociable person, even around his own companions. Even as a kid he would remember hearing generals complain to his father for not replying to his elders when he was spoken to. The answer had always remained the same for him though. He saw no reason to waste his time with those who are weak. ”Though, I suppose, even for a demon, it would be distasteful to walk about getting thoroughly soaked.” Hmph to be grouped with youkais. He was superior to them. He was born with his father’s blood after all. Part of him had wondered why she even tried to have a conversation with him. Their race had never gotten along except with a few exceptions. That was why hanyous exist but he had never found himself attracted nor fond of humans. That is with the exception of one but that was not the case in this situation. No, the person in front of him was not Rin and so he saw no reason to talk to her. Although part of him doubt she would remain quiet. He had never met a quiet human who would leave him alone. Rin would try to have conversation, Kohaku would also try from occasions, villagers would usually scream or try to attack him and monks…they were the most annoying always trying to attack him. He had even remembered many instances in which they thought their little wards would have any effects on him. He was stronger than many youkais. Purifying him was not a simply task but yet they never seem to notice that and each time he crosses a human with spiritual powers he always seems to have to teach them the same lesson once again. Although the lesson always have the same price which was death. The girl in front of him have not made any moves to attack him as of yet. Perhaps she knew that there was no point? Perhaps she could swallow her pride and not even attempt to harm him. That is to say if she knew what was good for her. Of course she was a human, they always seems to take things for granted. The male turned his head back towards the outside. The rain pouring out. It was harder to distinguish scents now. Still he continued to send out his youki. His amber orbs did not return to the girl but yet he still observed her from the corners of his eyes. ”I do not suggest you to patronize this Sesshoumaru.” he told her. He never liked to be looked down upon. Of course neither did many and he still looked down on them but that was because they were weak. If they have strength and can prove it to him, only then would he not look down on him. Although that has yet to happen except for one person. Seeing that the person was dead though, he now respected no one and looked down upon all including those of his own kinds at times. Lately they have been using such low tricks and at times he would remember hearing them wonder where Rin was. They had obviously wanted to use her as leverage. They cannot seem to face him without their little tricks nor can they fight him alone. No, they seem to like to fight him in a group in hopes of defeating him. Too bad they always fall. ------------------ TARGET:sarisha MUSIC:none KILLS:nine-one-six THOUGHTS:So much rambling. XD

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All our secrets they are tailored trouble

draped loose now around your hips

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There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face… Oh, but if only there were, if only such judgments were made easy by observation alone, a simple glance and all to be known, thoughts and deepest desires, fears and needs, and all manner of things which hide behind the mask of an expression. If only, if only, then such risks as she took to fuel the thrill of the threat would hardly be necessary, would hardly remain; if only she knew how much could be said, how close she came to revealing herself, then the act would be made so much simpler. Yet, alas, where would the fun be in that? Safety was boring; she dreaded the day her own fears, great though they were, might leave her crippled from action, unable to pursue the games, these entertaining little diversions which so made up her life. And if such a way as judging in a glance could be so contrived, what use for her act might she even find? If others could judge so easily, what concealment would this faux guise provide? No, that simply wouldn’t do; better that things remain as they were: a mystery to be discovered.

Yet what a mystery lay before her now, so cold, so calculating; but could she expect anything but pride from a demon of such apparent power? Oh, if only she could know what lay behind that too-still mask—so little he gave her to work with, this demon, so little to toy with, so few strings to be pulled and tweaked. Oh no, she did not think to make this one dance, this marionette was far beyond such skill as her own, this fellow player upon the stage a true star to soak in the spotlights in a way she could not; no, she was no fool, and though she may dread the day fear left her crippled and useless, she would hardly shove it aside when it alone preserved her. Yet the day had not come yet when fear would send her fleeing; she had an image to keep, after all, and games to be played; a dancing marionette was not the only entertainment to be found in this world; a stage could offer many other shows to stave off her boredom.

So she reached again to stroke her fingers lightly along the still-damp feathers of her shikigami, stilling his nervous fidgeting, and willing him to ease the pressure of his talons upon her shoulder—the clothing between flesh and claw may stay the pressure from breaking the skin, but it did little to ease the pain of his ever-tightening grip. Shirking her touch, the hawk clacked its beak angrily and extended his wings to push her away, only to settle a moment later and return to his preening; she was glad to note that his grip lessened as his attention turned to the task. Her hand dropped lightly to her side again, and, free of the pain, she returned her attention to the far greater threat, calculating in her own right as she watched him turn away from her—a dismissal? Hm, well, how terribly rude…

Not that she could do so very much more than call him on it, only to drop it soon after—hm, how irksome, having so thin a line to walk. She did enjoy dealing with simple, mindless little marionette humans, or those pathetic little demons which shrunk from the purifying powers of a priestess; so much more leeway she had in such encounters. Yet here, why, there was, perhaps, if she were lucky, something to gain—after all, such pitiful little creatures surely had nothing to offer, but a demon such as this, well… there was always that chance. Ah, but, careful, careful, for she could hardly be sure of anything yet. If only, if only, that art could manifest, to discover the mind’s construction in a glance, for this silence surely offered nothing.

Deep in her own reveries, mulling over her dismissal and certain that this demon would not speak again without further prompting, it was with mild surprise that she became aware of his voice, quiet though it was, and only partially directed at her—clearly, she had been dismissed as entirely insignificant, to warrant not even a glance as she was spoken to. So rude, so rude, yet what could she do? Yet, even in his rudeness, at least now he had granted her something to work with; so sure she had been that this would become a one-sided conversation, she was quite glad indeed to learn that such might not be the case. Perhaps something useful would come from walking so close to this paper-thin line which limited so her entertainment.

She looked at him for a moment after he had spoken, trying in vain to discern something from that stock-still mask which so well shielded the mind’s construction from her prying eyes; a pity, a pity. Adopting an air of comfort, shielding her concerns well beneath her act, wrapped layer upon layer beneath costumes and make-up, burned into shadows by the stage lights which illuminated her on this stone-entrapped stage, she moved to settle herself again against the cave wall, dismissing the demon in her own right, though she was not brave enough to turn her gaze away—too aware was she yet of the line she walked, too aware of how easily she could fall on either side, too aware of how grievous such a fall could be.

”No,” she said, her voice soft, yet she suspected that not even the drumming rain could cancel her voice to the ears of a demon, ”no, I don’t suppose anyone would. Suggest that, I mean. I’m quite sure I’ve never encountered anyone who took joy in being patronized.” She paused, feeling out her audience, finding nothing yet in that face, in that stance; a mystery, indeed, yet she walked on. ”Although, I do assure you, I was in way trying to patronize you,” she continued, voice as earnest as that of an actress could be. ”I was merely making conversation; it is such a dull day, after all.” She paused, again attempting to study her audience, again being disappointed; another moment’s thought and she placed her hopes in her words; perhaps, if she were to continue talking long enough, she ight eventually elicit some response. Or, so she did hope. ”Things need not be so cold in here, don’t you agree?”

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lyrics © taking back sunday, quote from macbeth
Well then, I’m actually staying pretty consistent, after all xD yay for figuring out my character, haha}

[SESSHOUMARU]

RAIN RAIN FALL DOWN AND WASH AWAY THESE SINS OF MINE ------------------ ”no, I don’t suppose anyone would. Suggest that, I mean. I’m quite sure I’ve never encountered anyone who took joy in being patronized.” Stating the obvious was she not? Her voice soft, especially with the rain constantly hitting the ground. Perhaps if it wasn’t for the blood running through his veins it would have been hard to listen to her. How he wished that was the case though since he was not someone to have a conversation with. He preferred to be alone so he does not have to deal with loud noises and be able to focus more on his thoughts. Although it seems the woman he had for company did not feel the same. Sesshoumaru still did not turn around finding the rain much more interesting than the person behind him and her little hawk. It was strange though. The hawk did not have its own scent. A shikigami? Was she that strong? It was rare to find a strong priestess these days. The only other one he had seen was Inuyasha’s mate who had the power to sense the shikon no tama and purifying it. Although she had not been strong enough to purify him, she did seem strong enough to purify some of the youkais he had fought. The daiyoukai did not say anything else though. Perhaps she had decided to be quiet? Part of him have doubted that though and he had been right. ”Although, I do assure you, I was in way trying to patronize you,” He simply gave her a nod showing that he had listened even if it was only half-heartedly. Part of him wishing the rain would stop already. He did not want to spend any more time with the human behind him. He had other things to do than listen to this woman try to have a one sided conversation with him. She must truly be lonely to try to have a conversation with him. How long has she stayed in this cave anyway? He could not tell but then again did it really matter? He doubt he would see her after this day. That is to say she does not follow him. Although he saw no reason why she would or why he would even let her. With Rin, she had been someone he saved with his father’s fang and so it was an interesting test. Also she was a girl who took care of a daiyoukai even though he had tried to scare her off. This woman though seemed to not be afraid of him but has yet to do anything to catch his interest. Although for some reason he had seem to catch hers. ”I was merely making conversation; it is such a dull day, after all.” she spoke for some strange reason. He had not showed her any signs that he had been listening let alone cared. The male knew that now she was going to talk to him even if it meant the conversation was to be one sided. Inwardly he sighed, this was one of the reasons why he loathed company. What to do, what to do. Perhaps he should just kill her right then and there? Although that would mean a battle and it might attract other creatures as well or perhaps they would be too scared of his youki? He was not sure but still he decided that he shall keep her alive…for now. If she continued to pester him, he cannot guarantee that she would be alive by the end of the day. Not that he even care in the first place. Still he had to admit, today was quite dull for him as well. After the death of Naraku and he and Inuyasha had proposed a truce even if it had been a silent one he no longer has any challenge. He does not even need to draw the fang anymore. It was quite a shame. No one to gauge his ability and everyone had become far too easy. Without an shikon no tama shard it was also hard for them to strengthen themselves. After all it was a rare sight to actually see youkais train themselves. They usually rely on tricks to win. Then again there had been a rumor floating about and some youkais had actually sought help from him about the dead coming back to life. Some youkais were killed by their fallen comrades and could not find themselves to kill the person. That was where he came in but the creatures were weak. Although he noticed that they had been indeed alive which was strange. Of course humans have tried to seek eternal life before with resurrection so they could become as strong as youkais. He had seen it happened but it was usually tested on humans and not youkais. That was what became strange. The one factor that did not add up in his mind. Although he has yet to meet this so called witch it seems that the rumors about her were spreading like wild fire. Sesshoumaru was curious if the rest of the lords have heard about this yet. If they have what do they plan to do about it? Did it matter? Whatever they were going to do, he saw no reason to involve himself just yet. It would be best if he was to observe for just a little longer. ”Things need not be so cold in here, don’t you agree?” No, he did not agree with her. The daiyoukai preferred things to be cold and quiet. If it meant he had peace he was fine with it. He kept his mouth shut as he sat down and leaned against the wall away from her. His head still staring out. How much longer will the rain keep up? That he was not sure. ”Why do you insist on making these small taks?” he asked her. Just what game was she trying to play or can humans really not be quiet even if it was for a small bit? ------------------ TARGET:sarisha MUSIC:none KILLS:one-zero-zero-nine THOUGHTS:Yay~

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All our secrets they are tailored trouble

draped loose now around your hips

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day… And oh how boring it was, caught in that very same petty pace, left to creep along with the endless passage of dull time, that tedious crawling of minute to minute, left with little more entertainment than the rain drumming along in a pattern far more varied but even less interesting. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps; all this meeting depended on perhaps. And yet, for all her efforts, silence met her every word, and the rain her only companion. Hello wall, didn’t see ya’ standing there. Had he not spoken thus far, she’d have thought him a mute—though little good his ability to speak did when used so very little. Even Kirit was more expressive, and far more interesting to watch. She wondered, for but a brief moment, if, perhaps, her shikigami might also be more useful, but dismissed the idea; well, she’d find that out eventually, or so she did hope.

How bad her luck must be, getting stuck as such; she lamented her choice of this cave, of the need to be so confined. Iron bars indeed; the cave might well be a prison, after all, and this stone-silent demon her tormenter. She wondered briefly what might she have done to have warranted so dull a day, but dismissed the thought—well, best not get into the list. Yet perhaps not all was lost; the day was hardly finished yet, though the rain’s cast darkness might attempt to suggest otherwise—oh, but she was an actress, and well privy to the acts of others, even the faux masquerades of the weather and plays of the light. Time was a dull, dull thing indeed, and no play of the whether could hasten the minutes and hours which ushered the living along the course of its flow; unalterable time, uninteresting time. Such a shame, indeed, she’d been caught with no preoccupation in that tiresome flow, ushered along with nothing to watch but the passage itself, and that was certainly no cure to her boredom.

Yet movement caught her eye, movement greater than the uninterrupted flow of rain, that steady static which was but the background to the meeting, and so easily tuned out, and she watched as the demon casually took a seat against the cave wall. Well now, this was an interesting development… having hardly moved since entered the cave, she had grown rather certain that this demon would continue to stand stark still as the stone which surrounded them. She smiled softly—even demons desired small comforts, it would seem. Of course, for his terse comment before, she knew well not to bring such to his attention, lest she be accused of patronizing again—she had not forgotten the line, even in all her boredom, for self preservation was a more constant companion than even Kirit, and she’d not lose track of the dangers presented by even this apparently uninterested demon.

However, if his movement had captured her interest, his words caught her by surprise; again, she had easily fallen into the belief that her words would merely be left unanswered, though it seemed even this aloof demon could go only so long without speaking, just as, perhaps, he could go only so long without moving. Well, perhaps this meeting would not be remembered as a dull torture in a dull prison; perhaps, perhaps. His speech was not all which surprised her, gave her hope for something interesting; the fact he had asked a question—a comment entirely unnecessary, entirely unbidden—had not escaped her notice; perhaps there was more than proud silence here, after all. Yet the mask remained in place, and the mind’s machinations remained unknown to her—though that hardly stopped her from guessing.

Sighing, she lifted a hand to tease Kirit from her shoulder, again shifting his perch to her arm—his nervous grip had softened, but the skin remained raw, and even his small movements while preening were enough to distract her. She lowered herself to the ground, settled her arm on uplifted knee, and looked back at the demon—not that he returned the courtesy. Yet her movements were not all so enwrapped in her own comfort; those scarce moments were put well to use, as her mind shifted over possible answers, ever wary of teetering off the line.

”Well, I suppose I’m just bored. Like I said, it’s been a terribly dull day, and I’m afraid we can’t all take such interest in watching the rain,” a second’s pause, she questioned the boldness of her remark, and added, ”At least, not when there’s something more interesting to do. I suppose a demon might see things different, but most humans find conversation to be much more interesting than rain. After all, I can’t say I’ve ever learned much of anything from rain; but from talking… well, there’s all kinds of things to learn.” At least, she added to herself, there is if others will actually respond… Fearful of insulting the demon’s intelligence, she did not voice the remark, feeling as though the hint would carry anyways; she could only hope it might bring results—and good ones.

Her eyes not leaving the demon, she lifted her other hand to stroke the hawk’s feathers, seeking something to do, some action or task to perform, but having no better than this, much to the insult of her disgruntled shikigami, who gave little more than a glare as warning before sharply striking her stroking fingers. Wincing, she let her hand drop, giving the hawk a look of her own—however brief it was, and for all the good it did. The shikigami returned to his own diversions without another glance at his mistress, and she returned her gaze again to the demon. Driven by boredom, she decided to push the line just a bit more. ”I would have thought that demons, too, could find use in knowledge.”

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lyrics © taking back sunday, quote from macbeth
XD she’s just gonna keep babbling until the rain stops, I do believe XDD}

[SESSHOUMARU]

RAIN RAIN FALL DOWN AND WASH AWAY THESE SINS OF MINE ------------------ ”Well, I suppose I’m just bored. Like I said, it’s been a terribly dull day, and I’m afraid we can’t all take such interest in watching the rain,” Heh. It was not that he found interest in the rain. Even if it interested him more than it did with the insect behind him. He was still searching for his servant. Trying to see any signs of green or brown moving, any small footsteps or even a voice calling out his name. Once that has happen he would gladly take his leave. Leave this annoying human behind him. Even if he found himself to be bored himself, he still rather stay this way than have a long conversation that would most likely be normal by her standards seeing how she was quite persistent. It seems that she was stubborn or perhaps boredom has driven her this far? To have fallen into one’s emotion. Pathetic. He would never let these little emotions affect him like the humans have let it. No, he would never let it cloud his judgment in such a way. To act on such a thing. It sickened him. Again the rain dropped and no signs of anyone familiar. Still part of him wondered what she would do or say if she knew that he was also bored. Then again, boredom had plagued him for three years that he might as well become numb to it. With nothing to seek and no one to test his strength, simply wandering around and putting out any trouble might as well be a chore for him. ”At least, not when there’s something more interesting to do. I suppose a demon might see things different, but most humans find conversation to be much more interesting than rain. After all, I can’t say I’ve ever learned much of anything from rain; but from talking… well, there’s all kinds of things to learn.” Oh so she was interested in him? Was it because he has yet to kill her like what most youkais would do or was it from his youki? Still he could not say that he returned her interest in him as he found her to be dull. Lately everything was dull in his eyes. How he wanted something to happen. Part of him had even hoped that the rumor of the witch was real. Perhaps she shall be of a challenge? Perhaps she shall force him to draw his sword. Then at least then he would have something to do. Something to keep his interest but so far he has yet to see her and so things were still dull and bland. He had killed so many youkais now that he cannot even remember the last one he had killed. He did not say anything though. He saw no reason to indulge her in her curiosity. There was no benefits for him and she was not interesting to him. She was a human and therefore an insect in his eyes. There was not reason to talk to her. No reason to oblige and fulfill her silent request. No, not when she was a human and he was not someone who was open. He was sure that she had seen that by now with his lack of response or even signs that he was listening to her. Still no signs. What was taking those two so long? A strange fact but true. Despite his appearance and mannerism, Sesshoumaru was anything but patient. He never liked to wait. He hated sitting still. That was why he always have to have something to preoccupy him. In this case it was sending out his youki and searching for any signs. So far though it was starting to bored him. Just sitting and waiting. It was not something amusing. Perhaps he shall indulge her but only a little. Not enough for her to seek what she wants but enough to get his mind off of waiting. That does not sound so bad. He was about to open his mouth to say something but it seems she had beaten him to it breaking the small silence that had dawned on them. The usual silent he was used to. ”I would have thought that demons, too, could find use in knowledge.” Really? It was true, Sesshoumaru can find knowledge to be useful. It allowed him to learn who was strong and who was weak. It helped him weed his lands and make sure that no one dare take over the land that had once belonged to his father. Although it was usually youkais who dare try. Humans seems to be smarter or perhaps lacked the courage. It was quite debatable. They knew that they had no chance against him in the western land but that might be due to the fact that he never step into their little villages. Never cause them any problems and they never attack him. It was almost like a silent understanding. To live and let live. That was their invisible contract and they have kept it. Too bad he could not say the same for youkais though. One acting on pure emotions and lust to live that they resign themselves to their fear and not annoy him. The other relying on instinct to seek for power that they continue to chase after him for his power. The later was stronger though, they have the ability to easily crush the former. Yet he was stronger than both of them. That was why they did not interest him. ”Only if I am interested in such knowledge.” He told her. ------------------ TARGET:sarisha MUSIC:none KILLS:nine-three-three THOUGHTS:Poor Sesshoumaru then. XD

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There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so… Oh the power that did lie within the mind! So much power, to make this simple cave a prison and the rain without streaking flashes of light upon cold steel bars, strung along between her and the path to freedom. Such power to turn these moments, mere moments only, into an eternity of tormenting boredom. No, indeed, nothing was bad until the mind brooded over it time and again until it puffed itself up to consume one’s thoughts, to steal away peace and make them worry, and worry, and worry. Yet even should such things be of the mind alone, real they become when brooded over for so long, when the mind went so easily without guard, strutting about through its own directions, free to return again and again to those very same topics which grew then to consume all thought.

A pity, then, that she did not arrest the wandering of her thoughts as the rain arrested her travel, thus sparing herself the torment of sitting, of waiting. So easily could she pluck the horror of this wait away, for of the mind it was only, and of no true consequence, yet still she let her mind wander, and the cave morphed within her thoughts to a prison from which no escape were possible. A shame, too, that, this task completed, her mind continued on to the next concern, feeding and nurturing it until it, too, engorging itself upon her attentions, grew to consume her thoughts.

And this worry? Why, the line, the line! Ever upon her thoughts as each word was studied and approved, or found wanting and left to the death of silence which was the grave of words, yes, the line. So close in these quarters with a demon who’s aura gave all the testament which was needed to prove the danger inherent in being near him, so close to a very gruesome end indeed, she could not shake from her mind the need to worry over risks and benefits, toying over the good and the bad, flipping steadily from one to the next as though a fish twitching upon dry land, choking upon air which refused to give the gift of life to a body which burned for the oxygen. Indeed, her mind, too, was choking, spluttering over the choices, as her thoughts fed and fed and fed the worry. Oh, the power of the mind, indeed.

The silence was becoming her enemy, just as it was his friend, giving birth too easily to too many possibilities which raised there voices loud and screamed and yelled and hollered into the silence, unbarred by a conversation which might so easily keep them at bay. His silence, however expected it had become, fueled concern atop concern, piling them high while her mind fed their growth—had she said too much? Spoken out of turn? Insulted him again? Rationally, she believed herself safe, for surely even so still a countenance would reveal anger had she truly invoked it. Yet there he remained, sitting as pretty as he pleased against the wall of the cave, as though he were all alone—surely, if she were so close to teetering off the line, surely, he would have responded in some small way.

Her assurances did not slow the flow of concerns. Perhaps he had truly dismissed this time, and she risked herself in this cave with not a thing at all to gain, perhaps he would not speak again, and merely depart once the rain had stilled and the iron gates of this prison parted to allow it, and she’d be left no better off than the start. Dull, dull, dull. The boredom consumed her, as ever her mind let it, and the prospect of so fruitless a venture battled bravely against the caution offered by her need to survive, willing her to try harder, to push the line a little more, a little more.

Perhaps, too, it might have won, for the odds of the battle were greatly in its favor, and caution was so easily thrown to the wind that its basis for defense faded swiftly under such steady opposition. Yet the fuel of its onslaught was the silence, and as his voice cut through it, the battle was starved out, and caution was eager to maintain its stronghold, the line again thrust before her consciousness, warning her to choose widely her response to this so simple a comment.

”Perhaps I’m out of place for asking,” she began, ever more mindful now of offending his pride, the memory of her concerns fresh still upon his mind, ”but how can you be sure whether or not you’d be interested, when you’ve made so little effort thus far?” She paused, very concerned indeed that even this simple inquiry might be too much. Yet, with boredom the far more noticeable threat at the moment, she determined the risk worth taking—even an offended reply might be preferable to the silence. ”Even we poor humans learn something interesting from time to time.” It was a gamble, she knew, baiting information out on the hook as she did—so little she knew of this demon, how could she even be remotely sure that she’d know anything he’d care to hear? Yet boredom was a powerful motivator, indeed, and she decided to commit to the gamble, for better or worse. ”It is not quite so impossible that one of us might learn something interesting enough to strike even your fancy.”

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