InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Kagome ❯ Chapter 28

DISCLAIMER: I do not own InuYasha and company, however I DO own an overactive imagination...

 

 

Finding Kagome

 

Chapter Twenty Eight

 

 

 

“Caleb...” Sesshoumaru stood at the doorway of InuYasha's quarters, holding a thin folder in his hand. “Caleb...” he sighed at the lack of response, slipping the folder into the breast pocket of his white wool overcoat, then watched the valet fuss over imaginary lint on InuYasha's midnight blue tuxedo, as the hanyou peered at his reflection in the tri-fold mirror with a frown.

 

“Its time to leave now, Caleb.”

 

“Timothy, right?” the hanyou clipped at the valet, obviously vexed with the proceedings.

 

“Yes, my Lord...” the valet was funereal in his response. “I believe Lord Sesshoumaru is speaking to... his brother...” he added direly, glancing at Sesshoumaru, who in a rare demonstration of exasperation, rolled his eyes.

 

Reaching to fussed with InuYasha's burgundy cravat, then tug at the matching cummerbund a couple of times, Timothy stepped back to examine his work.

 

“Oh... right,” the hanyou turned his glare toward his brother, interrupting the valet's ministrations.

 

With an exasperated huff, the man ran around to pull at the back of the head wrap, adjusting the hanyou's long white braid and arranging the shorter hair around where his ears would be, spritzing hairspray on each side.

 

InuYasha made a face at the invasion of the spray, then sneezed.

 

“Laura was correct, you do seem to clean up nicely, “ Sesshoumaru commented offhandedly, “Come, we will be late for the reception.”

 

“So which the fuck is it, Sesshoumaru?” InuYasha demanded with a glower.

 

“I'm sorry, to whom were you speaking?” asked the Demon, blandly looking at his brother.

 

“Excuse me, Mr. Dog...” InuYasha looked down and shook his foot, fighting the restriction of the hard shoe. “Which is it? Opera, or ... reception?” InuYasha was in a foul mood, and the valet backed away a bit, obviously in concern for his own personal safety.

 

“That's Lord Dog to you, halfbreed.” Sesshoumaru's voice rose only slightly assuming a level of command, as he motioned with a jerking of his head to dismiss the cowing servant. The man bowed briefly and ran out the door.

 

“Its a special reception for contributors the the Opera House Preservation Project. The Opera is immediately following the reception.” The Demon tilted a brow at his brother, “Now is the time we transition to modern identities... I need for you to respond to your name.”

 

InuYasha sneered at him, then stomped his shoe, grinding his foot back with a wince.

 

“Fine, Jackass... you know I really fuckin' hate these shoes...” he growled, glaring at the offensively shiny footwear. Even the square toes did little to help the pinched feeling on his clawed feet.

 

“Bring your moccasins, you can change to them afterward,” Sesshoumaru suggested, motioning to the boots on the floor.

 

InuYasha reached for them, and his hat as well, then on his way through the door he slipped the hat under his arm, and reached up to grab Tetsusaiga.

 

Should there be a repeat confrontation with Kouga, tonight, he would be ready.

 

“This is a champagne reception, Caleb...” Sesshoumaru briefed him as they made their way down the hallways of the mansion to the waiting car. “I will expect you to be on your best behavior.”

 

“I don't like this, it feels like I am lying,” InuYasha frowned and shook his head, looking at the floor as they walked. “My name isn't Caleb.”

 

“Quite the contrary...” Sesshoumaru stopped for a moment pulling out the folder from his breast pocket. “Your name is indeed Caleb Inudono... you should carry these with you.”

 

Adeptly opening the folder with his clawed hand, he slipped four small cards from one side of it with his thumb, offering them to his brother. “This is your I.D... And the others are used as currency.”

 

InuYasha slipped his sword under the arm with his hat, effectively crushing it. He took the cards, examining them. One had his picture and name among other things, the others had logos on them and lots of numbers. The Demon then reached into another pocket and pulled out a slim black wallet, taking the cards back, he slipped them into the slots of the wallet agilely with thumb and two slim, clawed fingers.

 

“Put that in your pocket. You will need them any time you go. . . out,” he instructed, handing the wallet to his brother, who twisted around with his arms full, trying to figure out where to put the thing.

“Here. . . Caleb,” Sesshoumaru pulled back on InuYasha's jacket to reveal the hidden breast pocket. Slipping the sleek wallet into the pocket they resumed their trek to the waiting car.

 

“By the way, I have asked Laura to stop wearing perfume when she is working with you,” the Demon looked pointedly at his brother. “I trust that will solve your issues with her.”

 

“Feh...” was the hanyou's only comment, as they reached the vehicle.

 

InuYasha noted that it was a different limo this time. This one was longer, and white compared to the black one that Kouga had scratched up. He was pleased to see the driver was the same, however.

 

The one who drove so smoothly.

 

The ride over the bridge and into the city was quiet, as InuYasha sat with his arms folded across his chest stubbornly, glaring at the floor.

 

Sesshoumaru watched him as he pondered his decision to do this, so soon after bringing his brother to this new place.

 

He had insisted on only English being spoken, believing that total immersion was the best way to speed his brother's learning process, and InuYasha had been a quick study.

 

He sighed inwardly as he considered how quickly InuYasha had fallen into the use of slang, mentally slapping himself for not insisting that the team avoid profanity.

 

But then again, that was part of the hanyou's charm, part of who he is. I can't make him into something he is not.

 

Much as I might want to sometimes.

 

Traffic in the city was as usual for a Friday night, ridiculously slow.

 

“Laura has told me that you are cute when you pout,” Sesshoumaru ventured, breaking the silence. InuYasha transferred his glare from the floor to his brother. “I would have to disagree. . . Please do not be a baka tonight. . . Caleb.”

 

“This whole thing is a fuckin' waste of time,” his response had an air of disgust. “I could care less about some stupid opera. . . I looked it up, you know. People runnin' around singing their words. . . just sounds stupid.” He returned his glare to the floor.

 

“Think of it as. . . practical experience. It will give you something interesting to talk to your miko about when we find her,” suggested the Demon. “She's a school teacher, Caleb.”InuYasha shot his brother an accusatory look.. “Certainly she knows something about classic opera, and if not. . . well then, something you can share with her.”

 

“When the hell did you find this out, Jackass?” he demanded, sitting up attentively..

 

“My name is Seth,” the Demon looked out the window. “That little book you found has some interesting dates in it. It appears she is directing some kind of project for the cultural fair in a few weeks.” He leaned forward peering speculatively toward his brother. “I think we will find her soon...” then a warning, “Just don't move too fast with her when we do. She won't know you, or...” and he sat back, locking in on his brother glare, “anything about your heritage.”

 

“Thanks for the warning, Jackass,” the hanyou refolded his arms, glowering.

 

“My name is Seth.”

 

“Keh... Seth,” he conceded. “So do you want to warn me about what to expect at this thing you are dragging me to?”

 

“There will be many people there, and they will mostly be false like any high social function,” the Demon leaned forward. “Most of them will be quite curious about you.”

 

“Great,” InuYasha mumbled. “And tell me again... why are we doing this??”

 

“Because you need some culture in your life,” the Demon sat back “Perhaps you will make contacts. . . acquaintances that will prove valuable to you in the future. That is the best reason to attend this type of function.”

 

“I don't need contacts,” the hanyou growled glowering out the window “I never needed contacts before, why would I need 'em now?”

 

“Just try to keep an open mind, little brother.” Sesshoumaru offered in addition, “You might actually enjoy yourself, if you give it a chance.”

 

“Feh,” huffed the hanyou.

 

InuYasha watched the passing traffic in silence, until a motorcycle flew by between the lanes and this got his attention. Lowering the window, he leaned his head out to watch the slim vehicle maneuver quickly through the traffic.

 

“Get back in your seat, halfbreed,” commanded the Demon, forgetting himself at the shock of his brother hanging out of the window.

 

“That was great! Did you see that? They just flew right past the cars...” InuYasha's eyes were bright, with an animated excitement that Sesshoumaru had yet to have seen finding him. He sat back again with a bounce and closed the window. “Can I have one of those?”

 

Sesshoumaru's brow furrowed slightly.

 

InuYasha actually asked for something?

 

His brother's enthusiasm was vibrant, compelling. Like a child who has just discovered a new toy.

 

“A motorcycle?” queried the Demon. “You want a. . . motorcycle?”

 

“Hell yeah! To be able to ride in the wind. . . not locked up in some stuffed up car. . .” he was practically vibrating with the idea.

 

“You realize that you have to have a special permit to ride such a thing...” warned his elder brother.

 

“I don't care! I would do anything I have to! How do I get one of those... permits?”

 

At the very least, he wasn't growling and glaring anymore, and that pleased the Demon.

 

“We will look into it tomorrow, InuYasha. . . Caleb,” he corrected himself, startled that he slipped when he was the one who had demanded they only use their legal names.

 

“Ha! Mr. Perfect Dog fucked up...” laughed the hanyou. “OK, so tomorrow Seth and Caleb are going to go get Caleb a motorcycle. . .” he grinned smugly. “Hells, if we had one now we coulda been there already.”

 

“You cannot be thinking that this Seth Inudono would ride on one of . . . those,” Sesshoumaru shuddered slightly.

 

The very thought!

 

At least InuYasha was settling into the names, or so it seemed. The rest of the evening would tell. It was nice to see him excited about something for a change, and not glowering.

 

“Feh! . . . chicken. . .” InuYasha cast out, sitting back holding his elbows as if he were wearing his haori, a smirk on his face.

 

Sesshoumaru simply raised an eyebrow at the challenge.

 

Glancing at the digital clock next to the small refrigerator, the Demon noted that they would be 'fashionably late', which was actually better with this being InuYasha's first social function.

 

The car drew up to the entrance, and as the driver jumped out to open their door, InuYasha fingered his sword, uncomfortable with the separation that was impending.

 

Sesshoumaru simply shook his head at his younger brother.

 

The sword could not come too.

 

On their exit there was much commotion with the occasional flashing of photographers' cameras, consequently neither of the brothers took notice of the police officer at the base of the stairs who had taken an extreme interest in them. She spoke into the little mic that protruded from her helmet, backing away from the noise of the traffic, though her sharp eyes never left the brothers as they moved through the crowd to ascend the stairs.

 

InuYasha ducked his head slightly, away from the flashing lights, blushing at all the attention as other patrons openly stared at the two.

 

Sesshoumaru took his elbow directing him up the stairs fairly swiftly, while all through the progression the hanyou had this overwhelming urge to run... anywhere but here.

 

He had not expected anything like this, and was pretty sure he didn't like it.

 

Yet Sesshoumaru seemed to not be fluffed by it at all, as he presented their invitations and allowed his overcoat to be removed directing InuYasha to do the same.

 

The hanyou flinched as his overcoat was pulled gently from his shoulders, glancing around at the throng of people that were milling about all dressed to their teeth.

 

It was then that he became aware of the richness of the place.

 

Massive chandeliers hung in an alternating pattern from the ceiling. Rich, ornately designed carpeting in burgundy, blue and gold cushioned the floor, and the gilding all throughout the lobby took his breath away. It was like a great palace for a king.

 

In all their trips through the well Kagome had never shown him anything this grand before.

 

“This is the product of many months of renovation, Caleb,” the Demon motioned generally around the room. “It has been one of my pet projects. I do believe...” and he looked around critically, “that I am pleased with the outcome.”

 

“Seth!!” came a shout from somewhere about midway through the lobby. After whispering to a woman standing by him, a portly man moved in their direction.

 

“He just called you an 'elusive bastard' to that woman,” InuYasha's whisper toward his brother's ear was little more than an exhaled breath.

 

“Imagine that,” mused the Demon, watching the man weave through the crowd. “I venture to say that is my reputation with most people...”

 

“Seth Inudono! I am so very pleased to see you join us tonight!” The rotund man greeted them. “Let me guess... Caleb?” he held out his hand and InuYasha folded his arms, looking at it.

 

“Gerard Bodine, Chairman of the Renovation Project. . . my brother Caleb,” introduced Sesshoumaru with a nod to his brother.

 

Bodine eyed the young man with the strange wrap on his head, noting that he did not appear to belong to the same strange religious sect as his brother, not having any of the odd tattoos.

 

He then absently wiped his unshaken hand on his jacket.

 

“I am afraid that Caleb is still. . . acclimating,” The Demon attempted to explain the lack of return on the offer of a simple handshake.

 

“I can imagine,” the man nodded sagely. “How does it feel to be home, Caleb? It's been a long time. . .”

 

InuYasha blinked, then glanced at his brother, then back at the man.

 

“Um... strange?” his mouth was dry, his words sounded affected.

 

He looked at Sesshoumaru hoping the answer was good enough, as he spied a waiter walking by with a tray of drinks in tall thin glasses.

 

He snagged one of said glasses, before it could be offered. . . and drank it.

 

All of it.

 

It wasn't an unpleasant taste, though it tickled going down like the soda pop that Kagome used to share with him, just not as sweet which was much better.

 

He took another glass as the other two men talked.

 

“Interesting accent,” remarked Bodine as he watched the younger of the brothers drink his second glass of champagne in two gulps rather than just one, then reach for a third and yet a fourth.

 

“He is relearning his English,” offered Sesshoumaru, putting his hand on his brother's shoulder and giving the waiter a head jerk, silently telling him to move along.

 

The waiter scuttled away with a tray of mostly empty glasses.

 

“I'm standing right here, you know Jack-” the hanyou belched noisily, “-ass.”

 

“Certainly... of course... English,” gaped Bodine.

 

“It is part of what was... lost,” Sesshoumaru lightly touched the side of his head, giving Bodine a knowing look.

 

Bodine's eyes widened with understanding and he then nodded sagely.

 

“I better get back to Donna, before she commits me to yet another charity. Call me Seth, I have a proposal for your publishing house.” He eyed InuYasha as he made to move toward yet another waiter. He nodded toward him, “Looks like you have your hands full . . . good luck with that.”

 

“Indeed,” muttered Sesshoumaru as he watched the man weave back across the lobby.

 

“Hey. . . um . . . Seth!” InuYasha returned to the Demon, both hands holding more champagne flutes. Glancing at the one in his left hand thoughtfully, he then handed it to his elder sibling. “That girl over there has her species mixed up.” He tilted his head toward the person in question and shook his head.

 

“What are you going on about, Caleb?” the Demon demanded with the tiniest hint of exasperation lacing his tone. He accepted the offered glass and lightly sipped, looking in the direction InuYasha had indicated.

 

“She said I was a stone fox!” He snorted. “I'm no fuckin' kitsune. . .” he downed his glass, then belched again.

 

“Observe, halfbreed. . .” Sesshoumaru spoke so low even InuYasha had difficulty hearing him, and he slowly raised the glass to his lips, sipping gently at the beverage. “That. . . is how it is done. It is to be savored, not inhaled.”

 

“Hn,” grunted the hanyou. “It tastes like soda pop,” he commented, glancing around with a lopsided grin.

 

He sniffed at the air. The grin fading.

 

“It will sneak up on you, you would be well advised to slow down...” admonished his elder brother, his brow furrowing slightly at InuYasha's expression.

 

With all the people, many wearing cologne or perfume, the air was thick. Even the extraordinarily high ceilings brought little relief, but there was hint of something familiar. Something that raised the hackles on the back of InuYasha's neck. Something smelled. . . just. . . wrong, and he made a face.

 

“What is it, little brother?”

 

“Not sure...” he looked around at the wandering, chattering mass of patrons. “Something in here stinks...” he continued to peer around at the people.

 

“Seth!!” came a female voice, both brothers cast around for the source and found a beckoning hand above the crowd.

 

Still holding his champagne flute, Sesshoumaru used his fingers to pull on InuYasha's elbow, directing him toward the source of the summons.

 

As they approached the elegantly dressed woman, InuYasha's jaw dropped visibly. Here was the source of his unease.

 

Her strapless white gown hung close but shroud like along her small but shapely form, with exotic feathers woven into her hair which was piled appealingly on her head to reveal her slender neck.

 

“I just couldn't believe it when I saw that little blurb in the paper,” she kissed Sesshoumaru lightly on the cheek, bright green eyes flashing at the hanyou, who's eyebrows had crested and were now hidden in his fluffy bangs. “You really did find him...”

 

“Right where I expected to,” he confirmed.

 

The Demon returned her affectionate gesture, then turned to look at the priceless expression on his brother's face, eyes saucers as he gaped at her.

 

“Kagura??” obviously disbelieving his own eyes, InuYasha pulled closer.

 

“It's Kate, Caleb. . . Kate Windham. . .” she flashed him a smile. “Nice to see you too. . .” she simpered with a note of sarcasm in her voice, then holding her gaze on him she asked his brother, “Has he been behaving himself?”

 

“For the most part. . .” responded the Demon, watching his brother's reaction guardedly.

 

“What the FUCK happened to your eyes??” demanded the hanyou, tilting his head as he examined her face.

 

“Caleb!!” commanded his brother. “Lower your voice...”

 

“But. . .” InuYasha looked back and forth between them with confusion.

 

“Contacts. . . “ she dropped to a whisper.

 

“Sesshou. . . um. . . Seth says this is a good place for that. . .” mumbled the hanyou, not knowing any other meaning for the term.

 

Kagura's bemused expression melted as he circled her.

 

InuYasha then moved to nearly a nose's distance from her, gazing fixedly on the demoness' face, sniffing loudly to convince himself it really was her.

 

“I think I have officially been 'whuffed',” she leaned back and away slightly, with a raised brow.

 

“She still stinks like that bastard...” he muttered low into his brother's ear, as he moved away from her. This brought a frown in response from the Demon..

 

“Don't be rude. . .” Sesshoumaru hissed quietly at him, then turned his attention to the demoness.

 

“Would you care to join us this evening, Miss Windham?” Sesshoumaru set down his glass and offered his arm, keeping a wary eye on InuYasha.

 

One more thing for the hanyou to adjust to, Kagura not being his enemy.

 

“I gotta go...” InuYasha backed up a pace with a strained look on his face. He glanced around furtively, trying to locate the facilities. Sesshoumaru's first thought was that InuYasha was going to bolt, then realizing his true meaning, pointed to a sign by an exit to a hallway. “Keh...” and the hanyou took off at a trot toward it.

 

“He likes the champagne...” Sesshoumaru explained, “ a little too much I am afraid.”

 

“Well. . . it's good he's enjoying himself,” Kagura grinned wickedly. “I don't think he was too happy to see me, though...” she raised a brow, tapping a pair of fan less fingers against her cheek. “Do you think he's ok in there alone?”

 

She tipped her head to look toward the hallway.

 

“He's a grown man, I would think he could attend to his own needs,” came the Demon's response, who then also stretched ever so slightly, to glance at the hallway door.

 

“You've taken a lot on bringing him here, I'm proud of you,” she offered tilting her head to look up into the demon's golden eyes. “You've come a long way... Seth. I think in time he will be less wary of me...”

 

“You are ever the analyst, aren't you Kate?” he observed blandly as she continued to watch him.

 

“It comes with the job, Seth... You don't make Dean of Social Sciences for a major University by being a slacker.” The statement was bordering on terse, containing a hint of defensiveness.

 

Knowing he had struck a nerve, he quickly changed the subject.

 

“About that little problem...” his eyes met hers knowingly. “She is out of the picture.”

 

Her eyes narrowed.

 

“It was ugly. . . we almost lost Caleb. . . ” he glanced back at the hallway. What is taking him so long? If he ran, I will be forced to hurt him, badly. . .

 

“Are you telling me that you just found him, and you already have him running. . . errands??” The exasperation in her voice made him wince nearly imperceptibly.

 

She was aware, she knew him. . . better than anyone.

 

“Is that why you brought him here??” Her eyes flashed.

 

He swore he could see the crimson behind those impossibly electric emerald contacts. He schooled his expression, her brow lifting as she observed the process.

 

“Be assured, it was not my intention to endanger him,” he spoke pointedly. “I wished only to attempt another. . . meeting. . . with her mate,” he looked away. “The situation escalated. . . he would have been fine had it not been for disease among their. . . livestock.”

 

He turned to fix his golden gaze intently down on her.

 

“And no. . . that is not why he is here. . And you know it,” his eyes flickered toward the hallway. “Now that he is here, however. . . he has his own agenda, and it is my wish to see him achieve this goal.”

 

Kagura took this in, pausing a moment to consider what livestock he would be referring to, and it dawned on her that, of course their watchers would not have benefit of modern veterinary care.

 

Idiots.

 

“The whole lot of them should be shipped back to Japan, in my opinion...” she swept her hand in the air as though sending them off with one of her fans.

 

“Caleb. . . he seems to be fine now. . .” and they both relaxed at the sight of the hanyou as he reappeared in the hallway entrance, then moved through the patrons toward them.

 

“What took you so long?” demanded the Demon, unsuccessful in masking his worry, as his brother finally reached them.

 

“There was a guy in there who wanted to know where I got my suit,” InuYasha looked mildly perplexed at Sesshoumaru's display. “He said he really liked the 'do-wrap' look. . . he meant this,” and he pointed to his headpiece.

 

“Well, imagine that...” Kagura mused, patting Sesshoumaru's arm gently. “Not even here a full week and he's setting fashion trends. . . what next?”

 

“Hn,” huffed the Demon. “Come, my lady,” he offered his arm to her again, “It will soon be time for the overture, and I do not wish to miss one single note.” He spared a warning glance to his younger brother, who blinked back at him then shrugged.

 

InuYasha snagged another flute of champagne on the way, keeping one eye on Kagura, who was entirely too close to his brother. Just a little bit too chummy for his comfort. They started up the long stairway and he tried to just sip the champagne, he really did. . . but it was gone by the time they reached the top of the stairs. Sighing, he set the glass down on the banister, and they entered the specially reserved box for the Inudono party.

 

They need bigger damn glasses, he thought, as he almost tripped over his own feet, before plopping into a plush seat.

 

“I warned you, halfbreed... it sneaks up on you,” his brother smirked slightly.

 

“Oh! I have some news you two might be interested in,” Kagura settled herself then leaned out slightly so see both of them. “One of my graduate students is involved in a project for the cultural fair this year. It seems someone is telling the legend of the Shikon no Tama! Isn't that a hoot?”

 

The brothers both stared at her, as if frozen in place.

 

“Hmm...” she put her finger to her chin. “That was not the reaction I was expecting.”

 

“Ca-leb!!” called a pair of female voices from below them.

 

InuYasha leaned forward to notice that he was having a little trouble focusing, but finally zeroing in on the two young women that had mistaken his species.

 

He rolled his eyes, and was rewarded with a bit of vertigo as the room swirled. He pressed his hands against his eyes.

 

“You have a fan club, Caleb,” Kagura stood to glare at the waving girls, who on seeing her, gasped then quickly dropped to their seats. They were both freshmen at Berkley, and she knew them better than she wished to.

 

“Stupid bitches,” InuYasha slurred slightly, slumping back in his chair.

 

“I won't disagree with you, but,” Kagura asked curiously, “why do you think so?”

 

“They called me kitsune. . . I don't even look kitsune. . . baka females.”

 

For a moment Kagura's expression was perplexed. Looking to Sesshoumaru for explanation her only reward was a slight shrug. Then slowly, realization dawned on her, and she chuckled.

 

“I see,” she smirked, “That must have been terribly insulting to you...”

 

“Feh,” It sounded more like a grunt from the hanyou, who was leaning slightly to the side with the fingers of one hand pressing against his temples.

 

“Kate, can you tell me the name of that student you mentioned?” queried Sesshoumaru, staring straight ahead.

 

“Sure, but. . . why?” she asked.

 

“I would wish to speak to him,” he stated simply.

 

“Well, good luck. . . I can't get him to answer my messages. . .” she sighed. “Something is going on, and I wish I knew what it was. . .” her brow furrowed a moment and she peered at the Demon sitting beside her.

 

“Just what are you up to, Sesshoumaru??” the demand was whispered just as the overture began, and he put a finger to his lips.

 

Glancing over at his brother, he was disappointed to find his younger brother had, for all intent and purpose, passed out. He shook his head, then settled back closing his eyes for a moment, letting the music envelope him. . .

 

Note to self: No more champagne for the pup.

 

“Didn't you feed him before you brought him out?” Kagura queried, glancing behind Sesshoumaru at the hanyou that begun snoring. “What kind of monster are you?” her eyes glittered mischievously, and she also set back.

 

“Hn,” huffed the Demon, opening shining, golden eyes as the curtain was drawn.

 

 

 

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A/N : No I couldn't leave Kagura out, I know, I know... she's the wind now, but since this is MY UNIVERSE... she's around to annotate some of Fluffy's changes, at the very least... Kami knows SOMEONE needs too,sheesh (I claim no responsibility! :P ) And if you buy that, there's this really pretty orange bridge just south of Sesshoumaru's property that is for sale...

 

My references to Mr. Dog vs Lord Dog is directly related to the honorific -dono (which I understand comes from the word Tono which means 'feudal lord'), which can be high formal for Mister.

 

Excerpt From Wikidpedia: Don Giovanni is an opera in two acts with music by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and libretto by Lorenzo da Ponte. It was premiered in Prague on October 29, 1787.

It is widely regarded as one of the greatest pieces of music ever composed, and of the many operas based on the legend of Don Juan, Mozart's is thought to be beyond compare. The opera was billed as dramma giocoso or "playful drama," belonging to a genre neither completely comic nor completely tragic.

 

~~ hmmm so it makes ya laugh and it makes ya cry... definitely my kinda show! Hope the hanyou doesn't snore too loud... (sigh)

 

Until Next Time!!

 

~Metsuki