InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ From A Council of One ❯ A Question ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter One: A Question

Nestled in the only space she was allowed to call her own, Misato sat at the base of a most fragrant cherry blossom tree. In her smooth alabaster hands, she held her one true friend, her diary and a calligraphy brush. She needn't spare a glance at the page she currently vented on, for her strokes were precise and well practiced. She had spent many hours during her young life toiling over her handwriting, as she was instructed to do by her master. He had told her many a time, that a lady can swiftly be decided by the flow of her brush. She scoffed inwardly at her own contrasting thought. She very well doubted that by her strokes you could tell that she hated vegetables or loved to play pranks upon the servants.

She snickered outwardly as she thought about just how greatly she had everyone fooled. When others looked at her, they saw the epitome of a lady. She was poised, refined and well educated. `Idiots'. She returned her attention to the realm of reality when an odd darkness had blocked the light. Lo and behold, it was her master. “Jiji-sama!”

In front of her stood the proud InuTaisho, clad in armor, with his tails secured around his waist in a similar fashion as Sesshomaru. She never tired of seeing him. Others thought her suicidal for calling him such a ridiculous name. Mr. Old Man. `Ha!' He never seemed to take offence. If anything, his amber gaze always softened. He would never harm her and he never hesitated to remind her. He constantly coddled her and called her beautiful. The way he said it though, the conviction his voice held, she never doubted it. She never doubted him.

“Misato.” He smiled lightly, a simple up turn of the corner of his lips. Many times she had tried to see that smile turn to a cold killer's smirk that everyone was convinced was more his character. `Impossible. Jiji-sama would never kill in cold blood. He avoided war at all costs.' She thought the world of him, and everyone knew he felt exactly the same way. He was the only one she ever took orders from. Not because she was full of herself, you couldn't be more wrong. No, he had made her promise. It had scared her a bit when he had requested it of her. Now that she thought back, his voice sounded so desperate, so it was more of a plea. She barked a laugh. `InuTaisho of the West begging for a simple promise. Maybe a bone, but most definitely not a promise.' She remembered that night so well. He almost sounded scared asking this simple thing of her. He had made her give her word to never submit to another. She was to never bow to another. No, only to him, even though he had told her that would never be necessary.

“Misato, are you daydreaming again.” He asked as he raised one delicate brow. “Perhaps the healer should look you over for… a fever or maybe a concussion?” He laughed as she took an air of offence and pouted her lip. Just like his little flower. She was so full of fire and life and, quite oddly, wisdom. Yes, on more than one occasion, she had shown wisdom beyond even his years. He was very aware that she hid that from others, along with the full extent of her powers. He had asked once before why she did, and what answer he may have expected was not the one she gave. “I want people to respect me for my actions and words, not out of fear and contempt.” She never ceased to amaze him. One of the many, many reasons he loved her so greatly. She was his little flower, in a league all her own. He made sure everyone knew just how important she was to him. He'd give up his lands for her, because they were only prosperous because of her. They had cheated fate more than once.

He was in some ways his secret weapon. He had known the moment he found her that she was different. He found out later that she could time travel. He was thoroughly shocked, to say the least. Oddly, he hadn't doubted her. She wouldn't lie to him. It wasn't in her nature. She then proved her loyalty ten fold. She had escaped her room late one night (much to his dismay when he found out the next morning). The following afternoon she returned with three backpacks full of large scrolls that she called books. History books to be exact and she then told him that they were what was to be the future of the Western Lands. She told him that from this she would help ensure a prosperous future for their lands.

He sat down next to her at the base of the tree and pulled her into his lap as he had so many times before. He tried to collect his thoughts. `That's right, I came out here for a reason.' He looked down at his fallen angel and again he found his heart warm and light. `I'm as sentimental as a woman.' However hard he tried though, he couldn't regret the effects he had on him, which is why this was so much harder on him. He took one last deep breath before beginning.

“Misato, there's something I need to explain to you and I need you to remain silent `til I tell you everything.” He didn't wait for her to respond; he knew she understood in his tone that for once he was serious. “You're coming of age and things will begin to get confusing. Your body is going to change and certain thoughts and emotions are going to escalate.” It took all her self-control not to laugh at his pale face. `This is killing him. Poor sap, if only he knew that Sesshomaru and Iza-chan already explained everything.' She had gone to Iza-chan to ask for the facts of life, because in all honesty who would know better than a four-month pregnant, human woman. She had explained everything in great detail, and Misato had thoroughly enjoyed asking if it felt good. Her reaction was priceless, but then Sesshomaru had interrupted and told her that there were some differences between human and demon maturity and mating. So, needless to say, he filled in the gaps, and quite indifferent to boot.

She saw he hadn't noticed her straying thoughts and that he seemed to struggle to find the right words to continue. `To end or not to end his suffering. Choices choices. Poor fool. It hurts me to what this.' She cleared her throat before jumping in. “Jiji-sama, just stop. I already asked these questions and received thorough answers from both Iza-chan and Sesshomaru-sama. My only question is WHY are YOU bringing it up?”

He was busted; he knew it. My sharp little flower. Not for the first time during her life he cursed her quick intellect.

 

 

A/N: It's a cliffy, I know. The next chapter will be dedicated solely to his reasons. Believe me, all hell is about to break loose. Sesshomaru will play a bigger role in the next chapter. If you haven't guessed, Iza-chan is Izayoi's nickname. She is pregnant with Inuyasha and staying at the castle. Don't ask why because it's my story plot and I say so!

Please review. No flames, though constructive criticism is welcomed. Be nice to me. I'm so mistreated as it is.