InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sayonara, My Sango ❯ In the Court of the Sun King ( Chapter 2 )
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By: RebaJean 
The wheel turns round and old friends meet again.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.28.2005 | Updated On: 05.29.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 272 | Status: Completed
The wheel turns round and old friends meet again.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.28.2005 | Updated On: 05.29.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 272 | Status: Completed
Sayonara, My Sango - In the Court of the Sun King
Reba Jean 5/28/05
Email to: rebajean@writing.com
Category: Angst/Parody Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Characters based on "Inuyasha" copyright 1997 by Rumiko
Takahashi/Shogakukan, Inc.
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Sighing as he made his escape from the ballroom, Roque dela Mirona
glanced around the salon to see if any of his friends were in
attendance. His aunt had made it quite clear that it was his duty to
accompany her to the first ball of the week long festival. She stood in
his father's stead as his keeper to enforce the old man's will. So he
had danced once with each of the girls to whom he was introduced. At
these matrimonial hunting grounds, he was regarded as prime game. He
would make a fine trophy for any of the old hags, who were husband
hunting for their daughters. He had made his appearance; the court had
relaxed since the king had disappeared some hours ago with his latest
mistress, and Dela Mirona could escape for a while to more congenial
surroundings.
There were none of his crowd visible; they must still be occupied on
the dance floor, retired to the gaming rooms, or elsewhere for other
more vigorous activities. Scattered clusters of older men conversing,
drinking, and dipping snuff occupied the room. Dela Mirona nursed his
brandy; it would not do to lose his wits so early in what was likely to
be a long boring evening. He was not yet ready to face the feminine
hordes in the ballroom again. Turning toward the eastern windows, his
eyes caught a flash of gold in the alcove, a tall figure as still and
pale as the marble statue his pose mimicked. Clad in gold-embroidered
white brocade coat, white shirt, hose and shoes, his long silver hair
was pulled back with a gold clasp matching the buckles on his shoes and
the molten sulfur of his eyes. The rather strange father of one of his
fencing partners would certainly be a more interesting
conversationalist than any of the empty-headed dolls being paraded
about the matrimonial boutique.
The Lord of the Western Lands, Inu no Taisho, though either title had
little meaning so far from his homeland, calmly regarded the soberly
dressed young man approaching him. His lips twitched briefly showing
fangs in a feral grin, perhaps there would be some relief from this
interminable affair his wife had insisted that he attend. Halfway
around the world they had traveled in her ridiculous quest for
grandchildren. After searching fruitlessly for many years in all the
youkai and human courts of the east for suitable matches for her two
sons, he had granted her pleas to travel to the west. And so for the
last several years she had searched the courts of Europe, while he and
their sons had fenced their way across the continent, challenging the
most skilled masters of unfamiliar techniques.
Dela Mirona sauntered up to the bored youkai lord near the window.
"Lord Sesshoumaru, good evening. I see that Lady Kagome insisted that
you accompany her to another of these tedious affairs."
Sesshoumaru merely glanced at Dela Mirona and uttered a noncommittal,
"Hnn."
"I fear the latest crop is dismal at best," commented Dela Mirona,
dropping gracefully onto the window seat. "My aunt shall depart
disappointed yet again; none of the third rate selection here inspires
the least amount of attraction, let alone romance. I hope for your
sake, that your lady does not berate you for the lack of suitable
selections here tonight. I know how eager she is to find matches for
your own sons."
One eyebrow rose slightly and a disdainful snort was all the response
Sesshoumaru deigned to give Dela Mirona's gibe.
A rustle of satin skirts and petticoats coupled with the scent of his
mate caught the youkai lord's attention. He turned and crossed halfway
across the room in an instant, leaving Dela Mirona speaking to the
empty air.
Kagome skidded to a halt, her chest heaving breathlessly as she fanned
herself with a gold fan. Her tightly laced white gown had gold
embroidery covering the bodice and the drapery trailing down the sides
of her panniers, matching her mate's frock coat. Her left hand
stretched behind, clasping the wrist of the lady she had mercilessly
dragged into the gentlemen's smoking room.
"Sesshoumaru, look who I've found!" she gushed excitedly, dragging her
companion up to her side.
Dela Mirona, forgotten at the window, stood up straight and gaped in
shock. The woman accompanying Kagome was exquisite. Tall and slender,
her dark eyes outlined with just a hint of kohl, lips rosy, glossy
black curls were piled carelessly atop her head with a few tendrils
trailing down her neck. Not for her, the absurd powered beehives and
towering sculpted wigs, such as Kagome wore. His eyes drank in her
slender yet shapely figure, gowned in forest brocade, skirts opening
like wings in front to reveal the light pink floral underskirt beneath.
Dela Mirona began to cross the room as if in a trance.
Kagome glanced meaningfully at Sesshoumaru. His eyes glowed in
response; he too recognized his wife's newly re-found friend. Kagome
spoke meaningfully, "Lord Sesshoumaru, I would like to present Lady
Sangria de Madeira. I hope that we shall all become as good friends as
those we have known in the past."
Dela Mirona glided to a halt silently and bowed low as he caught the
ladies' attention. "My Lady Kagome, would you be so good as to
introduce me to this most enchanting creature. A woman of such beauty,
these eyes have never before beheld."
Kagome giggled at the besotted man. She winked at Sesshoumaru, who
smirked at the inside joke. Kagome made the introductions and Dela
Mirona whisked Lady Sangria back to the ballroom.
Kagome turned and peered eagerly toward the ballroom, glancing back at
Sesshoumaru. She bounced several times and widened her eyes
entreatingly. Sesshoumaru sighed, "Would you care for another dance,
my Lady? I can see that you want to spy on the reunion of our long lost
friends."
An outraged "You despicable pervert!" rang out from the ballroom before
Kagome could answer. A flurry of green skirts flew up the stairs to the
lady's withdrawing room.
Dela Mirona stumbled to the edge of the dance floor. His eyes gazed
bemusedly at the door through which his ladylove had disappeared. He
turned to Kagome mournfully. "Do you think I've ruined my chances with
her?" he asked forlornly, absently caressing the flaming red mark of
her hand on his cheek.
Reba Jean 5/28/05
Email to: rebajean@writing.com
Category: Angst/Parody Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Characters based on "Inuyasha" copyright 1997 by Rumiko
Takahashi/Shogakukan, Inc.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Sighing as he made his escape from the ballroom, Roque dela Mirona
glanced around the salon to see if any of his friends were in
attendance. His aunt had made it quite clear that it was his duty to
accompany her to the first ball of the week long festival. She stood in
his father's stead as his keeper to enforce the old man's will. So he
had danced once with each of the girls to whom he was introduced. At
these matrimonial hunting grounds, he was regarded as prime game. He
would make a fine trophy for any of the old hags, who were husband
hunting for their daughters. He had made his appearance; the court had
relaxed since the king had disappeared some hours ago with his latest
mistress, and Dela Mirona could escape for a while to more congenial
surroundings.
There were none of his crowd visible; they must still be occupied on
the dance floor, retired to the gaming rooms, or elsewhere for other
more vigorous activities. Scattered clusters of older men conversing,
drinking, and dipping snuff occupied the room. Dela Mirona nursed his
brandy; it would not do to lose his wits so early in what was likely to
be a long boring evening. He was not yet ready to face the feminine
hordes in the ballroom again. Turning toward the eastern windows, his
eyes caught a flash of gold in the alcove, a tall figure as still and
pale as the marble statue his pose mimicked. Clad in gold-embroidered
white brocade coat, white shirt, hose and shoes, his long silver hair
was pulled back with a gold clasp matching the buckles on his shoes and
the molten sulfur of his eyes. The rather strange father of one of his
fencing partners would certainly be a more interesting
conversationalist than any of the empty-headed dolls being paraded
about the matrimonial boutique.
The Lord of the Western Lands, Inu no Taisho, though either title had
little meaning so far from his homeland, calmly regarded the soberly
dressed young man approaching him. His lips twitched briefly showing
fangs in a feral grin, perhaps there would be some relief from this
interminable affair his wife had insisted that he attend. Halfway
around the world they had traveled in her ridiculous quest for
grandchildren. After searching fruitlessly for many years in all the
youkai and human courts of the east for suitable matches for her two
sons, he had granted her pleas to travel to the west. And so for the
last several years she had searched the courts of Europe, while he and
their sons had fenced their way across the continent, challenging the
most skilled masters of unfamiliar techniques.
Dela Mirona sauntered up to the bored youkai lord near the window.
"Lord Sesshoumaru, good evening. I see that Lady Kagome insisted that
you accompany her to another of these tedious affairs."
Sesshoumaru merely glanced at Dela Mirona and uttered a noncommittal,
"Hnn."
"I fear the latest crop is dismal at best," commented Dela Mirona,
dropping gracefully onto the window seat. "My aunt shall depart
disappointed yet again; none of the third rate selection here inspires
the least amount of attraction, let alone romance. I hope for your
sake, that your lady does not berate you for the lack of suitable
selections here tonight. I know how eager she is to find matches for
your own sons."
One eyebrow rose slightly and a disdainful snort was all the response
Sesshoumaru deigned to give Dela Mirona's gibe.
A rustle of satin skirts and petticoats coupled with the scent of his
mate caught the youkai lord's attention. He turned and crossed halfway
across the room in an instant, leaving Dela Mirona speaking to the
empty air.
Kagome skidded to a halt, her chest heaving breathlessly as she fanned
herself with a gold fan. Her tightly laced white gown had gold
embroidery covering the bodice and the drapery trailing down the sides
of her panniers, matching her mate's frock coat. Her left hand
stretched behind, clasping the wrist of the lady she had mercilessly
dragged into the gentlemen's smoking room.
"Sesshoumaru, look who I've found!" she gushed excitedly, dragging her
companion up to her side.
Dela Mirona, forgotten at the window, stood up straight and gaped in
shock. The woman accompanying Kagome was exquisite. Tall and slender,
her dark eyes outlined with just a hint of kohl, lips rosy, glossy
black curls were piled carelessly atop her head with a few tendrils
trailing down her neck. Not for her, the absurd powered beehives and
towering sculpted wigs, such as Kagome wore. His eyes drank in her
slender yet shapely figure, gowned in forest brocade, skirts opening
like wings in front to reveal the light pink floral underskirt beneath.
Dela Mirona began to cross the room as if in a trance.
Kagome glanced meaningfully at Sesshoumaru. His eyes glowed in
response; he too recognized his wife's newly re-found friend. Kagome
spoke meaningfully, "Lord Sesshoumaru, I would like to present Lady
Sangria de Madeira. I hope that we shall all become as good friends as
those we have known in the past."
Dela Mirona glided to a halt silently and bowed low as he caught the
ladies' attention. "My Lady Kagome, would you be so good as to
introduce me to this most enchanting creature. A woman of such beauty,
these eyes have never before beheld."
Kagome giggled at the besotted man. She winked at Sesshoumaru, who
smirked at the inside joke. Kagome made the introductions and Dela
Mirona whisked Lady Sangria back to the ballroom.
Kagome turned and peered eagerly toward the ballroom, glancing back at
Sesshoumaru. She bounced several times and widened her eyes
entreatingly. Sesshoumaru sighed, "Would you care for another dance,
my Lady? I can see that you want to spy on the reunion of our long lost
friends."
An outraged "You despicable pervert!" rang out from the ballroom before
Kagome could answer. A flurry of green skirts flew up the stairs to the
lady's withdrawing room.
Dela Mirona stumbled to the edge of the dance floor. His eyes gazed
bemusedly at the door through which his ladylove had disappeared. He
turned to Kagome mournfully. "Do you think I've ruined my chances with
her?" he asked forlornly, absently caressing the flaming red mark of
her hand on his cheek.