~2~
Claudine rushed back down the stairs to the main floor eager to complete her mission and get back to Tsuki with good news or bad. Like Gazelle she was as anxious to know who this special Admirer of Tsuki’s was, but in her case it was just to be certain he wasn’t dangerous.
Demons sending care packages to rejected demons like those sold to inns for tax fodder was much too suspicious to her. Even if they know him, something in the way they seemed to be too kind just didn’t sit well at all. Demons were not kind creatures at least not in her experience, she had lived too long and seen too much to accept that anything considered generous or thoughtful didn’t demand its price in the end.
So on her way down he decided to make it her personal mission to find out more about this demon before reporting Tsuki’s decision to Coppertone. She headed for the bar.
The barroom like all other room in the house always seemed larger during the day, not overly crowded with paying customers. Just a few quiet individuals sat at the bar, and amongst them was the tall hooded demon. Good so he’s still there, she sighed in relief. He still bore his hood down on him completely concealing his face, but she noticed that it was wet. It had been raining since daybreak; the demon must have been on foot.
She looked at his boots, there was mud on them. Not much just the look of a traveler that been out in the rain.
So he didn’t arrive in a carriage, yet he’s a club member and has fifty thousand in gold to spare for an evening of entertainment? Strange fellow, she thought and somehow he seemed to notice that what she was thinking, because he suddenly sat upright, straitened his back and turn towards her. Beneath the hood all she could see was a pale jaw line and a pair of well formed lips, and they were grinning. “Something amiss,” he asked, his voice was deep but smooth and something in it gave her feeling that it was attractive.
“Amiss, no sir, I just noticed that your cloak his wet sir I will hang it for you. You do intend to stay?”
His grin transformed into a light smile and he brought his hands up to pull back his hood. “Has my company accepted?”
“He wishes to know if you’ll accept the terms of duel with him, are you familiar with this sir?”
“I am,” he replied, “my men informed me of it.”
His men?
He pulled the hood back unveiling his full being down to the base of his neck, still grinning, “tell Tsuki that I would be delighted.”
~3~
Claudine rushed back up the stairs, grateful that she had nothing, but good news for Tsuki. The demon was him the admirer this she had confirmed to herself after having asked him his name. Then she snatched the log book from Coppertone after he made the necessary changes and rushed up the stairs.
She had to be quick, or Coppertone was able to throw a fit, but she wanted Tsuki to confirm the handwriting. On her way up she ran into Gazelle who had apparently come out to meet her.
“Did you see him?” she asked outright.
“Yes, it’s him.”
“The name matches?”
“Yes it does.”
“You have the book?”
Claudine held up the book and Gazelle took it right from her hands. Asking as she flipped to the top page, “did he accept the duel?” she turned the page and sure enough there it was the bold print handwriting standing out on the paper like a patterned steel rod over the surface of freshly fallen snow. It read, Omiah Benn’jinn… OBJ. It’s him.
“Yes, he said he would be delighted,” answered Claudine. So he accepts, Gazelles thoughts rang out, good. Satisfied she handed the book back to Claudine, then asked, “Did you get a good look at him?”
“Good enough he did remove his cloak.”
“And what did you think will Tsuki be disappointed.”
“Well I don’t know what exactly his taste in men is, but I would judge him as fair.” She shrugged, “fairer than most. He did have some unusual features though, he had horns, but they weren’t like an ogre’s horns, but more like yours like the satyr kind, though he didn’t have hooves, he wore boots and he bore more than two sets of horns that sat on him in a strange way. And his ears where very strange, at first I thought they were wings, but weren’t. They looked weird, but it’s just because he has multiple sets. His skin looked nice though and his hair actually shined. And is pure black, which caught my attention because you know we don’t see too many demons around here with hair that color. Not as nice as his, but then again you don’t see demons like Tsuki around here either, and from his accent I’d say he’s foreign, also like Tsuki though I doubt they are from the same country.”
She said more but it was enough Gazelle hurried to inform Tsuki, though she was perplexed, something in what Claudine had to say next caused her to slow in her pace. As her friend went on to inform her ..,
“Is that all, nothing else I can tell him?” Gazelle had coxed hoping to get just a little more information, before rushing along. Claudine nodded, “Actually there is, well I’m not sure about it, but I think this demon might actually be blind.”
Blind?
Sesshomaru’s reaction was the same. Gazelle had explained everything Claudine had to tell her.
“He’s blind?”
“That’s what she told me, she said he didn’t open his eyes once, but it seemed perfectly natural for him like he didn’t need to.”
“Strange,” Sesshomaru muttered to himself.
“Do you know anyone that’s without sight?”
“Not that I know of, apparently.”
“It would explain his handwriting at least.”
Sesshomaru grinned at that. She was right it did, sure enough the script of a blind man. He often did mention he was writing in the dark by moonlight.
So he’s blind, well that will be interesting.
“Coppertone already made the changes; you are back on the Pink List.”
“Fine,” said Sesshomaru uncaringly.
“For when should we schedule the duel?”
“Make it noon, I don’t want to keep our fried waiting?”
“That’s too soon, you’ll need more time to get ready, how about early-evening?”
“Fine, I suppose that’ll do.”
“Good then we shall inform him.”
She fiddled with a few things then rushed to inform the guest of the schedule and then off to the bathing room to start a bath. Sesshomaru remained seated as he was in the same place with the bouquet of roses and gardenias placed before him. Thinking about the information he had received from Gazelle about his mysterious admirer.
He’s here right now. He’s right down stairs, at the bar having a drink. Waiting for him.
He tried to imagine the appearance of what she described to him, but with the meager third person details he couldn’t place much, tall, shiny black hair, nice skin, horns, more than two, extra ears and no eyes. It didn’t ring a bell, at least not out right, but he did sound interesting that he was sure.
For a moment he was tempted to step out into the hall and sneak down the stairwell to get a glimpse of him, but that would have been a fool’s action. Anyway it would give gazelle and the others more reason to resume that crush presumption of theirs. To think that he Sesshomaru would have a crush on some unknown demon was—absurd!
Still he stared at the flowers, and waited for Gazelle to give word for his bath. For once he was actually looking forwards to it.
Claudine rushed back down the stairs to the main floor eager to complete her mission and get back to Tsuki with good news or bad. Like Gazelle she was as anxious to know who this special Admirer of Tsuki’s was, but in her case it was just to be certain he wasn’t dangerous.
Demons sending care packages to rejected demons like those sold to inns for tax fodder was much too suspicious to her. Even if they know him, something in the way they seemed to be too kind just didn’t sit well at all. Demons were not kind creatures at least not in her experience, she had lived too long and seen too much to accept that anything considered generous or thoughtful didn’t demand its price in the end.
So on her way down he decided to make it her personal mission to find out more about this demon before reporting Tsuki’s decision to Coppertone. She headed for the bar.
The barroom like all other room in the house always seemed larger during the day, not overly crowded with paying customers. Just a few quiet individuals sat at the bar, and amongst them was the tall hooded demon. Good so he’s still there, she sighed in relief. He still bore his hood down on him completely concealing his face, but she noticed that it was wet. It had been raining since daybreak; the demon must have been on foot.
She looked at his boots, there was mud on them. Not much just the look of a traveler that been out in the rain.
So he didn’t arrive in a carriage, yet he’s a club member and has fifty thousand in gold to spare for an evening of entertainment? Strange fellow, she thought and somehow he seemed to notice that what she was thinking, because he suddenly sat upright, straitened his back and turn towards her. Beneath the hood all she could see was a pale jaw line and a pair of well formed lips, and they were grinning. “Something amiss,” he asked, his voice was deep but smooth and something in it gave her feeling that it was attractive.
“Amiss, no sir, I just noticed that your cloak his wet sir I will hang it for you. You do intend to stay?”
His grin transformed into a light smile and he brought his hands up to pull back his hood. “Has my company accepted?”
“He wishes to know if you’ll accept the terms of duel with him, are you familiar with this sir?”
“I am,” he replied, “my men informed me of it.”
His men?
He pulled the hood back unveiling his full being down to the base of his neck, still grinning, “tell Tsuki that I would be delighted.”
~3~
Claudine rushed back up the stairs, grateful that she had nothing, but good news for Tsuki. The demon was him the admirer this she had confirmed to herself after having asked him his name. Then she snatched the log book from Coppertone after he made the necessary changes and rushed up the stairs.
She had to be quick, or Coppertone was able to throw a fit, but she wanted Tsuki to confirm the handwriting. On her way up she ran into Gazelle who had apparently come out to meet her.
“Did you see him?” she asked outright.
“Yes, it’s him.”
“The name matches?”
“Yes it does.”
“You have the book?”
Claudine held up the book and Gazelle took it right from her hands. Asking as she flipped to the top page, “did he accept the duel?” she turned the page and sure enough there it was the bold print handwriting standing out on the paper like a patterned steel rod over the surface of freshly fallen snow. It read, Omiah Benn’jinn… OBJ. It’s him.
“Yes, he said he would be delighted,” answered Claudine. So he accepts, Gazelles thoughts rang out, good. Satisfied she handed the book back to Claudine, then asked, “Did you get a good look at him?”
“Good enough he did remove his cloak.”
“And what did you think will Tsuki be disappointed.”
“Well I don’t know what exactly his taste in men is, but I would judge him as fair.” She shrugged, “fairer than most. He did have some unusual features though, he had horns, but they weren’t like an ogre’s horns, but more like yours like the satyr kind, though he didn’t have hooves, he wore boots and he bore more than two sets of horns that sat on him in a strange way. And his ears where very strange, at first I thought they were wings, but weren’t. They looked weird, but it’s just because he has multiple sets. His skin looked nice though and his hair actually shined. And is pure black, which caught my attention because you know we don’t see too many demons around here with hair that color. Not as nice as his, but then again you don’t see demons like Tsuki around here either, and from his accent I’d say he’s foreign, also like Tsuki though I doubt they are from the same country.”
She said more but it was enough Gazelle hurried to inform Tsuki, though she was perplexed, something in what Claudine had to say next caused her to slow in her pace. As her friend went on to inform her ..,
“Is that all, nothing else I can tell him?” Gazelle had coxed hoping to get just a little more information, before rushing along. Claudine nodded, “Actually there is, well I’m not sure about it, but I think this demon might actually be blind.”
Blind?
Sesshomaru’s reaction was the same. Gazelle had explained everything Claudine had to tell her.
“He’s blind?”
“That’s what she told me, she said he didn’t open his eyes once, but it seemed perfectly natural for him like he didn’t need to.”
“Strange,” Sesshomaru muttered to himself.
“Do you know anyone that’s without sight?”
“Not that I know of, apparently.”
“It would explain his handwriting at least.”
Sesshomaru grinned at that. She was right it did, sure enough the script of a blind man. He often did mention he was writing in the dark by moonlight.
So he’s blind, well that will be interesting.
“Coppertone already made the changes; you are back on the Pink List.”
“Fine,” said Sesshomaru uncaringly.
“For when should we schedule the duel?”
“Make it noon, I don’t want to keep our fried waiting?”
“That’s too soon, you’ll need more time to get ready, how about early-evening?”
“Fine, I suppose that’ll do.”
“Good then we shall inform him.”
She fiddled with a few things then rushed to inform the guest of the schedule and then off to the bathing room to start a bath. Sesshomaru remained seated as he was in the same place with the bouquet of roses and gardenias placed before him. Thinking about the information he had received from Gazelle about his mysterious admirer.
He’s here right now. He’s right down stairs, at the bar having a drink. Waiting for him.
He tried to imagine the appearance of what she described to him, but with the meager third person details he couldn’t place much, tall, shiny black hair, nice skin, horns, more than two, extra ears and no eyes. It didn’t ring a bell, at least not out right, but he did sound interesting that he was sure.
For a moment he was tempted to step out into the hall and sneak down the stairwell to get a glimpse of him, but that would have been a fool’s action. Anyway it would give gazelle and the others more reason to resume that crush presumption of theirs. To think that he Sesshomaru would have a crush on some unknown demon was—absurd!
Still he stared at the flowers, and waited for Gazelle to give word for his bath. For once he was actually looking forwards to it.