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Random Seduction
Chapter One
A loud rap was heard upon the large, golden mahogany double doors and a young servant girl silently and quickly preceded towards them. She turned and cocked her head to the left, indicating to the handsome figure that reclined himself in a very plush King’s Chair across the room; who everyone just calls Lord Senpai instead of Lord InuTaisho for some unknown reason, that his son was the one at the door.
Right on time.
Just as expected.
He nodded his head in a “Let the child in" type of way, and the peasant girl, Youki, did just that. "Lord Senpai is waiting, Prince-" she started, when the Prince interrupted her and gently shoved her out of the way. He swiftly and stealthily strides towards his father and sat in a tall, plush golden chair across from him, sighing out in utter boredom.
“Son," Lord Senpai started, sitting behind his large, well-rounded oak desk. With dazzlingly endless amber eyes and a smile so sweet it'll make your teeth hurt, many people wondered why the Demon Lord of the West had not taken another permanent mate since the loss of his first two lovers.
Since the surprising deaths of Simouye & Mariko (a/n: Lord Senpai’s first lovers, Simouye -or Lady Serenity- being the mother of the first Prince; Mariko being the mother of the second, the one called InuYasha), the Demon Lord has been having emotional episodes like being very neutral one moment and bouncing off the walls in pure joy the next. Some would say he’s a bit bi-polar, other would say he’s merely random. Everyone chose to think that he’s just a silly little random Senpai.
Many women, --even geishas whom have not sold spring yet, called Maikos-- have tried to win the love and affection of the Demon Lord, without success. A lot of young and beautiful womens hearts have been broken because of this one, godly Lord. So many ruined lives . . . so sad, so very, very sad.
“Father, what in Kami’s name is it that is so important that would possess you to interrupt me in my only time of leisure? Today of all days,” he asked lifelessly, folding his long, structured arm across his bare, scarred, muscled chest; devastatingly sexy in contrast to the seemingly decayed and eerily creepy empty space in which his (left or right?) arm once was. Then Youki, who stood mesmerized at the arch of the doorway, sighed out in lust at the hormone-filled sight of the Prince.
Shirtless. (fangirl-ish squeel)
“Well, ya iffy lil b*****d,” Lord Senpai started, tying up his long, perfect silvery hair into a single, loose ponytail. He adjusted himself in his seat, getting a bit more comfortable, and then continued, “You are coming to an age where you’ll need to take a mate.” An innocent, yet mischievous smile crossed his still-youthful face.
The Prince sighed out in utter annoyance, and, in a very uninterested tone, replied, “Father, I do not wish to take, nor will I ever want to have, a ‘mate’, as you so blatantly call it . . . ever.” He knew his father was going to bring up this horrible subject sooner or later, but he had no plans on mating any of the power-hungry bitches his eccentric father might try to pair him with. Ever!
Lord Senpai, who just kept smiling at his ill-tempered son, shifted himself into a more comfortable position yet again, taking all the time in the world, purposely irritating the living daylights out of the Prince. “Well, my dear son, my first born, my heir. You know, as well as I, that to become the next Demon Lord of the West-, you DO wish to become Lord, don’t you?” Senpai asked sarcastically, already knowing the answer.
The Prince frowned and nodded.
Lord Senpai smiled again, then continued, “One of the requirements is to take a mate, one that is fruitful and shall bear your future heir, one with the fighting blood coursing through her veins, one that . . . “
The Prince sighed and rolled his very attractive amber shaded eyes at his father.
“Lord Senpai, of course you know that I wish to become the Lord . . . I MUST become the next Lord, Kami only knows what would happen if that mutt brother of mine were to take the position,” he replied, shuddering at the thought of his failure brother taking the Prince’s rightful position as Demon Lord.
“And if I were to take the role of Demon Lord, which I will, I can do so perfectly fine without some tramp to hold me back,” the Prince chimed in an unusually chipper . . . and kind of creepy voice.
Lord Senpai’s smile quickly turned into a smug snarl, if not only for a moment. His son’s stubbornness was really starting to irritate the Demon Lord.
If only he weren’t just like his mother, Lord Senpai thought solemnly to himself, wishing this his two first loves were still with him instead of in the Realm of the Dead. But, you cannot change what already is.
“Alright son, I’ll make you a deal, one so magni-“
“You mean a ‘bet’?” The Prince asked, purposely interrupting. “Remember father, I’ve lived with you for centuries, I know your tricks, so don’t try your little games on me . . . it just will not work.”
“What ever!” Lord Senpai said, rolling his eyes and sticking his hand in his son’s face.
The Prince’s slender brow twitched a bit at that, which is exactly what he wanted to happen. Silly little Senpai.
“You have exactly ONE cycle of the moon to find yourself a mate . . . “ He paused for a dramatic effect, then continued, “Or I shall choose a mate for you, as in . . . Kagura, Kikyo, Kaguya, Jakotsu . . . ” Lord Senpai purposely trailed off, letting that last word hang in the air, sending shivers down his son’s back.
“Father,.“
“Yes, son?“
“You know as well as I that Jakotsu is not a woman.”
“I know son,”
“Then why would-” He stopped himself mid sentence, thinking about what his father had just said, and then growled at the man. “LORD SENPAI, I AM NOT GAY!” He bellowed at his father, jumping up from his seat, outraged.
“You make your choice,” Lord Senpai chimed lightly, smothering a laugh.
The Prince sighed inward, knowing that he didn’t want to make any of those dirty sluts. Or that thing. But, in his crazy father’s mind, it’ll be the best damn thing to ever happen to him. They were all just low down dirty horny scum sucking gutter whores and a complete and utter waste of his precious time.
“No,” he said, irritated beyond belief.
Why the hell does this keep happening to me?! He thought to himself, looking off to the right.
Then, out of nowhere, the Prince’s inner Daemon called out into his mind. “Hey dude, haven’t chat chitted with you in one hell of a long time, ya stupid a** picker!” His inner daemon laughed loudly in the Prince’s mind, making his wince slightly.
Lord Senpai knew what was now happening and smirked, standing from his large, throne-of-a-chair and quickly descending from the study, dragging Youki, who’d stayed at the door frame, with him.
“Please, Naoko-kun, go back to the Coven with Saoshi-san and leave now, you git of a daemon,” The Prince pleaded in a commanding tone, referring to Naoko’s mysterious mistress as Saoshi.
Naoko thought it was cute, so it stayed.
“Hell, the fudge, no! You promised me & Saoshi that we could come out every third week of a month for a whole week. And guess what, ya dunce?!”
Naoko paused, just like the Prince’s father, for a dramatic reference, then continued, “It’s Party Time! Oh, and I heard about your little meeting with your pops and all, and, well, he’s right!”
The Prince repeatedly smacked himself across the face with his scarred, talented hand, trying viciously to keep Naoko from uttering another idiotic word.
Pfft, like that was gonna happen, since Saoshi doesn’t listen to the Prince. So, as was her way, she said, “Ya need to get laid, ya frickin homo!”.
Naoko sighed inwardly to smother his will to laugh, then added, “Yeah, sweet a** over here is right, you need to let off some steam, man! Well, what your REALLY need to do is let off some of those white wigglies into the world (a/n: by world, he means some chic, any chic, but preferably his future mate), if ya know what I mean.”
The Prince had to laugh a bit at that last bit, something he hadn’t done in awhile, so it sounded kind of wrong. After about twenty minutes of random, useless talk about sex, cookies & toenail clippings (shudders), the odd trio was interrupted by the sounds of Lord Senpai the room once more, Youki standing at the door frame yet again.
“Come to finish your useless ‘deal’, I see, father?”
“You bet your sweet ka-tootin’ a** I am!” Said the playful Senpai, flailing one of his structured fists in the air wildly, as if he were drunk. Maybe he was, you could never really tell with him.
“Ya know what? Fine then, I’m listening, all ears. Please, tell me, what is it that you have to say NOW?”
“If you cannot come up with a mate by the end of the cycle of the moon, then I shall pick a mate for you. You shall accept this, whether you like it or not. And, if you so choose to defy me . . . I shall have to kill you with my bare hands, you know I can do it.”
“No,” is all he said.
“What do you mean, NO?! I could SO kill your little wimpy a** all up and down this place, man!”
“You heard me, I said no. Mates need love, and love is a weak emotion. I, father, am not weak, nor do I plan on becoming so anytime soon. Had I known beforehand that this is what you wanted to speak to me about, I surely would not have come. I must go to the field to train now, goodbye father.”
The Prince stood once again from the plush, throne and descended across the room, stopping only inches away from Youki, who, still at the door frame, quivering away from him, and turned his head to give one final glance at his father, who still sat at his throne, looking at the chair in which the Prince had sat.
“Sesshomaru,” he said emotionlessly.
“Yes, InuTaisho?”
“You shall have a mate, whether you like it or not, so don’t get bitchy about it with me, ya lil snot.”
Sesshomaru only smiled, and walked out of the Demon Lord’s study, shaking his head as he did so.
Lord Senpai beckoned Youki over to where he sat, and, in her ruddy ear, he whispered, “Since he shall not choose a mate for himself, and the mates that are available are not suitable, we shall have to go to plan B, don’t you think, dear Youki-san?”
“Yes, Lord Senpai, I do agree. But, what daemon woman would you find that is suitable enough to mate with said Prince, your majesty?”
“Oh, I have someone in mind that will be perfect for him, don’t you worry your little head, Youki. Don’t you worry one little bit . . . But please, go wash up a bit, you're starting to smell of dank, musty mold.” And with that comment, he shooed her out of the study and the handsome Lord was once again alone.
 SaraiyuLoveless · Wed Dec 10, 2008 @ 01:57am · 0 Comments |
