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Finding Kagome	By : MetsukiKaraTen Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 8806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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 a
glower 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. Rather dramatically.

“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, not trying to hide his animosity.

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

“Excuse
me, Mr. Fucking 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 grimace.

“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 the latter. 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,”
Sesshoumaru 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 since
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 only
barely disguising his shock. “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 could'a 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.

“Keh! . . . 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 mike 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 slender 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 his brother, 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,” 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!!” hissed 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 fanless
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 territory, 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 turned and 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 with 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 the hanyou 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 had 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.

~ooO0Ooo~
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