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The Subservient Princess	By : AmberDDawn Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 3534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This chapter is a touch short but I ended it where I felt it was best. Warning for out of character Jaken, but I decided that he has matured a bit dealing with motherhood for twenty years, also the spirit of the original character is still there with his belligerency, theatrics, and short temper.

The Subservient Princess
Head Strong

In the twilight hours Jaken went in search of his eldest daughter to comfort her. He entered her shared rooms where his three Mizus were chatting and eating from a platter of delicacies.
“Good evening momma!” The triplets all chimed happily. Jaken loved all his children but he wanted to shake his head in shame at how spoiled his second brood had turned out. They were favored by the servants as they were heralded as great beauties. They all looked rather more like their mother with large eyes that were gold flecked with green and brown, no hair to speak of and miniscule bodies covered in green skin. Not one of them batted an eye seeing their mother in his distressed state.
“Have you three seen your sister Ren?” He squeaked out the question in his high pitched voice.
“No mother,” They chorused in response. Then Mizuko spoke up, “Not since she came to fetch her clothes to be washed.” The young female tapped her chin in contemplation, “She may be gone a while momma, she took quite a lot of her clothes.”
Jaken nodded numbly, “Ok girls…do not spoil your dinner eating all of that.” He motioned toward the platter which held pickled fish innards and caviar (two things he himself could consume for hours if he allowed himself). The kappa turned from his children quietly and left.
Outside the room his composure fell He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him until he spotted a trusted guard, “Ryota!” The demon stopped mid-pace and turned toward his lord’s mate. The blue frog demon frowned. He knew his master’s mate was dramatic but over the years he had learned the difference between Jaken’s little dramas and true emergencies. Jaken was too distressed to over play his grief he was tense and sure in his movements as he caught up with the guard.
“Have ye seen my eldest? I cannot find Ren,” Jaken asked desperately.
“No my lord,” The frog spoke honestly.
“Oh,” Jaken sighed fretfully.
“The princess is quite self-sufficient and I am sure she is wise enough to return to the palace once night falls,” He tried to assure the kappa. Jaken shook his head. He knew that his daughter took more after her father then after himself. She was head strong and flighty. Outside of a battle field Gamamaru could be quite impulsive. His courtship of Jaken had been evidence enough of that. Jaken thanked the gods that he had Etsuko. The salamander turned out to be a brilliant advisor. After her betrothed was killed she threw herself into her work to ease the pain of her loss. She could not help but stick her nose into affairs of state as she was cleaning the lord’s chambers and the head strong toad was surprisingly accepting of her advice as even he recognized a genius when he saw one.
Ren was also quite capable of flying off the handle and Jaken feared that she would run from this trial that her father foolishly had set for her. Marasuki Ren was not aware of the outside world; by human standards she was quite fair. Jaken feared what would become of her. On one occasion when sailors had docked in their ports to trade she had been seen by the men. Ren has no idea that there had been a thwarted kidnapping attempt on her. The men lusted after the princess for her beauty. Ren would go into a world where her looks would be appreciated, coveted and fought over. She was still a child and the things she would possibly endure frightened the kappa.
Being shunned and mistreated much of her life Ren would find herself the object of lust and perhaps love. The latter would not be bad if Jaken only knew his daughter would be safe. It looked as if history might repeat itself with his daughter. Jaken shook his head, “No I fear she has run off. She is upset…Please send some guards out, but keep quiet about it.”
“Yes my lord,” Ryota gave a sharp nod, “I will call only my most trusted men.” He bowed and left the kappa to think.

Ren shivered. Sometimes being warm blooded was such a bother. She had woken in a strange place frightened. She recalled where she was and why but that did nothing to comfort her. The forest was quiet though the wind blew and leaves rustled. Compared to the swap it was practically silent. She missed the frog song that would lull her into peaceful dreams. Her warm bed with soft furs and her sisters mumbling and sleep talk. She sniffed and felt a large tear roll down her nose. She wanted to go home…then her thoughts turned to Satoshi Toru she nearly growled. There was no way she could return. She refused to marry such vile demon. She may be ugly but she has her self-respect to think of, if not her happiness.
She clutched her ruined kimono tighter for warmth and settled back into the tree roots she would endure and find a way to survive. She decided it would be best to stay off the main roads to avoid people. Ren allowed herself to slip back into a light slumber…
Ryota was starting to worry over the young princess there was no sign of her. His men had come up empty handed. It did not help that they were tracking her through the water and that nobody seems to have seen her leave.

He really did not want to return with no news, but it was too dark to see properly and he feared his men might get ambushed by some hungry nocturnal demon. He called them back, “Men! We must return to the palace. We can continue the search in the morning, but remember on the orders of Lord Jaken not a word must be spoken of this.” The guards all nodded. Many of them sported looks of worry. It was true that the princess was scorned by some for her looks. While to them she was no beauty there were many who loved the princess for her kindness and strong work ethic. If something ill were to befall her there would be a great cry of sorrow from the swamp lands.

Sesshomaru returned to the peaceful palace of the west. One would think he would enjoy the stillness and lack of activity (aside from the occasional servant). …But something in him missed the chaos of having a human child, and the theatrics of his former vassal. The two whom were absent left a hollow feeling in the great lord. He seated himself at his large desk looking at the papers lying there waiting for a seal or a signature. He was almost so bored that he would welcome a fight from his half-brother. Now that thought got him to his feet. Perhaps he had been sitting about too long. The powerful demon had not patrolled his lands in over a year. That chore was far overdue. He would leave this instant. He stopped and rang his head servant. A simpering mixed breed cat demon slinked up to the lord’s chambers.
“You called me lord?” The feline purred.
“I will be departing to patrol the border Terumi,” He spoke tersely.
“Yes me lord,” She bowed and stepped aside. He passed her gracefully. That was all the orders she needed she would maintain the house and have everything ready for the Daiyoki’s return day or night…
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