Dignity Denied by Incomprehensible

I. the thief and the underwear.

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Damn that woman.

She was doing it again.

Taking away the things she “thought” he didn't need. She had only rejoined and converged her pack with his little over a month ago, and even with the ties to his royal person, should have absolutely no power over his person, his staff, and his guard service. First it had started out as simple, petty things – eating utensils, a few errant papers from the council room and his personal study, misplaced vases and braziers gone missing, but then it had escalated into something akin to that of a game. A game only she was willing to play.

The two-headed dragon, Ah-Un, had been gone when he had been scheduled to go patrolling, in their stead, stood a magnificent white stallion. As if the puny animal could handle the provisions needed for such a lengthy journey. Not to mention Rin, as well, who always insisted on going with him on patrols. Now, more so than ever, that she was here.

His own ward had gone missing for a short streak little more than a fortnight ago. He was positive that there was some outside involvement in that case, though he had no concluding evidence to prove it.

Breezing through the shoji dividing doors elegantly, Sesshoumaru turned down the hall, intent on finding the witch. This time she had taken it too far.

Not once in the many days she had been a guest and resident of his castle had she thought to play her tricks on him, and for good reason, too. None of the items she deemed worthy to be stolen were directly related to him, or in his possession.

Ah-Un was a beast, and belonged more to Rin than to Sesshoumaru. Rin, herself, was a person of her own standing. Already, she was starting to grow up and branch off from him. Soon she would be her own person entirely. The papers were of paltry existence, and the inanimate objects were petty things he couldn't be bothered with, even on a good day.

It was probably a good thing she had strayed from disrupting his peace too much. Not even a fool would think to play any joke on the Great Lord And Taiyoukai Of The West (because he just liked to capitalize important things). Not even a fool would think to speak to him in any sort of vocal communications in any sort, shape or form of humour. It was simply out of the question.

Yes, growing up he had been told he was a 'spoil sport' and 'ill humoured', and yes, he still was, but that did not excuse what had happened.

“Even in my own home.” He grumbled under his breath, passing another vase emptied of flowers and other wildlife.

His papers he could have done without. Hell, he would have welcomed her to take them by placing a sign as big as Ah-Un by his desk with the word “TAKE” painted on it, but this was going too far.

What had she taken?

Probably the most important of his possessions, and the least recognized. And regarded. She had taken his entire collection of loincloths. He absolutely refused to go without undergarments.

Sucking a big breath of air into his lungs, Sesshoumaru roared out a single word, and all in the castle quaked, pitying the person his anger was directed at.

“Mother!”

(The summary is somewhat misleading. The relationship is the meeting between two people involving humiliating interactions. If there is a romantic tie between the two, it will be later on in coming. Until then, it's character development between characters, setting boundaries, limits etc.... Think of it as follow-up, breaking in new shoes, whatever you want. - Incomprehensible)