The Lady of Merc by Deranged Fanatic

Prolog

Prolog

She was just another ningen, another poor pitiful mortal to crush under his heel. Or at least, that was what she was supposed to be.

She wasn't paying by the rules.

She didn't cower under his stare. She didn't shrink from his presence. She didn't even drool after him like all the other disgusting females when they thought he wasn't looking. Heck, she didn't even seem to notice him!

Grr...Just the thought of it, a mere human girl-child, ignoring he, Sesshoumaru... Kami, he needed to strangle something. Something sporting too big, hand-me-down clothing, black hair, tasteless glasses big enough to cover half her face, and a voice entirely too sweet.

That was another thing. Just why was she always wearing such unflattering clothing? Money was certainly no issue, none of her other possessions were substandard. Was her figure perhaps so bloated that she was ashamed to show herself? That would be a first, usually the hideously obese insisted on wearing skimpy shirts or stretchy sundresses that threw their bulk in your face in a misguided endeavor look more attractive.

And that mask she called "fashionably enchanting personised designer eyewear" in such a mock haughty tone that he was hard pressed to suppress a smile when he... overheard her conversation. Now, though, he narrowed his eyes slightly in annoyance. Just what in the seven hells was she trying to hide? Was she so hideously scarred that she had to skip over makeup and go straight to opaque plastic? Those damned tinted glasses even prevented him from seeing her eyes.

The most curious thing about her though, was her scent. There was none. From the time he noticed her, her scent had been so thoroughly masked that all he could detect was the faint snow-melt smell of pure miko magic. Scent could tell a youkai such as him about a person's character and history. The fact that she chose to hide it, and took care that no youkai ever caught her without her masking spell, shouted louder than words that there was some secret she didn't want discovered. What that something was, he fully intended to find out.

Especially after she blew he, Sesshoumaru, through a window and into the swimming pool, in full view of the school. The nerve of the girl! She even had the audacity make jokes about "water-logged dogs" afterwards!

Oh, yes, Sesshoumaru, Taiyoukai, Prince and Heir of the Western Lands of Japan, was pissed. The fact that he had to resort to his idiot half-brother's vocabulary to find a word to fit his mood just proved the depth of his outrage. Higurashi Kagome... he thought venomously, Just you wait...

Author's Notes:

I meant to use all those big words, really! It'll be a common theme when I'm writing in Sesshoumaru's point of view, to give you a better idea of what's going on in his head. The language'll be more natural when I'm using someone else's POV, unless I decide to do another stuffy character with a superiorty complex, that is.

Did anyone pick up on my little clues to Fluffy's real feelings? *Looks around furtively and leans in to whisper* He's still in the denial stage...

Anyone wanna guess what the deal with Kagome is? I don't plan on revealing her past for several chapters yet, but I'll drop little clues, and if you give me your theories, I can brag about how sneaky I'm being or sulk and try harder.

This is my first fanfic, so if anyone has any comments, tips or constructive critisms are welcome.