InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Makai ❯ Makai's Defiance ( Chapter 17 )

Chapter Seventeen: Makai's Defiance

 

 

 

Makai bolted upright, wildly looking at her surroundings. She was in a bed, silk sheets draped over her. There was a small balcony with wooden shutters opened to the outside world. An armoire was in the far corner of the room. A small vanity with a mirror and stool sat beside it. There was a door two feet away from her bed leading who knew where as well as a more grandiose door in the adjacent wall that she was sure opened to the hall she was in.

 

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a female demon stepped through, followed by a band of women, each holding a few kimonos, obis, and under robes. Makai watched them wearily as they approached her bed. At least she hoped it was her bed. The demoness stopped in front of her, bowing. The entourage behind her quietly set their things on the bed before doing likewise.

 

“Welcome, mistress. Sesshoumaru has asked me to bring you suitable attire. He didn't know what you would prefer, but he insisted that you be dressed decently.”

 

“I have no wish to wear anything that bastard gives me. I'll deal with what I have,” Makai said vehemently. The female demon looked with shock at the human in front of her who dared to defy her master. Respect flared in her eyes. Apparently this human was more than she seemed.

 

“I'm afraid that won't happen, mistress. I would be punished if you appeared in those rags you are wearing. Maybe we could compromise?”

 

Makai looked at the demoness in front of her, quietly contemplating her next move. Suddenly, an idea formed on how to follow Sesshoumaru's instructions without her actually giving in to his demands and keeping the demoness from being punished. A sly smile appeared on her face, a mischievous gleam appearing in her eyes.

 

“May I know your name demoness?”

 

“Why of course, mistress. It is Kira,” the demoness said with slight surprise. She was curious about what the woman in front of her was up to.

 

“Kira, does Sesshoumaru have any material in this castle that I could make clothes from?”

 

“Why, yes. He finds it much less painstaking to have his own seamstresses make clothes for him and his ward than scaring stupid villagers into doing it for him. He has a whole room filled with material.”

 

“Good. Please bring me a bolt of every color you think would be suitable for me. I have an idea about how to keep you out of trouble without actually having to wear what he so `generously' gave me.”

 

Nodding her head in ascent, Kira motioned for two of her ladies to go to the seamstress wing and bring back the colors she believed best suited the woman in front of her. She had to admit, this human was quite fun. No one had ever defied Sesshoumaru so blatantly and subtly before. She couldn't wait to see his reaction. Being outsmarted by a human was sure to bring him down a few pegs; if he didn't kill her first.

 

Makai watched the bustle around her. Women were running to and from the room, bringing mounds of material, needles, thread, and crude scissors. Well, she supposed for the era, they were quite advanced, but nothing compared to the twenty-first century. When everything had been placed down, she surveyed the materials in front of her. She could already see what she wanted to come from each color or patterned bolt.

 

“Kira, I'll keep these three kimonos, but no others,” she said, pointing to a deep red kimono with sakura blossoms sewn in gold thread throughout, a white kimono with dragons floating around in black, and a pale green kimono with leaves of the deepest jade. She then started to describe the clothes she wanted made, making drawings on the paper provided to her. She could see the excitement in the female demons' eyes. They had never made these types of clothes before, and the challenge it presented would keep them busy for days. After she finished giving her instructions and had dismissed the demons with a promise that two of the outfits she had ordered would be finished by supper, she turned to the bed behind her, sinking gratefully into its comfort.

 

Soon, she was slowly drifting into slumber, the last visages of consciousness giving way to dreams of a slightly surprised and angry Sesshoumaru, disbelieving of her act of defiance. The thought brought a smile to her face. She couldn't wait.

 

Some hours later, Makai was awakened by the light knocking on her door. Easing out of her bed, she went and opened it, revealing Kira holding two of the outfits she had ordered. Smiling with excitement, Makai lead Kira into her room, gently removing the garments from her arms, spreading them out on her bed.

 

“They look perfect, Kira. Thank you so much for getting them done so quickly.”

“It was no trouble, mistress. I am most anxious to see the great Lord Sesshoumaru's face when he sees someone actually defy him. It will prove to be most interesting.”

“Kira, stop calling me mistress. My name is Makai. I am far from your superior, and it makes me feel weird.”

 

“As you wish, Makai.”

 

“Good, now where are the shoes I asked for?”

“I have one of my women bringing them up at we speak. It was a bit difficult getting shoes to match your outfits, but we managed.”

Bubbling with excitement, Makai quickly put one of her out fits away. Turning back toward the other, she stripped before quickly donning the luxurious clothes. No matter how simple the clothing, when it's done in silk, it felt delicious on the skin. She'd even been able to get them to make panties and bras, although the bras were hard to figure out, but they made makeshift hooks.

 

She was now wearing a beautiful sky blue skirt with pale green and purple flowers sewn in. It hugged her hips before gently floating away from her legs to barely skim them. It fell to just above the knee. The beautiful lilac shirt perfectly complemented the skirt. It had a v-neck that showed a hint of cleavage and three quarter sleeves. It hugged her ample breasts and slim waist. The shoes (slippers actually) that went with it were the same pale green at the leaves on the skirt.

 

After the shoes had arrived, Makai told Kira to go enjoy the rest of her evening while she waited for Sesshoumaru to summon her to dinner. She was fairly bouncing on the balls of her feet. Finally, there was a tentative knock on her door. Quickly crossing the room, she threw open the door and looked down to see Jaken waiting to escort her to dinner. His jaw dropped, taking in the human's appearance. He was certain Sesshoumaru hadn't meant for her to wear such garments. He was afraid to see what his reaction would be. Resettling his features to a scowl, he looked into the humans eyes and told her she had been summoned to eat with his Lord Sesshoumaru. Quietly, Makai followed the little green demon down the stairs.