Do Me A Wrong

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"Pleasing indeed," her voice too soft to be heard.

"I can see why milady took him to her bed," The servant girl said, almost absently.

"What!?" Yasaka snarled as her eyes rose up in golden slits. Umeko's hands froze in mid-stroke and Yasaka turned to glower at the girl.

Instantly, Umeko fell into seiza and bowed her head low. "Forgive me, Yasaka-hime! I spoke out of line!"

Yasaka's tails twitched in irritation from behind her, her face carrying a trace of feral annoyance.

Is that what the servant was thinking? That she took some boy, whom she knew for a scant few hours, to her bed and had her way with him? Anger bubbled within her and her Yōki began to fluctuate. Her exasperation only further increased as her eyes kept flickering to the bed.

"Did I not instruct you to keep silent about what you saw?" Her voice layered with iron and ire.

"I haven't told a soul!" Umeko proclaimed from her position on the floor.

"Nothing happened between that boy and I." Yasaka hissed in pure venom "Do not speak of things you have no knowledge of. Know your place."

"Of course, milady. I humbly beg your forgiveness." The girl's voice practically quivering in fear.

Admitting to herself just how much of a bitch she was being, Yasaka closed her eyes used various mental techniques learned from over the centuries to alleviate her temper. Taking a deep, calming breath, she felt her chakra pathways flow soothingly through her flesh. Her anger abated, though it remained in a cool stir.

"Get up," She ordered, she may have had a hand on her irritation but she was still thoroughly peeved. "Ensure that everything is prepared for the morning meal."

"As you wish, ma'am," Umeko quickly scurried away.

When she was sure she was finally alone, Yasaka let out an unsettled sigh. She sat back down and put a hand to her head as she closed her eyes.

She hadn't felt this much stress since the Apocalypse Dragon had decided to take a nap on Mount Fuji three hundred years ago. The Ultimate One sneezed and the strongest earthquake in centuries ripped through the country and caused the ancient volcano to erupt.

Alas, such was the bane of immortal existences.

Their fickle fancies caused more than one tragedy and resulted in headaches to last through the ages. Although, she was quite happy with Her Lady.

Unlike many of the other pantheons, the Shinto was one of benevolence and rationality. She thanked her lucky stars she wasn't born into the Greek one. A woman of her allure and exceptionality would have been passed around like a cheap whore amongst the promiscuous divinities there.

Yasaka let out another long-suffering sigh. Her thoughts once more drifting back to the boy who was now a permanent part of her life. Raising her head out of her hands, she carefully tucked several strands of hair behind her ear as she put a miserable gaze back to her bed. How on earth was she to explain this to him?

'My sincerest apologies but the divine voice in my head has decided we're going to be married from hence forth. I hope we can get along from now on, honeybunch.'

She snorted at how ridiculous that sounded in her mind. She wouldn't blame the boy if he asked to have her committed to an asylum. Honestly, out of all the servants Amaterasu-sama had, why her?

Granted, she was the strongest in all of Japan save for the deities of Takama-ga-hara themselves. Her full strength could be compared to the likes of a Dragon King. Perhaps not on the same equivalence of the World Serpent or the Undying Storm, but she knew for a fact that her powers were greater than that of Yu-Long and Vritra.

Yasaka stood, brushing off all her concerns and headed for the banquet hall reserved for only when guests came to dine. She had to speak with Ichigo one way or another, regardless of their marriage.

'The one only I am privy to.'

Amaterasu-sama's initial reasoning for inviting the Devils was to bring up possible trade agreements. So that was one headache she could quickly dispatch.

The soft patter of her footsteps echoed across the wooden floor and with an absent-minded ease, born of traversing the very same halls for decades upon decades, she arrived at panels that slid to reveal the banquet hall.

Each of the sliding panels, on the interior, had a depiction of a famous event in Kyoto drawn in ink. The floor was polished cherry wood and hundreds of lanterns hung from the ceiling. She liked to think that the room gave off a sentiment of grand longing and nostalgia.

Sitting down at the long table, she awaited the arrival of the young devil and, as the minutes ticked by, her anxiety returned and grew. Churning in the pit of her stomach, a certain uneasiness took ahold of her. Her eyes kept darting to the sides of the room, where no doubt the young man would enter any minute.

She held no misgivings that the eventual question of 'why did I wake up naked' would be thrown out at some point in their conversation. 'Although,' Yasaka mused to herself. 'I can do the logical thing and blame the one person not present to defend themselves. After all, it was entirely Amaterasu-sama's fault.'

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