Touga Taisho had known something was up with his eldest son and heir for the past six months, but had ignored all of the signs. After all, his son knew demon law almost better than he did and had never done anything to disgrace their family or their bloodline... Until now. He thought angrily as he stared at the disheveled, and obviously pupped nineteen year old young woman standing on his doorstep at four a.m. in the morning in the middle of winter.

"W-What the-" He started to ask what the hell was going on. After all, he was well over three thousand years old. Sometimes his mind simply couldn't keep up with specific events.

This of course was obviously one of them due partially to shock, anger and oh yeah- the sixth bottle of vodka he had downed less than ten minutes ago. So yes, clarification as to what exactly was currently going on, would be fantastic.

"I-I need to speak with Sesshomaru." The young woman said in a weary tone that was just slightly alarming to Touga, but then she was still standing outside of his home on the front porch, shivering in the cold. So maybe weariness was normal?

Then again, it was freezing outside and he had yet to invite the delicate little thing in. Maybe that was why she sounded weary? Suddenly remembering his manners, Touga muttered an oath under his breath and then promptly apologized to the young lady and moved back to let her in.

Opening the door up a bit more to allow her to squeeze by him.

She shuffled forward like a zombie. A clear sign of both physical and mental exhaustion. Both of which weren't good for her, much less the pup she carried since it not only put a strain on her, but on it as well.

He would have to do something about that while he explained to her that his son was gone.

He had left earlier that day without a word, after coming home early from work to go on a 'romantic' get away with his fiance of the past year, Kaguara Onigumo. However now that his son was being called on the carpet by this young lady, and he caught a good whiff of her scent- honeysuckle and sandlewood- mixed none too subtly with the scent of his eldest son- he inwardly seethed at Sesshomaru's actions.

Quietly closing the door, Touga resumed his silent appraisal of the young lady.

She was thin, far too thin than was healthy for her and the pup. Yet beyond that he could sense that she was a great beauty for a human. She was tall, but not so tall that she didn't seem unfeminine, after all- he was seven foot two inches tall, and she just barely reached his chest. Her skin was pale (which could be from lack of proper rest and nutrition?) yet it appeared to be smooth and unblemished. Her hair was a deep black with blue undertones to it.

It was thick and long, and looked as if it hadn't seen a good shampoo/brush in at least a week or more.

Her body was petite undreneath the overly baggy clothes that she was wearing, and yet he could make out the vaguely pleaseing curves of her breasts, stomach, and waist.

And her eyes- when she finally tilted her head back to look at him. They were the most breathtaking shade of neon blue that he had ever seen before. However any charm that they held was gone from the haunted blue depths and all that could be seen was pain.

Deep agonizing pain.

Any buzz he'd had before from the booze he had consumed suddenly left him as he inwardly snarled, How fucking dare that bastard son of mine!

He had not only broken demon law by seeking pleasure outside of his chosen's company, but left the damned female when she would need his yoki to survive her pregnancy! Was he trying to kill her and his grandpup? He wondered.

"Wait here for just a moment." Touga said in a gentle tone as he then abruptly left her standing there in the doorway so that he could run upstairs and grab a blanket for her and find some clean (and hopefully more fitting clothes) for her for later since she would undoubtedly be staying the night with him.

It only took him less than five minutes, but it felt as if time had slowed to a crawl as he finally returned to the girl. Deciding that since his heir was too damn weak, pathetic and cowardly to do right by the young female waiting for him, then he would.

And perhaps he would figure out just what the hell had happened to cause his son to leave her in such a state.

"Here, you need to warm up," He said as he carefully wrapped a blanket around her shivering form and pulled her against his body so that he could offer some measure of comfort for her as he asked, "What is your name?"

To which the young woman replied, sending his anger at his son and heir to whole new levels.

"Whore."

Growling, Touga's fangs flashed as he snapped. "That is not your name."

"It's the only thing he's ever called me. And this...only seems to back up his claim." The young woman said as she reached up and used one finger to move the collar of her shirt aside so that he could see his son's handy work. And if the fact that his jaw had practically dropped as he stared at his son's mark etched into her skin was any indication, then obviously Sesshomaru was right to have marked her as such.