Jasmine Assassin

InuYasha/Avatar: The Last Airbender

Kagome/ Iroh

Rating: T/M

Language: English

Summary: Kagome Higurashi; fire bender with strange flames, girl with unmatched beauty and grace, and orphan. Yes, orphan. The Fire nation took her family away from her, so she's taking the next for the throne away from them, Iroh; the Dragon of the West, and the General of the Fire Nation's army- did we forget to mention that he has a passion for tea?

Disclaimer:I don't own InuYasha or Avatar: the Last Airbender; nor will I ever own them.

Ages:

Kagome: 23

Iroh: 30

(Others are unnecessary)

Jasmine Assassin

Kagome shifted awkwardly as she was seated at the low table with the General of the Royal Army, Iroh. The man only ate the rice set before him by the cook, and they were alone once again.

"You wanted to speak to me about something that couldn't have been said last night?"

"Of course, but it can wait until after breakfast too."

Kagome sighed and continued to eat; soon they had finished and sat alone in the silence.

"Are you happy with the home you have?"

"What do you mean?" Kagome asked, blinking in confusion. "I have no home." She lied easily from the story she put together last night.

"I enjoy your company, greatly. I would like for you to travel with us. You do not have to fight if you do not wish for it." Iroh explained. Kagome crinkled her eyebrows.

"Where would I stay?"

"Here, in my tent, with me. That way you know that nothing you do not want to happen to you doesn't happen."

"You would really let a strange strumpet sleep in the same tent with you every night while you're at war? What when you're not?" She snorted.

"I'm the eldest son; no one dares to question me. Besides, didn't you say yourself that you are not a whore? You're still pure, are you not?"

Kagome coughed slightly into her hand as a blush stained her cheeks. "Of course I am still pure; I have not been touched by a man in that way."

"So you are not a strumpet, as you have claimed yourself to be. You are just a lost young woman."

Kagome's watery blue eyes seemed to ripple for a second as she stared at him. She drew her hood up and tied it. She stood up and bowed to him, he inclined his head.

"I may not be happy where I'm at in my life, but I won't take your offer; I will not take advantage of a man who seems to be too ignorant and trusts too easily." She snorted.

"It's just all smoke and mirrors, isn't it, Kagome?" Iroh said as she was about to leave the tent. Kagome stopped in her tracks, her hand on the flap as she considered his words. She slowly lowered her hand but didn't move.

"You're a monster."

"You lie."

"You kill-"

"-On orders from my father, the ruler of the most powerful and advanced nation in the world." He said calmly as he sipped his tea.

"Walking on eggshells, Iroh?" Kagome replied mockingly.

"All the time, my dear." Iroh said in the same voice as she did, a black eyebrow rose in challenge, of course she took it though.

"You're not that much older than me-" She argued back but he stopped the argument with a simple fact.

"But I am older."

The conversation dropped off when she didn't answer back. It was silent once again for a while. Kagome sighed and turned away from the opening in the tent and sat down. Iroh sipped his tea and offered her some.

"Did you put more sleeping draught in it?"

"What use would this be to me? I'm General of an army; I can't be sleeping on the job. Besides, we need to move back towards the palace. We are done here."

"So what? I follow you around like an obedient little dog?"

"What? No, of course not. Though if you are staying at the palace with me you would have to follow my lead."

"… Why are you being so generous to me?"

"Because I want you to have your chance."

Kagome sighed, rubbing her forehead; she should have killed him when she had that chance last night.

"Plus I want to learn more about that interesting fire bending you have. It's so strange, so unique- You piqued my curiosity, Kagome. I cannot make you stay with me, and I won't. But your life will be better than what you have now, which is what? Scantily clad women, rude customers, and little pay."

Kagome's fists tightened. He was pushing her to accept something she would be uncomfortable with; but there was knowingness in his tone, wisdom in his eyes, and maybe she could finish what she came to do but chickened out at the last minute-

"Because he knows." The thought hit her like a bucket of iced bricks and the realization hurt; here she was trying to get the upper hand on her opponent and then she's flipped around because he outsmarted her with her barely telling him a thing.

"So what will you tell your men?"

"That my father sent you and you tagged along in the group of strumpets to surprise me and that you're my fiancée."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard correctly, you're not hearing things."

"And if I don't?" her jaw clenched as well as one of the fists underneath the table.

"Then so what? I don't learn about your pink fire and you stay here, not being able to make more out of your life or finishing what you started. That's all there is to it."

"You're a complete ass."

"And you, my Kagome, are absolutely gorgeous with her cheeks burning red and getting riled up."

Kagome sighed and slumped her shoulders.

"I have no idea what I'm doing-"

"-you're sitting in my tent about to accept my offer."

"You're so sure of yourself!" Kagome snorted at him, Iroh grinned more before downing the rest of his tea.

"Always, who can refuse me?" Iroh gave a toothy smile; Kagome had to admit he was very attractive. She sighed before running a hand across her face.

"I must be outta my mind-"

"Then try to get back in it." Iroh said before standing up and moving past her and out into the camp.

Kagome's eyes narrowed dangerously at the table as her cheeks burned from underneath her hood. How could she allow herself to be outwitted by a target? All her training, for nothing!

A/N: Sorry such the long wait and such a short chapter compared to the previous one. Oh me, oh my! What shall our dear Kagome do? Please review. Also there's a poll on my profile and I hope you all take a chance to look at it.

Also the word "strumpet" is used in Sheakspear's play, "Othello," for the meaning of a prostitute or a whore.

The more you know..