InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lights Over The City ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Catalina_NekoYasha 
Written by Maxine.
The mind of a child is not such an innocent thing after all...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.23.2010 | Updated On: 08.23.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 167 | Status: Completed
Written by Maxine.
The mind of a child is not such an innocent thing after all...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.23.2010 | Updated On: 08.23.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 167 | Status: Completed
Maxine’s PoV
48 hours after disappearance
I slammed the dirty dishes in the sink, possibly a little too loudly, as I screamed into the phone receiver, “What do you mean, SHE’S MISSING, James?!”
Things had been rather close to perfect for awhile now. Kim and her husband James had been married for two years now. Meg was still in Canada, graduated from college and teaching. I still lived in the same town as my family, where I’d moved back to a couple years ago, and was now going to school and living on my own again in a comfortable apartment with a nice job as a managing barista of a coffee shop. Needless to say, life was good and drama and disappearances were not in the schedule.
Before James was able to answer, the baby monitor that sat on the counter crackled as my two year old daughter, Leah woke back up and let out a small whimper. She absolutely hated it when I put her in her crib after she’d fallen asleep in my arms, so she was probably annoyed or slightly scared.
I blew my auburn and dirty blonde-ish hair, that was in desperate need of straightening and styling and a new dye job, out of my eyes and dried my hands before walking into Leah’s room. I shouldered the phone and picked my baby up, rocking her gently. She looked up at me with chocolate brown eyes that could melt any heart and asked, with a two year old innocence, “Why did you leave me, Mama?”
“I was just in the other room, Jellybean,” I said kissing her forehead. She nuzzled my neck and made herself comfy, her thick black curls falling over her fair skinned face as she whispered in my free ear, “I’m scared, Mama. I’m scared because Aunty Kimmy went away.”
“Wait… when did you tell her?” James asked hurriedly, and quite loudly, in my other phone-occupied ear.
“I didn’t,” I whispered to James before looking at my innocent little one, “Honey. Where did you hear that?”
“I saw it in my dream, Mama. She’s on a big boat with Aunty Meg,” she replied, playing with my necklace, “…can I go play now? I’m not sleepy anymores.”
I let her down and she toddled over to her little chair and picked up a stuffed animal and began acting out something she’d seen in her toddler imagination.
I briefly bitched at James for just now telling me, 48 hours after Kim disappeared, that Kim was indeed nowhere to be found while I thought about my daughter’s “toddler” imagination. Lately it seemed like she just… knew things past her age group’s usual knowledge and understanding. A great example being how she knew Kim was gone before anyone had told her. Honestly, it was starting to scare me. It reminded me of something… some other life that swam around in my head, but I wasn’t quite sure, really.
I hung up and stepped outside on my airy apartment balcony after checking on Leah one more time. She was quietly playing so I figured I could sneak a cigarette, an awful habit I’d picked up again due to stress and high emotions. I leaned back in the old lawn chair, exhaling slowly as I watched a few stray leaves fall from the desert willow that partially covered my view of the New Mexican sunset. Autumn was coming quickly this year, one telltale sign being the scent of roasting green chili in the air.
I sniffled, due to the cold and the fact that I was quite honestly terrified. People just don’t disappear out of bathtubs the way Kim did. But the way this was unwinding, though I still didn’t know much, felt vaguely familiar.
That’s when I heard a scream from inside, sharp and sudden from Leah’s mouth, then a gruff voice, “Dammit!” I snubbed out my cigarette and dashed inside, Leah colliding into my legs and holding on for dear life.
“It’s the puppy boy from my dreams, Mama!”
“I’m. Not. A. Puppy!” came the gruff male voice’s reply from Leah’s room, slightly muffled. I grabbed a spatula from the kitchen, shaking slightly and creeping down the hallway, Leah toddling along just behind me. Just as I peeked around the corner into her room and raised the spatula for a deadly hit, an oddly familiar and in no possible way real man jumped out from a pile of stuffed animals and other plastic toys that I supposed Leah had tried to stop him with.
I let out a breath, inhaled, then screamed at the top of my lungs. There was no possible way this could happen.
“Leah! Tell her to stop screaming!” he said.
“Do. Not. Talk. To. Her!” I screamed, hitting him on the head with each word.
“But, Daddy, why are you here?” Leah asked, making me falter mid-spatula-swing.
“Daddy?” I asked, eyeing the man, my gaze stopping at his very unrealistic (but still somehow real) dog ears.
“Leah. Tell her,” he said, wearily eyeing the spatula that I still held high.
“I dreamed him, Mama! You get to marry InuYasha and I can have puppies as bruvvers and sisters!”
My jaw dropped, along with the spatula and the rest of my body. Then it was black.
InuYasha’s PoV
I shouldn’t have been here, but Leah somehow managed to do something and sort of jumped the gun on her mom. This Maxine, while just as spunky and violent, when provoked, as my Maxine, had not expected me. She’s practically killed me… with a spatula, but still! The little woman had a lethal hand, no matter if she was mine or not.
“Okay. We probably shouldn’t panic,” I said, rubbing my head where I felt a spatula-shaped knot bubbling up, “She’ll wake up soon.”
My, or maybe not mine (…?), daughter snickered and tugged on my pants leg, “You scared Mama, Daddy, just like we do in my dream when we want to play tricks on her!”
“Leah, first off… I’ve told you -- no puppy kids, okay? Your mom doesn’t appreciate that. Secondly, how the h--…heck did I get here?” I kneeled down to her eye level, though she was a good four feet shorter than I was. She climbed up on my knee and reached up to fiddle with my ears, commenting instead on my hair, “Your hair is shorter now, Daddy. And darker. I liked the silver. Silver’s my favouriteee.”
“Leah… I don’t know if I’m ‘Daddy’ here…”
“I don’t have a daddy here though, so you’ve always been my daddy, Daddy!”
“Oh… your mom is single then?” Then I immediately felt like an idiot for asking my, or not mine, two year old daughter if her mother was single. First off, I had Maxine. Somewhere else. I thought so anyway.
And secondly, I was asking a freaking two year old if her mother was able to date, basically. A two year old who called me her daddy.
I seriously needed to get the hell out of here.
“Leah. What did you do?” I asked sweetly, trying not to lose patience. Which was actually easy, even for me, given the fact that the sweetest kid in the universe was in front of me; mine or not, I loved the kid. Even if she called me a puppy.
“I traded,” she replied smartly.
“You…what?”
“I traded, because bad things would have happened to you if I didn’t because the bad men would have gotten you and Mama needs a Daddy so I traded. And ‘cause Aunty Kim was sick, so now she can get better because Uncle Seto has monies to make her all better again. Then she can come back to live with Uncle James, but I want you to stay after that, too. Okay?”
If I had been my Maxine or this Maxine, I’m sure I would’ve freaked out and hit myself with a spatula in an attempt to make myself go away, then fainted. Luckily, I could handle things a little more…suavely.
“Oh. Well. Um. That explains things…” I muttered, “I guess.”
Yep, that’s me. The suave dog.
48 hours after disappearance
I slammed the dirty dishes in the sink, possibly a little too loudly, as I screamed into the phone receiver, “What do you mean, SHE’S MISSING, James?!”
Things had been rather close to perfect for awhile now. Kim and her husband James had been married for two years now. Meg was still in Canada, graduated from college and teaching. I still lived in the same town as my family, where I’d moved back to a couple years ago, and was now going to school and living on my own again in a comfortable apartment with a nice job as a managing barista of a coffee shop. Needless to say, life was good and drama and disappearances were not in the schedule.
Before James was able to answer, the baby monitor that sat on the counter crackled as my two year old daughter, Leah woke back up and let out a small whimper. She absolutely hated it when I put her in her crib after she’d fallen asleep in my arms, so she was probably annoyed or slightly scared.
I blew my auburn and dirty blonde-ish hair, that was in desperate need of straightening and styling and a new dye job, out of my eyes and dried my hands before walking into Leah’s room. I shouldered the phone and picked my baby up, rocking her gently. She looked up at me with chocolate brown eyes that could melt any heart and asked, with a two year old innocence, “Why did you leave me, Mama?”
“I was just in the other room, Jellybean,” I said kissing her forehead. She nuzzled my neck and made herself comfy, her thick black curls falling over her fair skinned face as she whispered in my free ear, “I’m scared, Mama. I’m scared because Aunty Kimmy went away.”
“Wait… when did you tell her?” James asked hurriedly, and quite loudly, in my other phone-occupied ear.
“I didn’t,” I whispered to James before looking at my innocent little one, “Honey. Where did you hear that?”
“I saw it in my dream, Mama. She’s on a big boat with Aunty Meg,” she replied, playing with my necklace, “…can I go play now? I’m not sleepy anymores.”
I let her down and she toddled over to her little chair and picked up a stuffed animal and began acting out something she’d seen in her toddler imagination.
I briefly bitched at James for just now telling me, 48 hours after Kim disappeared, that Kim was indeed nowhere to be found while I thought about my daughter’s “toddler” imagination. Lately it seemed like she just… knew things past her age group’s usual knowledge and understanding. A great example being how she knew Kim was gone before anyone had told her. Honestly, it was starting to scare me. It reminded me of something… some other life that swam around in my head, but I wasn’t quite sure, really.
I hung up and stepped outside on my airy apartment balcony after checking on Leah one more time. She was quietly playing so I figured I could sneak a cigarette, an awful habit I’d picked up again due to stress and high emotions. I leaned back in the old lawn chair, exhaling slowly as I watched a few stray leaves fall from the desert willow that partially covered my view of the New Mexican sunset. Autumn was coming quickly this year, one telltale sign being the scent of roasting green chili in the air.
I sniffled, due to the cold and the fact that I was quite honestly terrified. People just don’t disappear out of bathtubs the way Kim did. But the way this was unwinding, though I still didn’t know much, felt vaguely familiar.
That’s when I heard a scream from inside, sharp and sudden from Leah’s mouth, then a gruff voice, “Dammit!” I snubbed out my cigarette and dashed inside, Leah colliding into my legs and holding on for dear life.
“It’s the puppy boy from my dreams, Mama!”
“I’m. Not. A. Puppy!” came the gruff male voice’s reply from Leah’s room, slightly muffled. I grabbed a spatula from the kitchen, shaking slightly and creeping down the hallway, Leah toddling along just behind me. Just as I peeked around the corner into her room and raised the spatula for a deadly hit, an oddly familiar and in no possible way real man jumped out from a pile of stuffed animals and other plastic toys that I supposed Leah had tried to stop him with.
I let out a breath, inhaled, then screamed at the top of my lungs. There was no possible way this could happen.
“Leah! Tell her to stop screaming!” he said.
“Do. Not. Talk. To. Her!” I screamed, hitting him on the head with each word.
“But, Daddy, why are you here?” Leah asked, making me falter mid-spatula-swing.
“Daddy?” I asked, eyeing the man, my gaze stopping at his very unrealistic (but still somehow real) dog ears.
“Leah. Tell her,” he said, wearily eyeing the spatula that I still held high.
“I dreamed him, Mama! You get to marry InuYasha and I can have puppies as bruvvers and sisters!”
My jaw dropped, along with the spatula and the rest of my body. Then it was black.
InuYasha’s PoV
I shouldn’t have been here, but Leah somehow managed to do something and sort of jumped the gun on her mom. This Maxine, while just as spunky and violent, when provoked, as my Maxine, had not expected me. She’s practically killed me… with a spatula, but still! The little woman had a lethal hand, no matter if she was mine or not.
“Okay. We probably shouldn’t panic,” I said, rubbing my head where I felt a spatula-shaped knot bubbling up, “She’ll wake up soon.”
My, or maybe not mine (…?), daughter snickered and tugged on my pants leg, “You scared Mama, Daddy, just like we do in my dream when we want to play tricks on her!”
“Leah, first off… I’ve told you -- no puppy kids, okay? Your mom doesn’t appreciate that. Secondly, how the h--…heck did I get here?” I kneeled down to her eye level, though she was a good four feet shorter than I was. She climbed up on my knee and reached up to fiddle with my ears, commenting instead on my hair, “Your hair is shorter now, Daddy. And darker. I liked the silver. Silver’s my favouriteee.”
“Leah… I don’t know if I’m ‘Daddy’ here…”
“I don’t have a daddy here though, so you’ve always been my daddy, Daddy!”
“Oh… your mom is single then?” Then I immediately felt like an idiot for asking my, or not mine, two year old daughter if her mother was single. First off, I had Maxine. Somewhere else. I thought so anyway.
And secondly, I was asking a freaking two year old if her mother was able to date, basically. A two year old who called me her daddy.
I seriously needed to get the hell out of here.
“Leah. What did you do?” I asked sweetly, trying not to lose patience. Which was actually easy, even for me, given the fact that the sweetest kid in the universe was in front of me; mine or not, I loved the kid. Even if she called me a puppy.
“I traded,” she replied smartly.
“You…what?”
“I traded, because bad things would have happened to you if I didn’t because the bad men would have gotten you and Mama needs a Daddy so I traded. And ‘cause Aunty Kim was sick, so now she can get better because Uncle Seto has monies to make her all better again. Then she can come back to live with Uncle James, but I want you to stay after that, too. Okay?”
If I had been my Maxine or this Maxine, I’m sure I would’ve freaked out and hit myself with a spatula in an attempt to make myself go away, then fainted. Luckily, I could handle things a little more…suavely.
“Oh. Well. Um. That explains things…” I muttered, “I guess.”
Yep, that’s me. The suave dog.