InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Mapped Life ❯ A Mapped Life: Chapter 11: Emotions stripped bare ( Chapter 11 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Pinkit 
Han and Izayoi finally arrive at Boston City Pier.
Izayoi analyzes how she feels about her father, she comes to some crude realistic conclusions.
A new secondary character is introduced.
"I was listening to: Inuyasha 3rd OST instrumental track - Sokushin Butsu Hakusin Shounin, I believe it represents the inner turmoil Izayoi is going through at the time."
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.18.2007 | Updated On: 04.18.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 212 | Status: Work In Progress
Han and Izayoi finally arrive at Boston City Pier.
Izayoi analyzes how she feels about her father, she comes to some crude realistic conclusions.
A new secondary character is introduced.
"I was listening to: Inuyasha 3rd OST instrumental track - Sokushin Butsu Hakusin Shounin, I believe it represents the inner turmoil Izayoi is going through at the time."
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.18.2007 | Updated On: 04.18.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 212 | Status: Work In Progress
I DO NOT OWN Inuyasha or the Crew, Rumiko Takahashi does. But I do own my original characters.
A/N: “Hey guys, I am here again, yet another update in one day, I think I had an overdose of glazed cakes myself celebrating my 271 page views while I watched Pedro do his trot on the plot bunny exercise wheel, *laughs* lets just call this a burst of creativity, I want to know how Izayoi and Han fair, don’t you?”
“I am surprised to know that there are people checking for updates on my story, and I just proved it by posting chapter ten and monitoring to see if there were any visits in the following fifteen minutes. I am thrilled to know you favorite or watch out for updates of my story, I appreciate your interest.”
And without further A due, I present chapter eleven of,
A Mapped Life:
The sound of the ships steam whistle awoke Izayoi from her light slumber, she crawled out of bed and opened her suitcase, the one that Maeko had packed with essentials since the trunks and other luggage had been sent to the storage space in lower deck labeled under their cabin number.
She quickly folded everything into it, and left out only the dress and shoes that she would wear today. Iza took a quick shower and got dressed, combing her hair up in an inky black pony tail, she adorned it with a thin purple ribbon; which matched her dress today, a rounded collar, cap-sleeved knee length cotton and lace, lilac colored dress, with white lace stockings and black mariejanes. She scanned the room looking to see if anything was left behind, when she found nothing she zipped her suitcase closed and put the locks on the zippers.
Iza picked up her leather bag, and shouldered it, she walked out of her room to find her father sitting in the lounging area of the cabin reading the paper, and enjoying his routine cup of coffee.
“Ah Izayoi, my dear, I see that you finally have awaken, are you ready did you pack everything? We check out today, anything that is left behind will not be able to be recovered.”
As he finished downing his coffee he stood and folded the paper, throwing it on the table he stood and called for a bellhop to carry the luggage up to first deck, where they would have an early breakfast and be checked out.
The bellhop, loaded the luggage onto the cart and gave them a table number, to where he would take their cart. Han walked out to the corridor and up the stairs to the first class deck, Izayoi in tow, she had not said a word to him in all morning, since she was stunned out of her senses that a good man could board a cruise ship, loose the good-guy façade as soon as they set sail, and become a rotten scumbag during the trip, and then go back to the good-guy in the blink of an eye.
Where had all the last 4 days gone? Did these past few days really happen to her; was it only a figment of her imagination? Was puberty starting to show its ugly face on Izayoi making her hallucinate?
Iza shook her head trying to clear all of the odd and surreal events in question from her mind; the important thing was that she could get off this retched ship that had created such rough moments in her life, which had potentially scarred her being for the rest of her days, inside and out.
She brought her hand to her face, to examine the stitches on her palm, the cut had bruised quite pronouncedly, and you could make out the clear image of a waning quarter moon. A frown appeared on her delicate features, as she studied the scab that the blood had formed. She was all to engrossed in herself and bumped into her fathers side, not so lightly, earning her a scowl from the beast of a man she had meet just a couple of days before, she bowed excusing herself for her clumsiness, feeling skittish she paced backwards to distance herself from him.
That moment Izayoi came upon another realization, her father no longer represented security, nor respect, and a little less than honesty, she no longer saw him as the protective, secure father figure, just a man who had kept her eyes cloaked from the truth all these years, she no longer felt safe by his side, and the sooner she was away from him the better, pity she was still underage and unable to care for herself monetary wise, she hugged herself and thought back to Maeko, Kimie, Joseph-san, and Yasou, her family although not her blood they kept her safe, they made her feel secure, they made her smile, and loved her. But this man, this being she had next to her, was nothing short of a vile excuse for a father.
They arrived at the table the bellhop had chosen for them, Han ordered breakfast for both, and they ate in silence, neither looking directly at each other, another set of intervals of the ships´ steam whistle, signaled they had arrived at pier, the ships intercom sounded;
“Good Morning to all of the passengers of the S.S. Faithfull, we are pleased to announce that we have arrived at Boston City Pier, on schedule as planned, for those of you that heard the warning bell at 07:00 hours, and are ready to leave, you may approach one of the nice ladies in a blue sailor uniform and turn in your keys to your cabins, once being checked out, you may get off using the ramps of each division, first class will have four ramps all on the right hand side of the deck, second class will have three ramps all on the left hand side of the second class deck, third class with have three ramps also on the left hand side of the third class deck, all of our personnel with permission to go off-board will be able to use the ramps on the right hand side on the third class deck using their employee boarding pass, to all of our passengers we wish you a safe trip to your future destination and we hope that you consider Rising Sun Cruises and the S.S. Faithfull again for your leisure, business or pleasure trips, Safe Trip to you all, Good day, from your loyal Captain Ito Hiro.”
They finished their breakfast in silence, and a stewardess arrived at their table, Han proceeded to turn in the key to the cabin and received a check out slip in return, as they stood and walked over to the second ramp leading off the ship onto the pier, the bellhop carted their luggage toward an expensive looking grey car, a guy in a black suit opened the trunk and then the back door for them to get in, her father addressed him,
“Ah Clark right on time, my trusted servant, take heed that all the luggage is loaded in the truck they are the Ladies’ possessions, tip the bellhop and let us leave ASAP”
Izayoi observed quietly as the man did as he was told, tipping the bellhop he climbed into the car and addressed his lord, “Lord Tokugawa, where to sir?”
Han took off his hat, dusting it off of any imaginary lint he placed it on his knee, looking at Izayoi out of the corner of his eye, “To the Elizabethan Institute, and make it quick I have other appointments today, I want to make sure, Izayoi is installed there by tonight, so she can start her schooling on Monday.”
Izayoi sat still clutching her hands in her lap, her knuckles white, `the nerve of him, she wouldn’t meet the staff at the house in Boston, she wouldn’t be able to see the room her mother occupied for her last days.´
She felt helpless and angry knowing that her father was manipulating her to do what she was told, no questions asked, and if there were, she was sure he wouldn’t think twice to strike her down, now knowing who her father really was and she had little to no idea what he was capable of.
Clark adjusted the retro visor, to be able to look at Izayoi, the young lady seemed to be against going straight to the boarding school, but she kept silent, what a pretty girl she was, an exact copy of the late Lady Madelyn, the same eyes, `I bet she has the same smile…´
A tear escaped Iza’s eye, Clark saw it make a zig zag path down her porcelain cheek and reach her chin, before she methodically wiped it away, as if nothing had happened.
Izayoi blinked, and scooted further away from her father on the plush black velvet seat of the car, leaning on the closed door, and looked out into the horizon, an ominous black cloud painting the once blue sky dark grey with blotches of black.
“Let’s go Clark I don’t have all day!” Han voiced out, Izayoi sighed, and put her forehead against the cold glass of the window.
“As you wish my Lord, as you wish” Clark said as he revved the engine and speed down the busy streets of downtown Boston, reaching the city limit and entering the property of the Elizabethan Institute, he felt the child’s discomfort he slowed down a bit, but the damage was already done, they had arrived at the front gates of the educational institution where young lady Izayoi would be housed as a prisoner, taught as a refined, polished girl of high class society, and they would only see her on every other Sunday, and the holidays.
Please Read & Review, or email me if you wish p i n k i t 8 4 @ y a h o o . c o m
Hugs and lots of love Pinkit!
A/N: “Hey guys, I am here again, yet another update in one day, I think I had an overdose of glazed cakes myself celebrating my 271 page views while I watched Pedro do his trot on the plot bunny exercise wheel, *laughs* lets just call this a burst of creativity, I want to know how Izayoi and Han fair, don’t you?”
“I am surprised to know that there are people checking for updates on my story, and I just proved it by posting chapter ten and monitoring to see if there were any visits in the following fifteen minutes. I am thrilled to know you favorite or watch out for updates of my story, I appreciate your interest.”
And without further A due, I present chapter eleven of,
A Mapped Life:
The sound of the ships steam whistle awoke Izayoi from her light slumber, she crawled out of bed and opened her suitcase, the one that Maeko had packed with essentials since the trunks and other luggage had been sent to the storage space in lower deck labeled under their cabin number.
She quickly folded everything into it, and left out only the dress and shoes that she would wear today. Iza took a quick shower and got dressed, combing her hair up in an inky black pony tail, she adorned it with a thin purple ribbon; which matched her dress today, a rounded collar, cap-sleeved knee length cotton and lace, lilac colored dress, with white lace stockings and black mariejanes. She scanned the room looking to see if anything was left behind, when she found nothing she zipped her suitcase closed and put the locks on the zippers.
Iza picked up her leather bag, and shouldered it, she walked out of her room to find her father sitting in the lounging area of the cabin reading the paper, and enjoying his routine cup of coffee.
“Ah Izayoi, my dear, I see that you finally have awaken, are you ready did you pack everything? We check out today, anything that is left behind will not be able to be recovered.”
As he finished downing his coffee he stood and folded the paper, throwing it on the table he stood and called for a bellhop to carry the luggage up to first deck, where they would have an early breakfast and be checked out.
The bellhop, loaded the luggage onto the cart and gave them a table number, to where he would take their cart. Han walked out to the corridor and up the stairs to the first class deck, Izayoi in tow, she had not said a word to him in all morning, since she was stunned out of her senses that a good man could board a cruise ship, loose the good-guy façade as soon as they set sail, and become a rotten scumbag during the trip, and then go back to the good-guy in the blink of an eye.
Where had all the last 4 days gone? Did these past few days really happen to her; was it only a figment of her imagination? Was puberty starting to show its ugly face on Izayoi making her hallucinate?
Iza shook her head trying to clear all of the odd and surreal events in question from her mind; the important thing was that she could get off this retched ship that had created such rough moments in her life, which had potentially scarred her being for the rest of her days, inside and out.
She brought her hand to her face, to examine the stitches on her palm, the cut had bruised quite pronouncedly, and you could make out the clear image of a waning quarter moon. A frown appeared on her delicate features, as she studied the scab that the blood had formed. She was all to engrossed in herself and bumped into her fathers side, not so lightly, earning her a scowl from the beast of a man she had meet just a couple of days before, she bowed excusing herself for her clumsiness, feeling skittish she paced backwards to distance herself from him.
That moment Izayoi came upon another realization, her father no longer represented security, nor respect, and a little less than honesty, she no longer saw him as the protective, secure father figure, just a man who had kept her eyes cloaked from the truth all these years, she no longer felt safe by his side, and the sooner she was away from him the better, pity she was still underage and unable to care for herself monetary wise, she hugged herself and thought back to Maeko, Kimie, Joseph-san, and Yasou, her family although not her blood they kept her safe, they made her feel secure, they made her smile, and loved her. But this man, this being she had next to her, was nothing short of a vile excuse for a father.
They arrived at the table the bellhop had chosen for them, Han ordered breakfast for both, and they ate in silence, neither looking directly at each other, another set of intervals of the ships´ steam whistle, signaled they had arrived at pier, the ships intercom sounded;
“Good Morning to all of the passengers of the S.S. Faithfull, we are pleased to announce that we have arrived at Boston City Pier, on schedule as planned, for those of you that heard the warning bell at 07:00 hours, and are ready to leave, you may approach one of the nice ladies in a blue sailor uniform and turn in your keys to your cabins, once being checked out, you may get off using the ramps of each division, first class will have four ramps all on the right hand side of the deck, second class will have three ramps all on the left hand side of the second class deck, third class with have three ramps also on the left hand side of the third class deck, all of our personnel with permission to go off-board will be able to use the ramps on the right hand side on the third class deck using their employee boarding pass, to all of our passengers we wish you a safe trip to your future destination and we hope that you consider Rising Sun Cruises and the S.S. Faithfull again for your leisure, business or pleasure trips, Safe Trip to you all, Good day, from your loyal Captain Ito Hiro.”
They finished their breakfast in silence, and a stewardess arrived at their table, Han proceeded to turn in the key to the cabin and received a check out slip in return, as they stood and walked over to the second ramp leading off the ship onto the pier, the bellhop carted their luggage toward an expensive looking grey car, a guy in a black suit opened the trunk and then the back door for them to get in, her father addressed him,
“Ah Clark right on time, my trusted servant, take heed that all the luggage is loaded in the truck they are the Ladies’ possessions, tip the bellhop and let us leave ASAP”
Izayoi observed quietly as the man did as he was told, tipping the bellhop he climbed into the car and addressed his lord, “Lord Tokugawa, where to sir?”
Han took off his hat, dusting it off of any imaginary lint he placed it on his knee, looking at Izayoi out of the corner of his eye, “To the Elizabethan Institute, and make it quick I have other appointments today, I want to make sure, Izayoi is installed there by tonight, so she can start her schooling on Monday.”
Izayoi sat still clutching her hands in her lap, her knuckles white, `the nerve of him, she wouldn’t meet the staff at the house in Boston, she wouldn’t be able to see the room her mother occupied for her last days.´
She felt helpless and angry knowing that her father was manipulating her to do what she was told, no questions asked, and if there were, she was sure he wouldn’t think twice to strike her down, now knowing who her father really was and she had little to no idea what he was capable of.
Clark adjusted the retro visor, to be able to look at Izayoi, the young lady seemed to be against going straight to the boarding school, but she kept silent, what a pretty girl she was, an exact copy of the late Lady Madelyn, the same eyes, `I bet she has the same smile…´
A tear escaped Iza’s eye, Clark saw it make a zig zag path down her porcelain cheek and reach her chin, before she methodically wiped it away, as if nothing had happened.
Izayoi blinked, and scooted further away from her father on the plush black velvet seat of the car, leaning on the closed door, and looked out into the horizon, an ominous black cloud painting the once blue sky dark grey with blotches of black.
“Let’s go Clark I don’t have all day!” Han voiced out, Izayoi sighed, and put her forehead against the cold glass of the window.
“As you wish my Lord, as you wish” Clark said as he revved the engine and speed down the busy streets of downtown Boston, reaching the city limit and entering the property of the Elizabethan Institute, he felt the child’s discomfort he slowed down a bit, but the damage was already done, they had arrived at the front gates of the educational institution where young lady Izayoi would be housed as a prisoner, taught as a refined, polished girl of high class society, and they would only see her on every other Sunday, and the holidays.
Please Read & Review, or email me if you wish p i n k i t 8 4 @ y a h o o . c o m
Hugs and lots of love Pinkit!