InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Family Skeletons ❯ "My name is Amaya." ( Prologue )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

The girl stood outside the tall office building, excitement and tension twisted her stomach in knots. She had found him for sure this time, she felt it in her bones. Her long silver hair, glinting in the afternoon light, was tied away from her face in a pony tail at her nape. In her white dress, green sweater and straw hat she looked no older than seventeen, a beauty at that. Though her figure was a little more voluptuous than any seventeen year old had a right to have. Her complexion was without a blemish and her feature were perfectly formed. But it was her eyes that drew the attention. They were a strange mix of deep blue with golden flecks. She seemed untouchable, an ice princess, that is until she smiled as she was doing now. The smile completely changed her countenance, making her look so you and happy that it was impossible to resist her charm. She just looked so alive.

The girl entered the building and talked her way past the front desk and into the express elevator. She was going to the forty-sixth floor.

Fifth floor….

‘What will her look like, I wonder?’

Eighteenth floor…

‘I wonder if he’s like Mama’

Twenty-fifth floor…

‘How will he take it?’

Thirty-eighth floor…

‘Will he reject me?’

Forty-sixth floor…

‘Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…’

The elevator operator was looking at her qith a question in his eyes. She thought he might have asked her something when she had been lost in her thoughts.

“Gomen nasai, I didn’t hear what you said.”

“Your floor miss.”

“Oh…Arigatou.” She smiled thankfully and exited the elevator.

Nerves began to chew away at her insides as she approached the receptionist for the floor.
“Can I help you?”

“Hai, I’m here to see my uncle, Higurashi Souta.”

“I just call him to let him know youre here-”

The girl had put a hand on the hand holding the telephone, stopping her.

“Oh no, don’t do that. I want it to be a surprise. I haven’t seen him in a long time.” ‘Try ever.’

The receptionist looked at her sceptically for a moment, then she nodded and grinned impishly. She must have seen something in the girl’s eyes to convince her that she was telling the truth,

“Higurashi-sama’s office is the second on the right.”

The girl thanked her politely and walked to the door slowly. She paused in the act of knocking, her hand just millimetres away from the door.

‘Is this really the right thing to do…? Of course it is we’re family.’

Not waiting for the nerves to hit her full force, she knocked quickly. A muffled voice bade her enter. The man behind the desk was in his late thirties. He looked up from the papers he was viewing to look at the new arrival. He thought he may have recognised her and yet he was positive he had never seen her before.

“Hello…Uncle Souta.”

Souta’s eyes bulged and his jaw dropped.

“What are you talking about? I have no family.”

“…You have me. I’m your sister’s child.”

She had shut the door behind her and approached his desk tentatively. He stayed silent, disbelief plainly written on his face, so she spoke again.

“She stayed in the Sengoku Jidai and got married. I am the result.”

Souta stood up and looked angry.

“My sister died a long time ago. She had no children. Now, whoever you are, I’ll thank you to leav-”

He stopped mid-sentence and stared at the girl. Or more accurately, the white dog ears that were revealed when she removed her hat.

‘Just like Inu- no- niichan had so long ago…’

Slack-jawed, Souta slumped back into his seat. The girl was hovering in front of his desk and he automatically waved her to one of the chair beside her. He gulped and looked at her in her strange eyes.

“Is…is she ali-…well?”

“She is at peace now. Eternal peace.”

The girl looked so sad and distant yet happy at the same time. Souta stared at her and realised that he had been calling her ‘the girl’ all this time.

“What did she name you?”

The girl smiled at him and Souta knew why she had seemed so familiar. He had seen Kagome in her eyes, in her manner, in lots of little things she had done. The girl took his question as a tenuous acceptance of their relationship.

“My name is Amaya.”