InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lolita: Sesshomaru and Rin ❯ Accident ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: animetributes 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.03.2016 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 316 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.03.2016 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 316 | Status: Completed
(A/N: Some people have expressed that they felt personally attacked because of this. I'm only stating my views the same way everyone else is with every single fic of theirs. This is not to intentionally insult anyone, though that won't stop some people from choosing to be offended for daring to disagree. It is not to imply bad things about all Sessh/Rin fans-it is intended to portray what really happens with these adult-child relationships. The events and characters that occur in these fics are not accurate, and many still don't realize that. All it's saying is that you may be wrong about certain issues.
With that being said, several people have expressed disgust, which is good. Keep in mind that nothing has actually even happened yet between the two of them besides Sesshomaru's own inner lust and the incident with the apple. Quite different when you see what it's really like, isn't it?)
"We're going to England in the fall." Sara announced one day over dinner.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "No, we are not."
"How come?"
"Did it ever occur to you that not all of our decisions are made solely by you?" I replied. "In a marriage, there are two individuals both playing equal roles as a part of a partnership. This present matter is only incidental; I am concerned with the general trend in your behavior. I am not someone you can boss around."
She slowly fell to her knees and came to my side, saying that she was sorry and that I was her ruler. Overly dramatic as always, she claimed that if I didn't forgive her then she would die. This new improvement in the relationship pleased me greatly.
"Why is this locked?" She asked me one day, examining the small table in my study. "Is there a key?"
She proves to me once again how annoyingly pesky she is. "It's hidden." Can the woman stay away from my business for a second?
"Hidden? What's in there?"
"Locked up love letters." I said sarcastically.
Sara made a wounded-puppy sort of face at me, like she was trying to decipher whether I was serious or not. Then she came over and rubbed her cheek against my temple. At least Kagome soon got over annoying things like that.
"Well, is there anything special you want for dinner? Miroku and Sango are gonna drop in later."
I answered her with a grunt and she gave me a quick kiss before leaving the room. Carefully, I checked under the old safety razor where I had hidden the key to the drawer that Sara was interested in. Was it a good place for it to be? With my current wife always rummaging around everywhere, it might be difficult to keep secrets.
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Throughout the summer, I experimented with various sleeping powders and tested them on Sara. The last dose that I had given her knocked her out for about four hours. I tried putting the radio on at full blast, shining a flashlight in her eyes, pinched her, and prodded her and she didn't flinch. However she awoke from a mere kiss from me.
I had to get something safer. The doctor didn't believe me initially when I told him that the pills were for my insomnia. He kept trying to distract me, but I insisted that he prescribe the strongest pill, and he caved in the end.
When I left, I felt better than I had felt in a very long time. Everything was gonna go right that day. The sun was shining, birds were singing, the sky was blue-what could go wrong?
As I entered the living room, my usual aloof manner was replaced by an unusual cheerfulness for that moment. I even announced that I was home like a proud doting family man coming home from work. Sara was in the corner, writing something. I repeated that I was home, and she stopped.
Slowly, she turned to face me. Her expression was disfigured by intense emotion; she wiped a tear from her eye and lowered her gaze to the floor.
"This...this ugly hag, this grotesque monster is not going to bother you with her presence any longer." She said, mocking my habit of speaking in third person. "You are a disgusting, sick, twisted person. I-I can't even describe how much of a monster you are! I'm leaving. I'm leaving tonight, and you can have the house all to yourself-but you'll never get to see that brat ever again. Leave me alone."
I think that some part of me felt guilty, for I could not bring myself to retort. I did as she asked me to and went up to my-or our-room. And there was the table drawer that she had been curious about, open, with the key hanging from the lock. The diary that I had hidden inside of it was now on Sara's pillow.
Calmly, I retrieved my diary and walked back downstairs. I could hear Sara talking on the phone about canceling some meeting. After taking a deep breath, I grabbed a bottle of Scotch. She loved Scotch.
"Have a drink and calm down." I told her. "Those were fragments of a fictional novel that I am working on; your names are in there by chance. I prefer using the names of people that I know."
Sara ignored me and continued to write something. I set out two glasses and opened the fridge to retrieve some ice, all the while trying to come up with a solution to my problem. After pouring the drinks, I started to carry them to the to the dining room.
"Come." I called. She didn't answer. The telephone next to the glasses I had set down began to ring.
"You'd better come quick!" said a voice when I answered. "Sara has been run over."
I raised my eyebrow. "My wife is safe and sound."
Hanging up the phone, I returned to the living room where I had seen her moments ago. Sara was not there.
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I ran outside. On the far side of our street, a black Packard was placed at an angle from the sidewalk. To the right of the car, there was an old, extremely short man, holding his head. And on the sidewalk were the mangled remains of Sara, who had been hit and dragged down the street while she was rushing to the mailbox to send off three letters.
A child handed me the letters after picking them up. I tore them to shreds inside my pocket.
The police was already there, for they had been ticketing two illegally parked cars two blocks down when the accident had happened. Three doctors along with Miroku and Sango arrived soon after and took charge. The short, midget-like man, named Myoga, had been the one to drive the Packard. I only spoke to provide directions on what to do with the dead woman and the examination and disposal of her body. Miroku and Sango retired to mine and Sara's old bedroom, and I took Rin's room.
In the days that followed Sara's death, I inspected the fragments of the letters that Sara had been trying to mail which I had shredded earlier. She had intentions of taking Rin and running to Parkington or Pisky. Among the pieces of mail was an application to a girl's boarding school. One of the letters was addressed to me.
I could make out her emotional rambling, something about meeting after a year of separation, and something about dying. They made little sense.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One evening, I was sitting in the living room with Miroku and Sango when I noticed an old picture of Sara during spring. I held it up and gazed at it while I told them about a business trip that I had made to the States and spent several months in Pisky. There, I met Sara and we had an affair, but she was engaged. After I returned to Europe, we communicated through a mutual friend, who is now dead. They left the room murmuring to each other.
The phone rang. It was a cleric. I spoke little, but I made it clear that I would devote my life to Rin. I had a cousin in New York who would find a good private school for Lo. He bought it; then I pretended to call Yura and acted out a conversation. When Miroku and Sango returned looking confused, I told them that Rin had gone on a five-day hike in camp and could not be reached.
"Oh no." said Sango. "What do we do? We have to tell her about her mother."
"I could drive there right now. I mean, this is important." Miroku offered.
I waved the notion away. "Leave it alone for now. She isn't ready to handle the news yet. "
"...But Sesshomaru...as Sara's friend, I have to ask, what are you gonna do with the child?" said Miroku.
"I had heard rumors." Sango whispered, eyeing the photograph I had shown them earlier. "But I didn't really believe them until today. I think that Sesshomaru may be Rin's real father."
Her husband seemed dumbfounded. "In that case, what you feel is right would be the best course of action."
"After the funeral, I will fetch her." I assured them. "I'll take her on a trip or something to make her feel better."
When Sara died and I first entered the house as a free father, I realized that Lolita would soon be mine to do whatever I wanted with. But with them questioning me, I saw that I could not do that with all these people observing us. Rin herself might develop some foolish distrust of me.
(A/N: I cut out the part where Jean kisses Humbert because it was irrelevant to the plot.)
With that being said, several people have expressed disgust, which is good. Keep in mind that nothing has actually even happened yet between the two of them besides Sesshomaru's own inner lust and the incident with the apple. Quite different when you see what it's really like, isn't it?)
"We're going to England in the fall." Sara announced one day over dinner.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "No, we are not."
"How come?"
"Did it ever occur to you that not all of our decisions are made solely by you?" I replied. "In a marriage, there are two individuals both playing equal roles as a part of a partnership. This present matter is only incidental; I am concerned with the general trend in your behavior. I am not someone you can boss around."
She slowly fell to her knees and came to my side, saying that she was sorry and that I was her ruler. Overly dramatic as always, she claimed that if I didn't forgive her then she would die. This new improvement in the relationship pleased me greatly.
"Why is this locked?" She asked me one day, examining the small table in my study. "Is there a key?"
She proves to me once again how annoyingly pesky she is. "It's hidden." Can the woman stay away from my business for a second?
"Hidden? What's in there?"
"Locked up love letters." I said sarcastically.
Sara made a wounded-puppy sort of face at me, like she was trying to decipher whether I was serious or not. Then she came over and rubbed her cheek against my temple. At least Kagome soon got over annoying things like that.
"Well, is there anything special you want for dinner? Miroku and Sango are gonna drop in later."
I answered her with a grunt and she gave me a quick kiss before leaving the room. Carefully, I checked under the old safety razor where I had hidden the key to the drawer that Sara was interested in. Was it a good place for it to be? With my current wife always rummaging around everywhere, it might be difficult to keep secrets.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Throughout the summer, I experimented with various sleeping powders and tested them on Sara. The last dose that I had given her knocked her out for about four hours. I tried putting the radio on at full blast, shining a flashlight in her eyes, pinched her, and prodded her and she didn't flinch. However she awoke from a mere kiss from me.
I had to get something safer. The doctor didn't believe me initially when I told him that the pills were for my insomnia. He kept trying to distract me, but I insisted that he prescribe the strongest pill, and he caved in the end.
When I left, I felt better than I had felt in a very long time. Everything was gonna go right that day. The sun was shining, birds were singing, the sky was blue-what could go wrong?
As I entered the living room, my usual aloof manner was replaced by an unusual cheerfulness for that moment. I even announced that I was home like a proud doting family man coming home from work. Sara was in the corner, writing something. I repeated that I was home, and she stopped.
Slowly, she turned to face me. Her expression was disfigured by intense emotion; she wiped a tear from her eye and lowered her gaze to the floor.
"This...this ugly hag, this grotesque monster is not going to bother you with her presence any longer." She said, mocking my habit of speaking in third person. "You are a disgusting, sick, twisted person. I-I can't even describe how much of a monster you are! I'm leaving. I'm leaving tonight, and you can have the house all to yourself-but you'll never get to see that brat ever again. Leave me alone."
I think that some part of me felt guilty, for I could not bring myself to retort. I did as she asked me to and went up to my-or our-room. And there was the table drawer that she had been curious about, open, with the key hanging from the lock. The diary that I had hidden inside of it was now on Sara's pillow.
Calmly, I retrieved my diary and walked back downstairs. I could hear Sara talking on the phone about canceling some meeting. After taking a deep breath, I grabbed a bottle of Scotch. She loved Scotch.
"Have a drink and calm down." I told her. "Those were fragments of a fictional novel that I am working on; your names are in there by chance. I prefer using the names of people that I know."
Sara ignored me and continued to write something. I set out two glasses and opened the fridge to retrieve some ice, all the while trying to come up with a solution to my problem. After pouring the drinks, I started to carry them to the to the dining room.
"Come." I called. She didn't answer. The telephone next to the glasses I had set down began to ring.
"You'd better come quick!" said a voice when I answered. "Sara has been run over."
I raised my eyebrow. "My wife is safe and sound."
Hanging up the phone, I returned to the living room where I had seen her moments ago. Sara was not there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I ran outside. On the far side of our street, a black Packard was placed at an angle from the sidewalk. To the right of the car, there was an old, extremely short man, holding his head. And on the sidewalk were the mangled remains of Sara, who had been hit and dragged down the street while she was rushing to the mailbox to send off three letters.
A child handed me the letters after picking them up. I tore them to shreds inside my pocket.
The police was already there, for they had been ticketing two illegally parked cars two blocks down when the accident had happened. Three doctors along with Miroku and Sango arrived soon after and took charge. The short, midget-like man, named Myoga, had been the one to drive the Packard. I only spoke to provide directions on what to do with the dead woman and the examination and disposal of her body. Miroku and Sango retired to mine and Sara's old bedroom, and I took Rin's room.
In the days that followed Sara's death, I inspected the fragments of the letters that Sara had been trying to mail which I had shredded earlier. She had intentions of taking Rin and running to Parkington or Pisky. Among the pieces of mail was an application to a girl's boarding school. One of the letters was addressed to me.
I could make out her emotional rambling, something about meeting after a year of separation, and something about dying. They made little sense.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One evening, I was sitting in the living room with Miroku and Sango when I noticed an old picture of Sara during spring. I held it up and gazed at it while I told them about a business trip that I had made to the States and spent several months in Pisky. There, I met Sara and we had an affair, but she was engaged. After I returned to Europe, we communicated through a mutual friend, who is now dead. They left the room murmuring to each other.
The phone rang. It was a cleric. I spoke little, but I made it clear that I would devote my life to Rin. I had a cousin in New York who would find a good private school for Lo. He bought it; then I pretended to call Yura and acted out a conversation. When Miroku and Sango returned looking confused, I told them that Rin had gone on a five-day hike in camp and could not be reached.
"Oh no." said Sango. "What do we do? We have to tell her about her mother."
"I could drive there right now. I mean, this is important." Miroku offered.
I waved the notion away. "Leave it alone for now. She isn't ready to handle the news yet. "
"...But Sesshomaru...as Sara's friend, I have to ask, what are you gonna do with the child?" said Miroku.
"I had heard rumors." Sango whispered, eyeing the photograph I had shown them earlier. "But I didn't really believe them until today. I think that Sesshomaru may be Rin's real father."
Her husband seemed dumbfounded. "In that case, what you feel is right would be the best course of action."
"After the funeral, I will fetch her." I assured them. "I'll take her on a trip or something to make her feel better."
When Sara died and I first entered the house as a free father, I realized that Lolita would soon be mine to do whatever I wanted with. But with them questioning me, I saw that I could not do that with all these people observing us. Rin herself might develop some foolish distrust of me.
(A/N: I cut out the part where Jean kisses Humbert because it was irrelevant to the plot.)