InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lolita: Sesshomaru and Rin ❯ A Brief Meeting ( Chapter 14 )
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.03.2016 | Updated On: 02.03.2016 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 201 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.03.2016 | Updated On: 02.03.2016 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 201 | Status: Completed
(Sesshomaru's P.O.V.)
One monday afternoon sometime in December, Kaede called me into her office to talk.
"Mr. Sesshomaru, are you a conservative father?" she asked.
I just stared at her, wondering what her point was.
"...Rin isn't maturing...sexually." she explained, taking her eyes off of mine. "I was wondering if you had the...talk with her yet."
This ridiculous woman. What is she trying to say? I raised my eyebrow at her. "Elaborate."
"Rin is very defiant, and will not listen to her teachers." she continued. Perhaps my stare was making her uncomfortable, but I didn't care. "We love her. She is very bright, and a great singer-but her vocabulary contains a great deal of swear words, she sighs in class constantly and she will not stop chewing gum. I understand she has no regular chores at home?"
I nodded in affirmation.
She snapped her fingers. "Maybe that has something to do with it-she is becoming spoiled. I mean-not to say that she's spoiled or anything, but it's time for her to take on some adult responsibilities. After all, is that something that a husband would tolerate from her?"
Funny how in a way, I actually was kind of her husband...and I was tolerating it. But I guessed most normal couples did treat the woman as an adult.
"She is not very good with her emotions. Some of her teachers are wondering if she actually has that much control over her emotions, or if it is because she has no emotions. She does not verbalize her feelings with the rest of us, unless she is snapping at someone. And, well...let me get to the point." she said finally after what seemed like years of babbling. "We are concerned that she doesn't seem to be aware of sexuality at all-it's kind of like she isn't even human. I wonder, does she know what it is yet? I an aware that conservative families sometimes refrain from talking about the birds and the bees. At fourteen, she should be gaining some sort of interest in boys."
"She meets boys from time to time." I answered.
Kaede nodded. "That is good, but I'm afraid she's still not maturing normally. I think you should let her take part in the upcoming play-she's very good at that kind of thing, and she'll have plenty of chances to socialize there. Some instructors are concluding that Rin is acting this way because she is suppressing her own sexuality and allows herself no outlet. She is antagonistic and frustrated like she's locked in a cage. And the teachers do wonder-why are you so opposed to the natural recreations of a growing girl?"
I frowned. "Do you mean sex?"
"No, no, of course not. Not at this age." She shook her head. "But she should be going out and having healthy relationships with boys her own age."
Scoffing, I turned away. "Rin can be in the play if she desires, as long as the male parts are being played by girls."
Shaking her head, she smiled. "I guess I was right. You're quite conservative. Well, I'm glad you have been so cooperative-we don't have to have her analyzed after all."
Overwhelmed by the urge to choke this annoying old woman, I left her office as soon as I could and found Lolita in the study room, reading with another girl, studying dialogue in a book about dramatics.
It was quiet, the other girl a pretty little blonde who could've passed for a nymphet herself had she been a year or two younger. I walked in unnoticed and sat in the chair next to Lolita. Tapping her on the knee, I slipped her sixty-five cents and a piece of paper that gave her permission to participate in the school play. She looked up at me and knew what I wanted.
Rin slipped her hand under the desk, careful not to arouse suspicion from the other child, slipped her hand in my pants and began to stroke me. All for sixty-five cents and a part in a play.
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Lolita became very sick around Christmas, and as soon as she recovered, I kept Kaede's words in mind and reluctantly let her throw a party that included boys. Rin looked like an angel in her little orange dress with her hair done up but no longer like a tiny little girl, and for a moment I felt a surge of fatherly pride.
The girls decorated a small fir tree and plugged it in the living room, and spent night after night going through records. I stayed in my study upstairs but every twenty minutes or so I came back down, being extremely careful like I had been back when we lived in Sara's home.
To my relief, it was unsuccessful. One girl did not come and one of the boys brought his cousin, so the boys outnumbered the girls by two. They could hardly dance, so the kids then retired to the kitchen to talk about card games, word games, drink ginger ale and talk about school. And after everyone left, Rin plopped down on the couch, sighing in disgust and fatigue.
"Those are the most digusting group of boys I've ever met."
That's my girl.
The rest of the year went by. I gave her presents like bicycles and books of paintings and while I enjoyed watching her ride the bike, I am rather disappointed that she was unable to appreciate good art. But then again, what can you possibly see in paintings as a teenage girl? And by the time that spring came around, she had begun rehearsing her part in the school play.
Rin was obsessed with the stage and everything that had to do with it. She had been assigned the role of a farmer's daughter who thought she was some sort of witch. This girl came across a book on hypnotism, enchanted various different hunters, and then ended up falling under another poet's spell herself-that poet played by her friend Shippo.
At the time I did not pay attention to who the playwright had been. I didn't care. To me, it was just another ridiculous, overly-romantic fantasy piece meant for schoolchildren.
Once again, I was stupid.
(A/N: On the above focus on the girls being raised right for husbands-the book was written in the 1950's, when women still didn't have much value outside of staying home for their men.
I was wondering whether to give the play the same name as the one in the novel or to call it the Shikon or something-but seriously, they're not in Japan so why would they call it that? I got confused so I decided not to give it a name at all.)
One monday afternoon sometime in December, Kaede called me into her office to talk.
"Mr. Sesshomaru, are you a conservative father?" she asked.
I just stared at her, wondering what her point was.
"...Rin isn't maturing...sexually." she explained, taking her eyes off of mine. "I was wondering if you had the...talk with her yet."
This ridiculous woman. What is she trying to say? I raised my eyebrow at her. "Elaborate."
"Rin is very defiant, and will not listen to her teachers." she continued. Perhaps my stare was making her uncomfortable, but I didn't care. "We love her. She is very bright, and a great singer-but her vocabulary contains a great deal of swear words, she sighs in class constantly and she will not stop chewing gum. I understand she has no regular chores at home?"
I nodded in affirmation.
She snapped her fingers. "Maybe that has something to do with it-she is becoming spoiled. I mean-not to say that she's spoiled or anything, but it's time for her to take on some adult responsibilities. After all, is that something that a husband would tolerate from her?"
Funny how in a way, I actually was kind of her husband...and I was tolerating it. But I guessed most normal couples did treat the woman as an adult.
"She is not very good with her emotions. Some of her teachers are wondering if she actually has that much control over her emotions, or if it is because she has no emotions. She does not verbalize her feelings with the rest of us, unless she is snapping at someone. And, well...let me get to the point." she said finally after what seemed like years of babbling. "We are concerned that she doesn't seem to be aware of sexuality at all-it's kind of like she isn't even human. I wonder, does she know what it is yet? I an aware that conservative families sometimes refrain from talking about the birds and the bees. At fourteen, she should be gaining some sort of interest in boys."
"She meets boys from time to time." I answered.
Kaede nodded. "That is good, but I'm afraid she's still not maturing normally. I think you should let her take part in the upcoming play-she's very good at that kind of thing, and she'll have plenty of chances to socialize there. Some instructors are concluding that Rin is acting this way because she is suppressing her own sexuality and allows herself no outlet. She is antagonistic and frustrated like she's locked in a cage. And the teachers do wonder-why are you so opposed to the natural recreations of a growing girl?"
I frowned. "Do you mean sex?"
"No, no, of course not. Not at this age." She shook her head. "But she should be going out and having healthy relationships with boys her own age."
Scoffing, I turned away. "Rin can be in the play if she desires, as long as the male parts are being played by girls."
Shaking her head, she smiled. "I guess I was right. You're quite conservative. Well, I'm glad you have been so cooperative-we don't have to have her analyzed after all."
Overwhelmed by the urge to choke this annoying old woman, I left her office as soon as I could and found Lolita in the study room, reading with another girl, studying dialogue in a book about dramatics.
It was quiet, the other girl a pretty little blonde who could've passed for a nymphet herself had she been a year or two younger. I walked in unnoticed and sat in the chair next to Lolita. Tapping her on the knee, I slipped her sixty-five cents and a piece of paper that gave her permission to participate in the school play. She looked up at me and knew what I wanted.
Rin slipped her hand under the desk, careful not to arouse suspicion from the other child, slipped her hand in my pants and began to stroke me. All for sixty-five cents and a part in a play.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lolita became very sick around Christmas, and as soon as she recovered, I kept Kaede's words in mind and reluctantly let her throw a party that included boys. Rin looked like an angel in her little orange dress with her hair done up but no longer like a tiny little girl, and for a moment I felt a surge of fatherly pride.
The girls decorated a small fir tree and plugged it in the living room, and spent night after night going through records. I stayed in my study upstairs but every twenty minutes or so I came back down, being extremely careful like I had been back when we lived in Sara's home.
To my relief, it was unsuccessful. One girl did not come and one of the boys brought his cousin, so the boys outnumbered the girls by two. They could hardly dance, so the kids then retired to the kitchen to talk about card games, word games, drink ginger ale and talk about school. And after everyone left, Rin plopped down on the couch, sighing in disgust and fatigue.
"Those are the most digusting group of boys I've ever met."
That's my girl.
The rest of the year went by. I gave her presents like bicycles and books of paintings and while I enjoyed watching her ride the bike, I am rather disappointed that she was unable to appreciate good art. But then again, what can you possibly see in paintings as a teenage girl? And by the time that spring came around, she had begun rehearsing her part in the school play.
Rin was obsessed with the stage and everything that had to do with it. She had been assigned the role of a farmer's daughter who thought she was some sort of witch. This girl came across a book on hypnotism, enchanted various different hunters, and then ended up falling under another poet's spell herself-that poet played by her friend Shippo.
At the time I did not pay attention to who the playwright had been. I didn't care. To me, it was just another ridiculous, overly-romantic fantasy piece meant for schoolchildren.
Once again, I was stupid.
(A/N: On the above focus on the girls being raised right for husbands-the book was written in the 1950's, when women still didn't have much value outside of staying home for their men.
I was wondering whether to give the play the same name as the one in the novel or to call it the Shikon or something-but seriously, they're not in Japan so why would they call it that? I got confused so I decided not to give it a name at all.)