InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lolita: Sesshomaru and Rin ❯ Calming Down ( Chapter 12 )
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By: animetributes 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.04.2016 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 240 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.04.2016 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 240 | Status: Completed
(Back to Sesshomaru's P.O.V.)
In the beginning, Rin had a casual curiosity for me and my world. As time went by and she actually experienced what it was like, that mild amusement quickly turned into repulsion and disgust. She hated it when I touched her and snapped at me, but I still managed to be happy. There is nothing in the world better than being able to touch a nymphet, and that in itself made me forget about all the times that she'd pushed me away, all the trouble that she gave me, and made it all worthwhile.
Once in a while, I'd have fantasies of recreating my childhood days with Kagura by taking Lolita to the beach like I had done with my first love in Riviera. I planned a visit to a cove on the Atlantic side, but had to cancel due to bad weather. We tried a couple of semi-tropical beaches on the Gulf, a California beach facing the Pacific, but all the beaches were either too lonely or too populous and we'd have easily been caught.
One summer noon we did find a secluded spot about a hundred feet or so from where we had parked and we were about to do our business when two women nearly walked in on us, and we came closer to detection than ever before.
"Dammit, why?" Rin kept sobbing afterwards. "Every time, every single time!"
But I laughed. It hadn't occured to me at the time that she might have actually wanted to get caught and that's why she was still cursing me out as we drove off.
There were several incidents at movies, for we saw anywhere from one hundred and fifty to two hundred programs a year, mostly the musicals and westerns that Rin enjoyed so much (she had an explicit interest in theatre and Broadway). I would put my arm around her shoulder and people behind us would start mumbling, and that was enough for me to withdraw.
One night I told her about my plan to enroll her in Beardsley, a high-class non co-educational school.
"You what?!" She screeched at me. "You-you can't make me! You think you're my boss or something?!"
I ignored her and continued to drive, not bothering to point out that at this point as her guardian, I was her father and very much also her boss.
Keeping the latter in mind, I did strenuous research on the legal situation between the two of us. Some states prohibited a guardian from doing certain things without permission from the state while others did not. I also wondered if I, as a stepfather, could be considered a natural guardian or if I had to get legal permission from the state like a foster or adoptive parent and have them investigate Rin and I. Miroku was a lawyer and might have been able to give me solid advice, but at the time he was too busy tending to Sango, who had developed some sort of cancer and couldn't do much more than look after Sara's property. Plus it would make him suspicious if I had asked these kinds of questions after convincing him that Rin was my biological child. Not wanting to draw any more attention on us, I stopped seeking professional advice.
After that I decided to get a job at the Beardsley Women's College as a professor, and we could live there while Lolita went to school. It was a much better arrangement than continuously going from hotel to hotel and never knowing where we'd next rest our heads, and we'd only have to lay low for a couple of years until I could marry Rin.
And when she was no longer a nymphet, I'd have Lolita the Second-which Rin was bound to give me one day-to relieve myself with, and then a third.
I was a complete and utter failure as a father figure anyway. Yes, reader, no matter how much I tried to deny my parental responsibilities to her as the only parent that she now had because I did not want to see our relationship as incestuous-in the end, I realized that the fact that I was her adult guardian who was taking care of her, protecting her, providing for her and raising her for this long made me a surrogate parent. But by the time that I came to see that and stopped denying it to myself, it was too late for I'd already failed my duties.
Jaken, a small, wrinkly, short man with a green tint to his skin and toad-like warts everywhere took a liking to me around that time. He admired me, followed me, and obeyed my every whim like he was my servant or something, and being his acquaintance proved to be quite useful to me in the future. Keep in mind that though he did not seem like much and was indeed a simple man, Jaken was actually a brilliant French scholar and very competent when needed. This Sesshomaru does not associate himself with failures.
He rented a house for us and sent a little boy to give us the keys, and I soon visited the Beardsley School for girls in order to enroll Lolita there.
It was ridiculously disappointing. One would have thought that a school that cost so much would have provided some mental stimulation, but it seemed there was more emphasis on petty socialization and glamour.
"It is more important for a growing girl to learn to deal with the society around her than to memorize forgotten history." Kaede, the headmistress, said to me when we met. "Rin will learn to socialize, but there will of course be solid schoolwork as well-however, we are more concerned with our girls learning to communicate than for them to memorize lectures from old books about topics completely irrelevant to their lives."
I narrowed my eyes. "But would Rin also receive a sound education?"
"That would all depend on your definition of what a sound education is, wouldn't it?" Kaede smiled softly.
At first glance I did not approve of the school at all, but speaking to two rather intelligent women who had been schooled there and receiving confirmation that they did, in fact, do quite a lot of bookwork and hearing that the emphasis on socialization was just an attempt to add a touch of modern appeal to their program made me reconsider.
Plus the house that we had moved into had a pretty nice view of the school playground. I could already imagine myself watching Rin and the other nymphets from the window freely while they played during recess.
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I was on civil, yet distant terms with our neighbors-distant partly because I was worried about them becoming too involved for their own good in things that just aren't any of their business. I was also worried that Lolita might confide in them somehow and never left them alone together. The only person that I ever allowed inside was Jaken, who sometimes watched over Rin while I was gone, kind of like a babysitter. He was naive, clumsy and a never-ending source of amusement, and Rin spent a lot of time laughing at his antics.
The sound of her laughter had increasingly become rarer and rarer during our relationship, and I found that I quite enjoyed seeing a piece of the bright child that she had formerly been rather than the sulking teenager that she had turned into. Therefore I allowed Jaken to be in her company, and did not worry about his relationship with her since I had deducted that he liked little boys, not girls.
How did I know? He fit the profile of somebody like me exactly, and by now I knew enough to be able to recognize someone else like me.
Jaken, despite his occasional idiocy, was loved for being funny and was immensely popular. At the same time he was childish, thought very much like a child, and saw children as his equals-for in a way, they kind of were in their mental states. When it came to little boys, he would interpret the smallest things as sexual behaviors that no one else would be able to see, and he'd make small comments to me about it.
He knew all the names of the little boys in the neighborhood-and due to his popularity, no one questioned him. In fact, they'd actually urge him to make friends with these children, and made it even easier for him to gain access to them-if only it had been so easy for me. But Jaken had people pampering him and offering to do chores for him, something that he took advantage of to the fullest.
And Jaken would lure the boys to him by giving them chocolate with drugs laced in them.
Two or three times a week he'd come to me, I'd try to brush him off, but end up somehow playing chess with him. Those games were an annoyance, as he'd easily get distracted and I'd constantly have to point out if he was in check or not. But from there, we could hear the sound of Rin's steps as she practiced her dance routines downstairs, and that gave me a strange sense of comfort.
Sometimes, she came upstairs to watch us.
"What are you doing?"
"Are you blind? We're playing chess!" He'd snap. "Now get back to practice."
Rin would pick up once of his chess pieces and toss it at him. "Who're you bossing around?"
He'd fuss, and she'd giggle at him the way she'd stopped giggling around me years ago. In his distraction I would have laid out some sort of trap for him on the board, and his eyes widened trying to figure out what had exactly happened and how he was going to overcome it this time.
I needed him there. With him there, everyone would take their attention away from me and focus on him instead. He made me look better in comparison, and if they were to suspect anyone, it'd be him, not me.
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Rin had a pretty good amount of allowance, not to mention that I constantly gave her small presents. I'd request additional sexual favors from her in exchange, and pretty soon she started to demand money from me before encounters of any kind. At that time, I thought that she was just becoming spoiled and I could not fathom why on Earth she would start to act like this.
At first she earned about three pennies a day, then she demanded around three nickels. Slowly she became a tougher negotiator as her prices went up. She must have been aware that I could not go for too long without touching her, for soon she was charging three to four bucks for a simple hug.
But I did not allow her to keep that money.
When she was gone at school, I snuck in her room, searched through her mess and took the money right back. When confronted, she tried to accuse some neighbors of stealing-but I knew better.
The reason that I disapproved of her behavior was not because I feared she was becoming materialistic, no. It had nothing to do with that.
At the time, with the permission that she had received from me to participate in her school's theatre program, she was drifting further and further away from me by the day. I guess it is normal for a girl to slowly become more independent of her father, but back then, I saw it differently.
The reason that I didn't want her to have that money was because I feared that she was trying to escape, and I didn't want her to save up enough money to run away from me.
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(A/N: The above description of Jaken that Sesshomaru gives contains many accurate, extremely common traits among pedophiles. Not all people with these traits are pedophiles-they are just very common. They do tend to be immature and think/act like in very juvenile manners, see children as their equals (hence why they think it's okay to be involved with children), interpret childish platonic affections as romantic things and attach romantic connotations to situations where there are none-and it isn't exactly rare for them to also be victims of abuse since abuse during childhood tends to stunt emotional/mental growth if not properly dealt with. They do tend to be very popular (some use their popularity and influence to ruin the child's reputation just in case the truth ever comes out and they need the child to receive the blame), and that gives them free reign to do whatever they want and even be able to gain support from the people around them. And yes, they do spend lots of time grooming not only the children, but the adults around them in order to lower their inhibitions and gain their trust, and weild even more influence than they already do.)
In the beginning, Rin had a casual curiosity for me and my world. As time went by and she actually experienced what it was like, that mild amusement quickly turned into repulsion and disgust. She hated it when I touched her and snapped at me, but I still managed to be happy. There is nothing in the world better than being able to touch a nymphet, and that in itself made me forget about all the times that she'd pushed me away, all the trouble that she gave me, and made it all worthwhile.
Once in a while, I'd have fantasies of recreating my childhood days with Kagura by taking Lolita to the beach like I had done with my first love in Riviera. I planned a visit to a cove on the Atlantic side, but had to cancel due to bad weather. We tried a couple of semi-tropical beaches on the Gulf, a California beach facing the Pacific, but all the beaches were either too lonely or too populous and we'd have easily been caught.
One summer noon we did find a secluded spot about a hundred feet or so from where we had parked and we were about to do our business when two women nearly walked in on us, and we came closer to detection than ever before.
"Dammit, why?" Rin kept sobbing afterwards. "Every time, every single time!"
But I laughed. It hadn't occured to me at the time that she might have actually wanted to get caught and that's why she was still cursing me out as we drove off.
There were several incidents at movies, for we saw anywhere from one hundred and fifty to two hundred programs a year, mostly the musicals and westerns that Rin enjoyed so much (she had an explicit interest in theatre and Broadway). I would put my arm around her shoulder and people behind us would start mumbling, and that was enough for me to withdraw.
One night I told her about my plan to enroll her in Beardsley, a high-class non co-educational school.
"You what?!" She screeched at me. "You-you can't make me! You think you're my boss or something?!"
I ignored her and continued to drive, not bothering to point out that at this point as her guardian, I was her father and very much also her boss.
Keeping the latter in mind, I did strenuous research on the legal situation between the two of us. Some states prohibited a guardian from doing certain things without permission from the state while others did not. I also wondered if I, as a stepfather, could be considered a natural guardian or if I had to get legal permission from the state like a foster or adoptive parent and have them investigate Rin and I. Miroku was a lawyer and might have been able to give me solid advice, but at the time he was too busy tending to Sango, who had developed some sort of cancer and couldn't do much more than look after Sara's property. Plus it would make him suspicious if I had asked these kinds of questions after convincing him that Rin was my biological child. Not wanting to draw any more attention on us, I stopped seeking professional advice.
After that I decided to get a job at the Beardsley Women's College as a professor, and we could live there while Lolita went to school. It was a much better arrangement than continuously going from hotel to hotel and never knowing where we'd next rest our heads, and we'd only have to lay low for a couple of years until I could marry Rin.
And when she was no longer a nymphet, I'd have Lolita the Second-which Rin was bound to give me one day-to relieve myself with, and then a third.
I was a complete and utter failure as a father figure anyway. Yes, reader, no matter how much I tried to deny my parental responsibilities to her as the only parent that she now had because I did not want to see our relationship as incestuous-in the end, I realized that the fact that I was her adult guardian who was taking care of her, protecting her, providing for her and raising her for this long made me a surrogate parent. But by the time that I came to see that and stopped denying it to myself, it was too late for I'd already failed my duties.
Jaken, a small, wrinkly, short man with a green tint to his skin and toad-like warts everywhere took a liking to me around that time. He admired me, followed me, and obeyed my every whim like he was my servant or something, and being his acquaintance proved to be quite useful to me in the future. Keep in mind that though he did not seem like much and was indeed a simple man, Jaken was actually a brilliant French scholar and very competent when needed. This Sesshomaru does not associate himself with failures.
He rented a house for us and sent a little boy to give us the keys, and I soon visited the Beardsley School for girls in order to enroll Lolita there.
It was ridiculously disappointing. One would have thought that a school that cost so much would have provided some mental stimulation, but it seemed there was more emphasis on petty socialization and glamour.
"It is more important for a growing girl to learn to deal with the society around her than to memorize forgotten history." Kaede, the headmistress, said to me when we met. "Rin will learn to socialize, but there will of course be solid schoolwork as well-however, we are more concerned with our girls learning to communicate than for them to memorize lectures from old books about topics completely irrelevant to their lives."
I narrowed my eyes. "But would Rin also receive a sound education?"
"That would all depend on your definition of what a sound education is, wouldn't it?" Kaede smiled softly.
At first glance I did not approve of the school at all, but speaking to two rather intelligent women who had been schooled there and receiving confirmation that they did, in fact, do quite a lot of bookwork and hearing that the emphasis on socialization was just an attempt to add a touch of modern appeal to their program made me reconsider.
Plus the house that we had moved into had a pretty nice view of the school playground. I could already imagine myself watching Rin and the other nymphets from the window freely while they played during recess.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was on civil, yet distant terms with our neighbors-distant partly because I was worried about them becoming too involved for their own good in things that just aren't any of their business. I was also worried that Lolita might confide in them somehow and never left them alone together. The only person that I ever allowed inside was Jaken, who sometimes watched over Rin while I was gone, kind of like a babysitter. He was naive, clumsy and a never-ending source of amusement, and Rin spent a lot of time laughing at his antics.
The sound of her laughter had increasingly become rarer and rarer during our relationship, and I found that I quite enjoyed seeing a piece of the bright child that she had formerly been rather than the sulking teenager that she had turned into. Therefore I allowed Jaken to be in her company, and did not worry about his relationship with her since I had deducted that he liked little boys, not girls.
How did I know? He fit the profile of somebody like me exactly, and by now I knew enough to be able to recognize someone else like me.
Jaken, despite his occasional idiocy, was loved for being funny and was immensely popular. At the same time he was childish, thought very much like a child, and saw children as his equals-for in a way, they kind of were in their mental states. When it came to little boys, he would interpret the smallest things as sexual behaviors that no one else would be able to see, and he'd make small comments to me about it.
He knew all the names of the little boys in the neighborhood-and due to his popularity, no one questioned him. In fact, they'd actually urge him to make friends with these children, and made it even easier for him to gain access to them-if only it had been so easy for me. But Jaken had people pampering him and offering to do chores for him, something that he took advantage of to the fullest.
And Jaken would lure the boys to him by giving them chocolate with drugs laced in them.
Two or three times a week he'd come to me, I'd try to brush him off, but end up somehow playing chess with him. Those games were an annoyance, as he'd easily get distracted and I'd constantly have to point out if he was in check or not. But from there, we could hear the sound of Rin's steps as she practiced her dance routines downstairs, and that gave me a strange sense of comfort.
Sometimes, she came upstairs to watch us.
"What are you doing?"
"Are you blind? We're playing chess!" He'd snap. "Now get back to practice."
Rin would pick up once of his chess pieces and toss it at him. "Who're you bossing around?"
He'd fuss, and she'd giggle at him the way she'd stopped giggling around me years ago. In his distraction I would have laid out some sort of trap for him on the board, and his eyes widened trying to figure out what had exactly happened and how he was going to overcome it this time.
I needed him there. With him there, everyone would take their attention away from me and focus on him instead. He made me look better in comparison, and if they were to suspect anyone, it'd be him, not me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rin had a pretty good amount of allowance, not to mention that I constantly gave her small presents. I'd request additional sexual favors from her in exchange, and pretty soon she started to demand money from me before encounters of any kind. At that time, I thought that she was just becoming spoiled and I could not fathom why on Earth she would start to act like this.
At first she earned about three pennies a day, then she demanded around three nickels. Slowly she became a tougher negotiator as her prices went up. She must have been aware that I could not go for too long without touching her, for soon she was charging three to four bucks for a simple hug.
But I did not allow her to keep that money.
When she was gone at school, I snuck in her room, searched through her mess and took the money right back. When confronted, she tried to accuse some neighbors of stealing-but I knew better.
The reason that I disapproved of her behavior was not because I feared she was becoming materialistic, no. It had nothing to do with that.
At the time, with the permission that she had received from me to participate in her school's theatre program, she was drifting further and further away from me by the day. I guess it is normal for a girl to slowly become more independent of her father, but back then, I saw it differently.
The reason that I didn't want her to have that money was because I feared that she was trying to escape, and I didn't want her to save up enough money to run away from me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(A/N: The above description of Jaken that Sesshomaru gives contains many accurate, extremely common traits among pedophiles. Not all people with these traits are pedophiles-they are just very common. They do tend to be immature and think/act like in very juvenile manners, see children as their equals (hence why they think it's okay to be involved with children), interpret childish platonic affections as romantic things and attach romantic connotations to situations where there are none-and it isn't exactly rare for them to also be victims of abuse since abuse during childhood tends to stunt emotional/mental growth if not properly dealt with. They do tend to be very popular (some use their popularity and influence to ruin the child's reputation just in case the truth ever comes out and they need the child to receive the blame), and that gives them free reign to do whatever they want and even be able to gain support from the people around them. And yes, they do spend lots of time grooming not only the children, but the adults around them in order to lower their inhibitions and gain their trust, and weild even more influence than they already do.)