InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lolita: Sesshomaru and Rin ❯ The Letter ( Chapter 5 )
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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: 2.0K | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.04.2016 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
(A/N: If you didn't fully get the last chapter, what happened was
that Sessshomaru manipulated Rin so that she was kind of grinding
against him. Then he rubbed himself against her until he came. Back
to Sesshomaru's POV.)
This Sesshomaru has said it time and time again; I am a smart man, and I just proved it. I had found a way to get what I want from Lolita without having to actually taint her innocence, and she had noticed nothing. Nothing! I take pride in that I was able to protect the purity of that child.
Rin didn't come home the next day; she was out watching a movie with some friends. I was stuck in the house with nothing to do but eat dinner (with Sara to my disgust). The woman made sure to be very polite while serving food and then revealed that Rin was going away to summer camp on Thursday for three weeks.
I nearly choked and threw up my food. I had just barely secretly had her!
"Um, Sesshomaru? Are you okay?" asked Sara.
I forced myself to calm down. "I'm fine. I just have a toothache."
"Really?" She blinked cluelssly. "...Well, our neighbor is a dentist. His name is Onigumo; he was actually due to see Rin but she refused. I think it'd be good for her if she saw you go. It might just curb her a little. Plus, she's been bothering you so much these days..."
"Are you sure about this?" I cut her off; she was blabbing again.
"Of course!" Sara beamed. "Yura knows children better than anyone."
My toothache has gotten worse.
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Rin would fight with her mother more often than she ever did before; and each time, she would run to her room, lock herself in and cry for the rest of the night. Especially when Sara told her that I had approved of the whole camp idea. She cursed out her mother and called me a double-crosser, but I didn't say anything. Not in Sara's presence.
After all that, she was now ready to go. Sara was rushing her into the car when the most unexpected thing happened.
She turned around, ran to me, and kissed me.
It was just an innocent peck on the lips, but God, it meant the world.
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T hat night, the maid handed me a note from Sara.
Sesshomaru, I love you. I asked God what to do about it and he only said to act like I am now. There's no other for me. I am a passionate, lonely woman and you are the love of my life.
Now that I've gotten that confession out of the way, I must ask you to leave. As your landlady, I am asking you to pack your belongings right away. I'm kicking you out. Get out by eight thirty, before I return. I don't want to see you here again. In fact, please don't even read this letter until the end!
I am nothing to you. I know that! If you read my "confession" and decided that for some reason you'd like to take advantage of my feelings, you'd be a criminal! No better than raping a child. If you decide to stay, it can only mean that you want me just as much as I want you and you want to be a father to my little girl!
Oh my goodness. By now, this letter's probably been torn to pieces and flushed down the toilet. You must think that I'm so stupid for opening up like this. Your curiosity has been satisfied; now go. Please go. Don't forget to leave the key on the desk in your room, and an address to where you will be so that I can refund you for the remainder of the month.
At first, I was repulsed. In my daze, I walked around and somehow ended up in Rin's room, staring at the poster above her bed.
An actor. Dark, long hair, red eyes, a creepy grin. Rin had drawn an arrow to his face, and put "Sesshomaru" there in block letters.
I examined the poster again. Coloring aside, he does look like me. We had the same bone structure and similar features; albeit in different shades.
Having calmed down, I re-read the letter, and then an idea came to me. If I were to marry Sara, that would give me more right to see Rin than anyone else as her legal guardian. This was an opportunity to be closer to her than ever before. When I thought about that, I was even able to make Sara's grotesque face seem slightly appealing. Slightly.
A grin took over my lips for a second until I straightened myself out. So many possibilities. I could feed both of them powerful sleeping pills, or keep Sara quiet in fear of me leaving her if she forbade me from seeing Lolita.
I would wait for Sara. Then I'd give her the news.
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& lt; br> During the preparations for the wedding, Sara changed. At first she was more uptight, conservative, and strict than even myself-which is actually saying something. The woman even went as far as to say that she would commit suicide if I did not believe in the Christian God.
She was still a well-mannered woman of principle; but as she became more active in the community, she managed to become an acceptable citizen. It wasn't as bad as I expected at all. She was now willing to wait on me hand and foot. She improved the appearance, becoming neater and better dressed. There was a radiance to her that I had not previously noticed; her smile was brighter, more honest, and happier.
It was fascinating. From time to time, I could see traces of Rin in her mannerisms. The connection between mother and child steadily became more apparent. Biologically, she was the closest that I could get to Lolita. I do think that back when she was Rin's age, she had been just as desirable a schoolgirl as Rin is today; and as Rin's daughter would be one day.
At times, she would look at me with such tenderness and admiration that I felt as though I hated myself.
Sara became more energetic, as though she was trying to match her more youthful appearance. She spent hours cleaning and redecorating the house and socializing with the neighbors. But as real friends went, she only had Miroku, a young sports dealer, and his wife Sango, a painter.
But there was a downside to it as well; Sara had a possessive side to her. She was insanely jealous and would constantly nag me about my past, wanting to know all about my previous lovers. Then she would proceed to insult them in any way that she could. I had to tell her about my marriage to Kagome; and then to satisfy her urges, I invented a long line of girlfriends for her to tear apart.
She hardly talked about my Lolita. Strangely, by then, I had come to regard Rin as my own child. If I got Sara a Caesarian section sometime next Spring, would I have a chance to gorge the nymphet with sleeping pills?
The woman's hatred of her daughter made me sick.
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One day, we went to the lake with Miroku and Sango.
"You know, Sesshomaru, I'd always wanted a good, trained servant maid to live in the house." Sara told me one say, her eyes sparkling in anticipation.
"No room." I replied without interest.
"Oh, come on!" She smiled. "We can put her in Rin's room. I was gonna turn that room into a guest room anyway; it's the coldest, ugliest room in this place."
"Where would you put your daughter, then?"
Sara gasped. "Oh, I didn't tell you, did I? Rin's not gonna be in the picture at all. She'll go straight from camp to boarding school, and then to Beardsley College. I have everything planned out, so you don't have to worry."
If she had been Kagome, I could've just scared her into giving me what I wanted; but this was Sara. I couldn't do anything to spoil the image of me that she had come to adore. I could not say anything to her at all without giving myself away. Sara was too strict in her morals and beliefs, too conservative and principled to persuade.
Think whatever you want of me, but in that moment, I realized that my natural solution was to get rid of her so that it was only Rin and I in the picture.
And so, we entered the water. On the opposite bank, there were two men working on the stretch of the shore; a retired policeman and a plumber building a wharf. Our side was empty on weekday mornings. There was nobody except those two. They were close enough to witness an accident but too far away to witness a crime.
Keep in mind, I was not that insane. I was only noting to myself how easy it would have been. I could've just dropped back, grabbed her by the ankle, and dove into the water dragging Sara with me. She wasn't much of a swimmer anyway. I could've then come up for some air while holding her down, dive again as many times as I had to, and shouted for help as soon as she was gone for good. By the time help arrived, no one would have been able to notice what really happened.
And yet, I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just silently turned to the shore with Sara following behind me.
Dammit. Is it that big of a deal? People like me only wanted the community to allow their harmless behavior without everyone cracking down on us. We are not the villains. We are just people with different preferences, willing to give years of our lives for the chance to touch a nymphet. Is it so wrong to prefer a child?
We sat down on our towels. Sango joined us with her easel.
"You startled me." said Sara.
Sango shrugged. "Sorry. I was trying to finish a landscape, but that spot I had is no good." She turned to me, smiling. "Have you ever tried painting, Sesshomaru?"
"Hey." Sara interrupted, seemingly jealous of the woman for even daring to talk to me. "Is Miroku coming?"
"He's coming home for lunch today." Sango replied. "You know, I once saw two children making love right here at sunset. Next time I think I might see Onigumo. He told me this really weird story about his nephew; Naraku, I think his name was. It appears-"
Just then we were interrupted by Miroku.
Why is it that I am always hearing this Naraku person's name?
(A/N: About the kissing part...Any sane person would not have read that deep into it. A peck on the lips is a way of showing affection, but it doesn't indicate romantic interest. Especially from a child. I highly doubt Lo meant anything by that kiss.
Unfortunately, many abusers have a tendency to turn any form of affection into a romantic one and call any form of love romantic, taking signs of love between friends/family members as "flirting" or "romantic interest" when that isn't the case. They can't distinguish, or rather choose not to. Kind of like another group of of people.)
This Sesshomaru has said it time and time again; I am a smart man, and I just proved it. I had found a way to get what I want from Lolita without having to actually taint her innocence, and she had noticed nothing. Nothing! I take pride in that I was able to protect the purity of that child.
Rin didn't come home the next day; she was out watching a movie with some friends. I was stuck in the house with nothing to do but eat dinner (with Sara to my disgust). The woman made sure to be very polite while serving food and then revealed that Rin was going away to summer camp on Thursday for three weeks.
I nearly choked and threw up my food. I had just barely secretly had her!
"Um, Sesshomaru? Are you okay?" asked Sara.
I forced myself to calm down. "I'm fine. I just have a toothache."
"Really?" She blinked cluelssly. "...Well, our neighbor is a dentist. His name is Onigumo; he was actually due to see Rin but she refused. I think it'd be good for her if she saw you go. It might just curb her a little. Plus, she's been bothering you so much these days..."
"Are you sure about this?" I cut her off; she was blabbing again.
"Of course!" Sara beamed. "Yura knows children better than anyone."
My toothache has gotten worse.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rin would fight with her mother more often than she ever did before; and each time, she would run to her room, lock herself in and cry for the rest of the night. Especially when Sara told her that I had approved of the whole camp idea. She cursed out her mother and called me a double-crosser, but I didn't say anything. Not in Sara's presence.
After all that, she was now ready to go. Sara was rushing her into the car when the most unexpected thing happened.
She turned around, ran to me, and kissed me.
It was just an innocent peck on the lips, but God, it meant the world.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
T hat night, the maid handed me a note from Sara.
Sesshomaru, I love you. I asked God what to do about it and he only said to act like I am now. There's no other for me. I am a passionate, lonely woman and you are the love of my life.
Now that I've gotten that confession out of the way, I must ask you to leave. As your landlady, I am asking you to pack your belongings right away. I'm kicking you out. Get out by eight thirty, before I return. I don't want to see you here again. In fact, please don't even read this letter until the end!
I am nothing to you. I know that! If you read my "confession" and decided that for some reason you'd like to take advantage of my feelings, you'd be a criminal! No better than raping a child. If you decide to stay, it can only mean that you want me just as much as I want you and you want to be a father to my little girl!
Oh my goodness. By now, this letter's probably been torn to pieces and flushed down the toilet. You must think that I'm so stupid for opening up like this. Your curiosity has been satisfied; now go. Please go. Don't forget to leave the key on the desk in your room, and an address to where you will be so that I can refund you for the remainder of the month.
At first, I was repulsed. In my daze, I walked around and somehow ended up in Rin's room, staring at the poster above her bed.
An actor. Dark, long hair, red eyes, a creepy grin. Rin had drawn an arrow to his face, and put "Sesshomaru" there in block letters.
I examined the poster again. Coloring aside, he does look like me. We had the same bone structure and similar features; albeit in different shades.
Having calmed down, I re-read the letter, and then an idea came to me. If I were to marry Sara, that would give me more right to see Rin than anyone else as her legal guardian. This was an opportunity to be closer to her than ever before. When I thought about that, I was even able to make Sara's grotesque face seem slightly appealing. Slightly.
A grin took over my lips for a second until I straightened myself out. So many possibilities. I could feed both of them powerful sleeping pills, or keep Sara quiet in fear of me leaving her if she forbade me from seeing Lolita.
I would wait for Sara. Then I'd give her the news.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
& lt; br> During the preparations for the wedding, Sara changed. At first she was more uptight, conservative, and strict than even myself-which is actually saying something. The woman even went as far as to say that she would commit suicide if I did not believe in the Christian God.
She was still a well-mannered woman of principle; but as she became more active in the community, she managed to become an acceptable citizen. It wasn't as bad as I expected at all. She was now willing to wait on me hand and foot. She improved the appearance, becoming neater and better dressed. There was a radiance to her that I had not previously noticed; her smile was brighter, more honest, and happier.
It was fascinating. From time to time, I could see traces of Rin in her mannerisms. The connection between mother and child steadily became more apparent. Biologically, she was the closest that I could get to Lolita. I do think that back when she was Rin's age, she had been just as desirable a schoolgirl as Rin is today; and as Rin's daughter would be one day.
At times, she would look at me with such tenderness and admiration that I felt as though I hated myself.
Sara became more energetic, as though she was trying to match her more youthful appearance. She spent hours cleaning and redecorating the house and socializing with the neighbors. But as real friends went, she only had Miroku, a young sports dealer, and his wife Sango, a painter.
But there was a downside to it as well; Sara had a possessive side to her. She was insanely jealous and would constantly nag me about my past, wanting to know all about my previous lovers. Then she would proceed to insult them in any way that she could. I had to tell her about my marriage to Kagome; and then to satisfy her urges, I invented a long line of girlfriends for her to tear apart.
She hardly talked about my Lolita. Strangely, by then, I had come to regard Rin as my own child. If I got Sara a Caesarian section sometime next Spring, would I have a chance to gorge the nymphet with sleeping pills?
The woman's hatred of her daughter made me sick.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
One day, we went to the lake with Miroku and Sango.
"You know, Sesshomaru, I'd always wanted a good, trained servant maid to live in the house." Sara told me one say, her eyes sparkling in anticipation.
"No room." I replied without interest.
"Oh, come on!" She smiled. "We can put her in Rin's room. I was gonna turn that room into a guest room anyway; it's the coldest, ugliest room in this place."
"Where would you put your daughter, then?"
Sara gasped. "Oh, I didn't tell you, did I? Rin's not gonna be in the picture at all. She'll go straight from camp to boarding school, and then to Beardsley College. I have everything planned out, so you don't have to worry."
If she had been Kagome, I could've just scared her into giving me what I wanted; but this was Sara. I couldn't do anything to spoil the image of me that she had come to adore. I could not say anything to her at all without giving myself away. Sara was too strict in her morals and beliefs, too conservative and principled to persuade.
Think whatever you want of me, but in that moment, I realized that my natural solution was to get rid of her so that it was only Rin and I in the picture.
And so, we entered the water. On the opposite bank, there were two men working on the stretch of the shore; a retired policeman and a plumber building a wharf. Our side was empty on weekday mornings. There was nobody except those two. They were close enough to witness an accident but too far away to witness a crime.
Keep in mind, I was not that insane. I was only noting to myself how easy it would have been. I could've just dropped back, grabbed her by the ankle, and dove into the water dragging Sara with me. She wasn't much of a swimmer anyway. I could've then come up for some air while holding her down, dive again as many times as I had to, and shouted for help as soon as she was gone for good. By the time help arrived, no one would have been able to notice what really happened.
And yet, I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just silently turned to the shore with Sara following behind me.
Dammit. Is it that big of a deal? People like me only wanted the community to allow their harmless behavior without everyone cracking down on us. We are not the villains. We are just people with different preferences, willing to give years of our lives for the chance to touch a nymphet. Is it so wrong to prefer a child?
We sat down on our towels. Sango joined us with her easel.
"You startled me." said Sara.
Sango shrugged. "Sorry. I was trying to finish a landscape, but that spot I had is no good." She turned to me, smiling. "Have you ever tried painting, Sesshomaru?"
"Hey." Sara interrupted, seemingly jealous of the woman for even daring to talk to me. "Is Miroku coming?"
"He's coming home for lunch today." Sango replied. "You know, I once saw two children making love right here at sunset. Next time I think I might see Onigumo. He told me this really weird story about his nephew; Naraku, I think his name was. It appears-"
Just then we were interrupted by Miroku.
Why is it that I am always hearing this Naraku person's name?
(A/N: About the kissing part...Any sane person would not have read that deep into it. A peck on the lips is a way of showing affection, but it doesn't indicate romantic interest. Especially from a child. I highly doubt Lo meant anything by that kiss.
Unfortunately, many abusers have a tendency to turn any form of affection into a romantic one and call any form of love romantic, taking signs of love between friends/family members as "flirting" or "romantic interest" when that isn't the case. They can't distinguish, or rather choose not to. Kind of like another group of of people.)