InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Child ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Twilight dawn 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Drama / Thriller | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 262 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Drama / Thriller | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 262 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters. The honor belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
I gave the man named Jaken a few minutes to compose himself. He turned his head away from me and stared out the window at the cars driving passed the small café. I pretended not to notice the pool of tears that threatened to spill forth from his small, beady eyes.
I haven’t seen a grown man cry before, except in the movies, but I feel like I’m about to. It appears that he cares a great deal for the missing girl, despite the fact that she is the daughter of his employer.
He composed himself rather quickly and focused his attention back on me.
“If we are to continue any further,” I said, looking at him directly into his eyes. “I need to know the name of the man I am working for. I think its only fair since he has threatened me into this.”
He shook his head slightly. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Miss Higurashi.”
“Why not?” I demanded, getting irritated with both him and his employer. The two of them has to be the most complicated people I have the pleasure of working with. I don’t understand why they are making things so difficult for me.
He cleared his throat and avoided looking at me. “I was ordered to only talk about Rin and her case,” he revealed.
Lowering my head, I used my hand to rub my forehead to ease the oncoming headache. Fine. I will play by their rules, but there is no rule that states I can’t play dirty. He said I can only ask questions about the girl and I will use that to my advantage.
“What is the child’s last name?” I asked him.
“Tashio,” he replied without a thought.
Why did that name sound so familiar to me? I know I’ve heard it from somewhere before, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. There are so many people living and working in this city, and most of them share the same last name, even if they aren’t related.
His eyes grew wide with horror as he realized his mistake. His boss is going to yell at him or fire him for disobeying direct orders. “You tricked me,” he accused, narrowing his eyes.
He didn’t give me a chance to defend myself. He continued to voice his displeasure. “I’m afraid that if you continue to act this way, Miss Higurashi, I will be forced to call my employer. He will deal with you accordingly.”
I let out a breath to calm my anger before I replied to his threat. I leaned close. I was tempted to grab him by the collar of his shirt and yank him towards me, but I behaved.
“Listen well,” I hissed quietly so he would be the only one to hear me. “I did not trick you. You said I could only ask questions about the child and that is exactly what I did. It’s not my fault that you stupidly answered my question.”
He bowed his head in defeat. “I apologize for my behavior. I hope you will be kind and not say anything to my employer.”
I began to wonder why he was so afraid of his boss and then it dawns on me. There is only one man with the last name Tashio that comes to mind.
Sesshoumaru Tashio is known throughout the city as a ruthless, cold hearted prosecutor, who always wins his cases. He is the most hated man among criminals. Most likely a past case of his wanted revenge and in doing so, kidnapped his daughter.
Jaken opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it as Sango decided to make her way to our table. “Is there anything I can get for you?” she asked opening her tablet and taking out the pen from behind her ear.
She knew what I preferred to drink, but we have to pretend not to know each other. It was hard at first, but we got used to it as time went by. “I would love a cup of your green tea, please.” I turned towards Jaken. “Would you like to order anything? It’s my treat.”
He shook his head. “Thank you, but no. That won’t be necessary since I don’t plan on being here much longer.”
"By the way," I began, getting back to the previous conversation, after Sango had left to fill my order. "I will agree to honor your wishes and keep quiet about his name. I am sure your employer has his reasons."
Jaken breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Miss Higurashi. May I ask why you changed your mind?”
I nodded, figuring he would calm down after learning more information about how I conduct business. "In the past I have worked with quite a few celebrities that were worried about their privacy. Since then, I have drawn up contracts stating that if any information is revealed, I will pay the client compensation and deny their involvement."
Jaken nodded knowingly. "I see. Then you won't mind me asking how long you have been doing this for?"
I shook my head. "No. I don't mind," I replied, seeing Sango walking back towards our table. "I have been finding missing person for about six years now."
"That is a long time," he commented. "You must be good to stay in business for so long."
I smiled at him. I can tell that he is trusting me more and I believe I have just received a compliment.
A white drinking cup was placed before me. I looked up to see Sango hovering over our table. “Here you go,” she spoke, setting a napkin next to the cup. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.” She gave me a small smile before heading over to another table.
I wrapped both hands around the cup, allowing the warmth to seep through my fingers, then I took of whiff of the soothing aroma. I slowly brought it to my mouth, lightly blowing on the hot liquid inside, before taking tiny sips of the light green color.
While I was enjoying my tea, Jaken reached into his briefcase and pulled an item out. He glanced at it briefly before sliding it across the table. “This is the latest photo of Rin,” he spoke moving his hand away. “Ironically, the photo was taken a few days before her disappearance.”
I looked down at the photo and began to study her.
The child was of normal height for a child her age. She has a big smile on her face, wearing her school uniform, and was holding a certificate announcing her graduation from kindergarten. Her hair style with the side ponytail was unusual, but it seems to suit her.
I have to admit there’s something that draws you to her. Maybe its her infectious smile or the happy expression in her honey colored eyes.
Seeing her image has brought back painful memories that I thought I had locked away. I set my cup of tea on the napkin and pushed it aside. Nothing would ease my aching heart at the moment.
Jaken’s face lit up with hope when I looked away from the photo, misinterpreting my actions. “Have you got anything, yet?” He asked me.
“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way,” I began to explain about my gift, trying to regain my composure. It wouldn’t do for me to get emotional. “Sometimes I get images when I see a photo or an object, but I get most of my visions from my dreams.”
“I see,” he said slumping down in his chair, looking defeated.
I started to slide the photo back to him, but he shook his head. “You keep that copy. I can always print out more.”
“Are you sure?” I asked stopping my movements. “I really don’t need it. I have already memorized her image.”
He finally spoke after a brief pause. “My employer would insist on giving that photo to you. It might help you.”
Since he refused to take the photo back, I placed it with the rest of my paperwork. I might take another look at the photo later to see if I missed any details or see if I can get a vision. “Tell me what happened on the day of her disappearance,” I said, opening up my notebook to write down the details.
He was silent for a few moments, collecting his thoughts on the matter. He probably wants to make sure he leaves nothing out. When he finally did speak, his voice was calmer and not full of emotion as it was before. “My employer is good at what he does and is always busy with his work , but somehow he always finds the time to spend with Rin.”
I wondered where this is going. I am more interested in what happened to Rin that day. But I still jotted down the details. At this point, every bit of information will be helpful, since I don’t have a lot of clues to work on.
“For some reason, he couldn’t take time from work that day because he was working on a very important case, and had me call a babysitter.”
I hated to interrupt him, but my instinct was telling me something about his words was a clue. “Can you tell me about the case?” I asked him. “I am sensing whatever he is working on is somehow involved.”
Jaken shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t help you. He’s not allowed to discuss his work, but he might make an exception with you.”
I made a brief note to do just that. I will have to convince him to tell me if he refuses.
He sensed I wasn‘t going to interrupt again and continued on. “I had thoroughly checked the babysitter’s background information and criminal record, but I never found anything. The instant she arrived, she didn’t feel right to me and I’m a good judge of character. The only thing I regret is not listening to them. Then Rin might still be with us.”
“When my employer arrived home, Rin and the sitter were no where to be found. I called the agency where I acquired her from and they claimed I never called them. That they have never heard of such a person. It was then that we called the police.”
His eyes flashed with anger. “It seems that the police haven’t been doing their job correctly or they would have found her already. It has been over three weeks and we are running out of time and options.”
I reached over and patted his hand in comfort.
The longer the child is missing, the hopes of finding that child are slim to none. That is why I was sought out. They are desperate to find her and I am their only hope left.
I understand that the man is upset by his daughter’s kidnapping and he has no other choice to seek outside help, but did he really have to threaten me? I just wished he would have asked me beforehand. I would have taken the case.
Just because I understand his motives doesn’t mean I am going to forgive his actions. He had no right digging up information on my past. There are some things that even I don’t want to remember.
I am relieved to hear they had contacted the police. I have an inside source that will give me the information they have collected on this case. It might save me some time not working on the same leads they have that ended up going nowhere.
I had to press him further to give me even more details. “Do you remember what the woman looks like?”
“I will never forget that woman,” he answered, keeping his gaze locked on mine. “The thing that I remember the most about her are the two white feathers she wore in her upswept hair style. She wore turquoise beaded earrings and her eyes were the color of blood.”
My eyes widened in fear of the image he had just described. She reminds me of a woman from my past, but that would be impossible. I had cut ties with them long ago and I have made sure they could not trace me.
“It might help me more if you tell me a little bit about Rin.” I said, getting back on topic by pushing my thoughts aside. This meeting is taking longer than I had anticipated and I need to end it soon. There are few things in this case I need to check out.
He smiled then, willing to tell me about the child he held so dear. “Rin is such a sweet and happy child. Anyone who meets her instantly falls for her. She likes to garden and pick flowers to fill up the mansion with them.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “She sounds like a good kid.”
Jaken smiled back. “Yes, she is.”
He glanced at his watch and frowned, when he learned how much time has passed. “I’m sorry, Miss Higurashi, but I have another appointment.”
I stood up from my chair with a slight smile on my face. “That’s alright,” I said to him, watching him put items back into his briefcase. “If I have any other questions, I will give you or your employer a call.”
As soon as I finished speaking, he reached into his jacket’s pocket and brought out a small, white rectangular piece of paper. “Here is our contact information,” he informed me, handing me the business card. “You can reach us at anytime.”
I bowed to him in farewell and watched him leave the café.
Taking my gray wool jacket from the back of the chair, I slipped it over my shoulders and made sure I had everything I needed. I left money on the table to pay for my tea and a big tip, and a small note telling her I will call her later.
When I opened the front door to my house, I let out a small gasp, gripping the briefcase I held in my hands in a death grip. On the wall of my living room was a painted image of a black spider with red glowing eyes. My hand went to my mouth when I read the words he written for me. I knew it was his handwriting. He was making sure I knew it was him and not some copycat.
Little Miss Muffet has been scared away for too long and the spider wants her back to sink his claws into.
I suddenly realized he could come back at any time and quickly slammed the door behind me, not bothering to lock it.
I did the only thing I knew, I ran.
To be continued…
I gave the man named Jaken a few minutes to compose himself. He turned his head away from me and stared out the window at the cars driving passed the small café. I pretended not to notice the pool of tears that threatened to spill forth from his small, beady eyes.
I haven’t seen a grown man cry before, except in the movies, but I feel like I’m about to. It appears that he cares a great deal for the missing girl, despite the fact that she is the daughter of his employer.
He composed himself rather quickly and focused his attention back on me.
“If we are to continue any further,” I said, looking at him directly into his eyes. “I need to know the name of the man I am working for. I think its only fair since he has threatened me into this.”
He shook his head slightly. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Miss Higurashi.”
“Why not?” I demanded, getting irritated with both him and his employer. The two of them has to be the most complicated people I have the pleasure of working with. I don’t understand why they are making things so difficult for me.
He cleared his throat and avoided looking at me. “I was ordered to only talk about Rin and her case,” he revealed.
Lowering my head, I used my hand to rub my forehead to ease the oncoming headache. Fine. I will play by their rules, but there is no rule that states I can’t play dirty. He said I can only ask questions about the girl and I will use that to my advantage.
“What is the child’s last name?” I asked him.
“Tashio,” he replied without a thought.
Why did that name sound so familiar to me? I know I’ve heard it from somewhere before, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. There are so many people living and working in this city, and most of them share the same last name, even if they aren’t related.
His eyes grew wide with horror as he realized his mistake. His boss is going to yell at him or fire him for disobeying direct orders. “You tricked me,” he accused, narrowing his eyes.
He didn’t give me a chance to defend myself. He continued to voice his displeasure. “I’m afraid that if you continue to act this way, Miss Higurashi, I will be forced to call my employer. He will deal with you accordingly.”
I let out a breath to calm my anger before I replied to his threat. I leaned close. I was tempted to grab him by the collar of his shirt and yank him towards me, but I behaved.
“Listen well,” I hissed quietly so he would be the only one to hear me. “I did not trick you. You said I could only ask questions about the child and that is exactly what I did. It’s not my fault that you stupidly answered my question.”
He bowed his head in defeat. “I apologize for my behavior. I hope you will be kind and not say anything to my employer.”
I began to wonder why he was so afraid of his boss and then it dawns on me. There is only one man with the last name Tashio that comes to mind.
Sesshoumaru Tashio is known throughout the city as a ruthless, cold hearted prosecutor, who always wins his cases. He is the most hated man among criminals. Most likely a past case of his wanted revenge and in doing so, kidnapped his daughter.
Jaken opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it as Sango decided to make her way to our table. “Is there anything I can get for you?” she asked opening her tablet and taking out the pen from behind her ear.
She knew what I preferred to drink, but we have to pretend not to know each other. It was hard at first, but we got used to it as time went by. “I would love a cup of your green tea, please.” I turned towards Jaken. “Would you like to order anything? It’s my treat.”
He shook his head. “Thank you, but no. That won’t be necessary since I don’t plan on being here much longer.”
"By the way," I began, getting back to the previous conversation, after Sango had left to fill my order. "I will agree to honor your wishes and keep quiet about his name. I am sure your employer has his reasons."
Jaken breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Miss Higurashi. May I ask why you changed your mind?”
I nodded, figuring he would calm down after learning more information about how I conduct business. "In the past I have worked with quite a few celebrities that were worried about their privacy. Since then, I have drawn up contracts stating that if any information is revealed, I will pay the client compensation and deny their involvement."
Jaken nodded knowingly. "I see. Then you won't mind me asking how long you have been doing this for?"
I shook my head. "No. I don't mind," I replied, seeing Sango walking back towards our table. "I have been finding missing person for about six years now."
"That is a long time," he commented. "You must be good to stay in business for so long."
I smiled at him. I can tell that he is trusting me more and I believe I have just received a compliment.
A white drinking cup was placed before me. I looked up to see Sango hovering over our table. “Here you go,” she spoke, setting a napkin next to the cup. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.” She gave me a small smile before heading over to another table.
I wrapped both hands around the cup, allowing the warmth to seep through my fingers, then I took of whiff of the soothing aroma. I slowly brought it to my mouth, lightly blowing on the hot liquid inside, before taking tiny sips of the light green color.
While I was enjoying my tea, Jaken reached into his briefcase and pulled an item out. He glanced at it briefly before sliding it across the table. “This is the latest photo of Rin,” he spoke moving his hand away. “Ironically, the photo was taken a few days before her disappearance.”
I looked down at the photo and began to study her.
The child was of normal height for a child her age. She has a big smile on her face, wearing her school uniform, and was holding a certificate announcing her graduation from kindergarten. Her hair style with the side ponytail was unusual, but it seems to suit her.
I have to admit there’s something that draws you to her. Maybe its her infectious smile or the happy expression in her honey colored eyes.
Seeing her image has brought back painful memories that I thought I had locked away. I set my cup of tea on the napkin and pushed it aside. Nothing would ease my aching heart at the moment.
Jaken’s face lit up with hope when I looked away from the photo, misinterpreting my actions. “Have you got anything, yet?” He asked me.
“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way,” I began to explain about my gift, trying to regain my composure. It wouldn’t do for me to get emotional. “Sometimes I get images when I see a photo or an object, but I get most of my visions from my dreams.”
“I see,” he said slumping down in his chair, looking defeated.
I started to slide the photo back to him, but he shook his head. “You keep that copy. I can always print out more.”
“Are you sure?” I asked stopping my movements. “I really don’t need it. I have already memorized her image.”
He finally spoke after a brief pause. “My employer would insist on giving that photo to you. It might help you.”
Since he refused to take the photo back, I placed it with the rest of my paperwork. I might take another look at the photo later to see if I missed any details or see if I can get a vision. “Tell me what happened on the day of her disappearance,” I said, opening up my notebook to write down the details.
He was silent for a few moments, collecting his thoughts on the matter. He probably wants to make sure he leaves nothing out. When he finally did speak, his voice was calmer and not full of emotion as it was before. “My employer is good at what he does and is always busy with his work , but somehow he always finds the time to spend with Rin.”
I wondered where this is going. I am more interested in what happened to Rin that day. But I still jotted down the details. At this point, every bit of information will be helpful, since I don’t have a lot of clues to work on.
“For some reason, he couldn’t take time from work that day because he was working on a very important case, and had me call a babysitter.”
I hated to interrupt him, but my instinct was telling me something about his words was a clue. “Can you tell me about the case?” I asked him. “I am sensing whatever he is working on is somehow involved.”
Jaken shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t help you. He’s not allowed to discuss his work, but he might make an exception with you.”
I made a brief note to do just that. I will have to convince him to tell me if he refuses.
He sensed I wasn‘t going to interrupt again and continued on. “I had thoroughly checked the babysitter’s background information and criminal record, but I never found anything. The instant she arrived, she didn’t feel right to me and I’m a good judge of character. The only thing I regret is not listening to them. Then Rin might still be with us.”
“When my employer arrived home, Rin and the sitter were no where to be found. I called the agency where I acquired her from and they claimed I never called them. That they have never heard of such a person. It was then that we called the police.”
His eyes flashed with anger. “It seems that the police haven’t been doing their job correctly or they would have found her already. It has been over three weeks and we are running out of time and options.”
I reached over and patted his hand in comfort.
The longer the child is missing, the hopes of finding that child are slim to none. That is why I was sought out. They are desperate to find her and I am their only hope left.
I understand that the man is upset by his daughter’s kidnapping and he has no other choice to seek outside help, but did he really have to threaten me? I just wished he would have asked me beforehand. I would have taken the case.
Just because I understand his motives doesn’t mean I am going to forgive his actions. He had no right digging up information on my past. There are some things that even I don’t want to remember.
I am relieved to hear they had contacted the police. I have an inside source that will give me the information they have collected on this case. It might save me some time not working on the same leads they have that ended up going nowhere.
I had to press him further to give me even more details. “Do you remember what the woman looks like?”
“I will never forget that woman,” he answered, keeping his gaze locked on mine. “The thing that I remember the most about her are the two white feathers she wore in her upswept hair style. She wore turquoise beaded earrings and her eyes were the color of blood.”
My eyes widened in fear of the image he had just described. She reminds me of a woman from my past, but that would be impossible. I had cut ties with them long ago and I have made sure they could not trace me.
“It might help me more if you tell me a little bit about Rin.” I said, getting back on topic by pushing my thoughts aside. This meeting is taking longer than I had anticipated and I need to end it soon. There are few things in this case I need to check out.
He smiled then, willing to tell me about the child he held so dear. “Rin is such a sweet and happy child. Anyone who meets her instantly falls for her. She likes to garden and pick flowers to fill up the mansion with them.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “She sounds like a good kid.”
Jaken smiled back. “Yes, she is.”
He glanced at his watch and frowned, when he learned how much time has passed. “I’m sorry, Miss Higurashi, but I have another appointment.”
I stood up from my chair with a slight smile on my face. “That’s alright,” I said to him, watching him put items back into his briefcase. “If I have any other questions, I will give you or your employer a call.”
As soon as I finished speaking, he reached into his jacket’s pocket and brought out a small, white rectangular piece of paper. “Here is our contact information,” he informed me, handing me the business card. “You can reach us at anytime.”
I bowed to him in farewell and watched him leave the café.
Taking my gray wool jacket from the back of the chair, I slipped it over my shoulders and made sure I had everything I needed. I left money on the table to pay for my tea and a big tip, and a small note telling her I will call her later.
When I opened the front door to my house, I let out a small gasp, gripping the briefcase I held in my hands in a death grip. On the wall of my living room was a painted image of a black spider with red glowing eyes. My hand went to my mouth when I read the words he written for me. I knew it was his handwriting. He was making sure I knew it was him and not some copycat.
Little Miss Muffet has been scared away for too long and the spider wants her back to sink his claws into.
I suddenly realized he could come back at any time and quickly slammed the door behind me, not bothering to lock it.
I did the only thing I knew, I ran.
To be continued…