InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sever the Tie That Binds ❯ Meet Taro ( Chapter 2 )
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By: FallenAngel7891 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Work In Progress
I wish I owned Inuyasha. Sadly, he belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, who is nothing short of a genius.
Chapter 2: Meet Taro
I stepped onto the cold tile of the bathroom floor. I turned to look in the mirror of the medicine cabinet. I saw a girl there, someone I didn’t know. She was so different from the one I knew. The one I knew was so light-hearted and happy, but this girl was an empty shell who used to be a person. Devoid of all feeling for anyone or anything other than one person, who was sleeping down the hall.
Disgusted with myself I turned away and discarded my clothes. Turning on the shower and letting the water wash away the dirt and grime I felt just thinking about him. I thought about the little boy sleeping down the hall feeling fresh tears making their way to lay in the corner of my eyes. I wouldn’t cry, I had cried enough tears and they hadn’t helped. No, they didn’t make anything alright again.
He would be six this year, on March 12. Just looking at him makes my insides start to bleed. He resembled the one person I wanted to forget the most. I still remember every detail of that night clearly. I had not thought about it in a long time, I had forced those memories into the back of my mind hoping to forget. I remembered him most near March 12, because I knew my son would be older and still his father never knew he was having a birthday.
Finished with my shower I climbed out feeling the sudden change of temperature and the goose bumps that rose with the chill of the morning air. I hastily reached for my towel before brushing my teeth. I blow-dried my hair and put it up in a elegant bun leaving one slightly curled strand to fall just behind my right ear. I put on a black business skirt with gray pinstripes, a matching gray long sleeve under shirt and a black vest to match. I walked into the kitchen to start the coffee before I woke my son up to go to school.
He just started kindergarten this year. I was glad for that, it was easier to drop him off on my way to work rather than go across town to the babysitters. After I had the baby I moved away, distancing myself from the father of my child and every memory linked to him.
I poured the water into the coffee maker and headed to my son’s room to wake him up. He had short black hair and his eyes were sort of a violet gray with dark brown on the outside. His bone structure, temper, everything just like his father. Only a few traits he inherited from me. I gently laid my hand on his shoulder, shaking slightly to wake him up.
“Taro, Taro its time to get up.” he slowly opened his eyes rubbing the sleep away. I had named him Taro meaning first born son. I had wanted a name to fit with his personality and to me it just seemed to fit. I rubbed his back a kissed him on the forehead.
“I’m going to go make you breakfast, what would you like.”
“Morning mommy, I want….” I laughed when he scrunched his face up obviously thinking hard on what he wanted to eat for breakfast. He meant he world to me, but he was a very picky eater. Finally he decided on
“Pancakes” he said with a big smile. I laughed again and kissed him once more before laying out his clothes and heading to the kitchen. He loved pancakes, probably because I made them real small, about the size of a silver dollar with chocolate chips inside.
After breakfast, which I had to scrape most off of his chin we left to start the day. I dropped him off at school and went to work. My boss was always nice to me, a jerk to everyone else but his “friendliness” made me uncomfortable. I always catch him leering at me from the corner of my eye.
At first I wondered if he gave me the job because I was good for it or because he wanted to date me. Job or not, it wasn’t going to happen. He was a ruthless, cruel lawyer who cut down anyone in his way and I had no intention of a relationship with him or any other male for that matter. I wanted nothing to do with the opposite sex. The only man in my life was Taro, and I was going to keep it that way.
It somewhat bothered me to have him growing up without a father, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s happy and healthy and that’s all that really matters to me. I was scheduling an appointment for a recent client when my boss walked in. Again I felt his eyes tedious eyes staring at me from behind.
That look alone was enough to make my skin crawl. I ended the conversation as he approached the front of my desk. I looked up ready to ask him if he needed something, but before I could ask he stared talking to me in that overly friendly way.
“Good morning Kagome, how are you doing today.”
“Good morning Mr. Kano. I’m fine thank you.” I sounded annoyed but any cheery attitude I directed to him in the past he mistook for affection. Now I’m very careful about how I address him. He was very good-looking. Long black hair and fairly pale skin. He looked very feminine in appearance but he radiated strength and masculinity.
There was something about him that made him seem dark and vindictive. Maybe it was his eyes, they were so dark they looked almost black like he had no color, just oversized pupils. If you looked closely at certain angles you could almost see red. There was an eerie feel about his person that deemed to prove he was someone who got what he wanted, at any cost.
“Still calling me Mr. Kano huh Kagome? I think we have known each other long enough for you to call me by my first name.”
“But Mr. Kano you are my boss, being that your station is above my own. Calling you with such casualness is disrespectful.” I couldn’t stand the looks he was giving me. I hoped that what I said would make him leave me alone to go back to work. But, Mr. Kano was never one to give up easily.
“Kagome, I am disappointed. I thought you at least saw me as a friend. I may be your boss but that does not mean we cant be friends. Do you not think of us as friends in these years we have known each other?” I didn’t know what to say. He was talking as if I knew him since I was a child.
We barely ever spoke unless it was small conversation about work and me occasionally dodging his attempts to make a pass at me. I sat there stock still, staring trying to figure out what he meant by that statement. I sure as hell didn’t want him to think we had anything past a professional relationship.
“Why Mr. Kano, you think because I wish to show respect for my employer that I do not think of you as an acquaintance?” I asked emphasizing the word acquaintance to make him understand we were not friends. I tried to sound shocked and sweet by his accusation. I realized I’m a pretty good actress.
He just smiled and told me he did not imply such a thing before walking off into his office. I watched him walk away with a fake smile before going to back work resuming my regular emotionless expression.
After work I felt happy, I was excited to see my son. I stopped after work to get him an early birthday surprise. His party was in just two months, and I thought a little present early couldn’t hurt. I stopped at Sango’s, my best friend since the third grade to pick him up.
Sango shared an apartment with her long-time boyfriend Miroku. They met when he transferred to her college. She got off work around 3:00 and picked up Taro at 3:30. She was a big help.
She didn’t mind watching him and I was very grateful. She was very helpful through my pregnancy. Sango worked as an advertising executive. She worked from 5:00 a.m. to 3:00, but made good money. She knew about the situation between me and Taro’s father and helped keep it a secret.
I couldn’t go to college because I had to be a mother, but I managed well under the circumstances. I walked up to the third floor of Sango’s apartment building when I heard Sango yelling.
“Ok I give up, come out!” I knocked twice before walking in to see Taro ducking behind the couch and Sango looking everywhere but his hiding place. His place was obvious, but whenever she played hide and seek with him she would make him feel good by waiting a while before she “found him.” I started to laugh when she looked at me.
“Hey Kagome, I cant find Taro, maybe you could help me. He’s really good at this game.” She said before winking at me. Of course I was going to play along.
“Lets see, where could he be hiding, well I guess if he doesn’t come out he wont get his surprise.” 3, 2, 1.
“What surprise mommy?” He yelled jumping out from behind the couch. Right on time too, I knew that would get him to come out.
“Hi sweetie, I don’t know if I should give it to you. Were you good for aunt Sango?”
“Yes mommy, we played three games and I beat her every time.” I smiled at his undeniable cuteness and savoring innocence.
“You did, huh? Well I guess you can have your surprise then.” I reached into my purse and grabbed a small wrapped box for him to open. I had the lady wrap it in blue paper for me before leaving the store. He took it eagerly before ripping it open. His eyes lit up when he saw the toy trucks he pointed out to me on the TV last week.
“Thank you mommy, can I play with them?”
“Yes sweetie but just for a little while I talk to Aunt Sango, okay?” He just nodded and ran to the corner of the room crashing them into each other repeatedly making noises. Sango and I walked into the kitchen and sat down at her oak kitchen table to talk.
“Sango thanks for watching Taro I really appreciate it. I don’t know what I would have done without your help.”
“Kagome I told you before its no problem I love my nephew, and I know you’ve had it rough. I’ll always be here to help you.” I noticed Sango was smiling a lot and seemed to be glowing. She looked so happy today, more than usual.
“Okay, why are you so happy?” She just smiled and held up her left hand. There on her ring finger was a diamond ring. It was beautiful, a gold band with a large diamond in the center and two smaller diamonds on each side of it. Miroku must have spent a lot of money on it. She obviously loved the ring, and he knew her well enough to pick out the one she would have wanted.
“Oh my God!”
“He proposed last night at dinner. It was so romantic, he hid the ring in the flowers he bought me. When he asked me to check the flowers I thought he was nuts at first until I saw the ring. I just sat there staring as he got on one knee and asked me to marry him. I was so happy I said yes and jumped on him. We fell over on the floor and started laughing when the other tables around us started clapping for him. I felt so embarrassed that everyone had been watching but I was too happy to let it bother me.”
“Oh my God! I cant believe it! When is the wedding?”
“We decided some time in the Spring of next year. It’s not going to be a big wedding because neither of us have a lot of family. But the reception is going to be big. We have to start looking at places. I was wondering Kagome if you’ll be my…maid of honor?”
The excitement was contagious and I felt so glad she had asked me to be her maid of honor. We both started laughing, but were near tears with so much sentimentality. Here my best friend was getting married and I hadn’t had a date in six years. I was happy for her though. She deserved it.
“Well, let me check my schedule. Duh! Yes I will be your maid of honor!” She had told me to start looking for a dress, her engagement party was in one month. We sat a while longer and talked about dresses and color themes before I carried Taro to the car.
The whole way home he went on about his day, everything sounding like the most exciting thing in the world to him. He recited his ABC’s and told me how they made finger paintings. He gave it to me once we got home. When he pulled it out of his backpack I almost cried. He said he wanted to give it to me because I was his favorite person.
It was a picture of me and him with a big yellow sun in the right corner and flowers all around us. I hung it on the fridge before making his dinner while he played in his room. After dinner I gave him a bath and tucked him in.
When I was alone again I thought about him again and realized I hadn’t thought about him all day. I was happy today, the happiest I had been in six years.
I knew I was slowly forgetting him and I knew I would survive without him. He left my mind, and hopefully I would be happy again, without him in my life.
Chapter 2: Meet Taro
I stepped onto the cold tile of the bathroom floor. I turned to look in the mirror of the medicine cabinet. I saw a girl there, someone I didn’t know. She was so different from the one I knew. The one I knew was so light-hearted and happy, but this girl was an empty shell who used to be a person. Devoid of all feeling for anyone or anything other than one person, who was sleeping down the hall.
Disgusted with myself I turned away and discarded my clothes. Turning on the shower and letting the water wash away the dirt and grime I felt just thinking about him. I thought about the little boy sleeping down the hall feeling fresh tears making their way to lay in the corner of my eyes. I wouldn’t cry, I had cried enough tears and they hadn’t helped. No, they didn’t make anything alright again.
He would be six this year, on March 12. Just looking at him makes my insides start to bleed. He resembled the one person I wanted to forget the most. I still remember every detail of that night clearly. I had not thought about it in a long time, I had forced those memories into the back of my mind hoping to forget. I remembered him most near March 12, because I knew my son would be older and still his father never knew he was having a birthday.
Finished with my shower I climbed out feeling the sudden change of temperature and the goose bumps that rose with the chill of the morning air. I hastily reached for my towel before brushing my teeth. I blow-dried my hair and put it up in a elegant bun leaving one slightly curled strand to fall just behind my right ear. I put on a black business skirt with gray pinstripes, a matching gray long sleeve under shirt and a black vest to match. I walked into the kitchen to start the coffee before I woke my son up to go to school.
He just started kindergarten this year. I was glad for that, it was easier to drop him off on my way to work rather than go across town to the babysitters. After I had the baby I moved away, distancing myself from the father of my child and every memory linked to him.
I poured the water into the coffee maker and headed to my son’s room to wake him up. He had short black hair and his eyes were sort of a violet gray with dark brown on the outside. His bone structure, temper, everything just like his father. Only a few traits he inherited from me. I gently laid my hand on his shoulder, shaking slightly to wake him up.
“Taro, Taro its time to get up.” he slowly opened his eyes rubbing the sleep away. I had named him Taro meaning first born son. I had wanted a name to fit with his personality and to me it just seemed to fit. I rubbed his back a kissed him on the forehead.
“I’m going to go make you breakfast, what would you like.”
“Morning mommy, I want….” I laughed when he scrunched his face up obviously thinking hard on what he wanted to eat for breakfast. He meant he world to me, but he was a very picky eater. Finally he decided on
“Pancakes” he said with a big smile. I laughed again and kissed him once more before laying out his clothes and heading to the kitchen. He loved pancakes, probably because I made them real small, about the size of a silver dollar with chocolate chips inside.
After breakfast, which I had to scrape most off of his chin we left to start the day. I dropped him off at school and went to work. My boss was always nice to me, a jerk to everyone else but his “friendliness” made me uncomfortable. I always catch him leering at me from the corner of my eye.
At first I wondered if he gave me the job because I was good for it or because he wanted to date me. Job or not, it wasn’t going to happen. He was a ruthless, cruel lawyer who cut down anyone in his way and I had no intention of a relationship with him or any other male for that matter. I wanted nothing to do with the opposite sex. The only man in my life was Taro, and I was going to keep it that way.
It somewhat bothered me to have him growing up without a father, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s happy and healthy and that’s all that really matters to me. I was scheduling an appointment for a recent client when my boss walked in. Again I felt his eyes tedious eyes staring at me from behind.
That look alone was enough to make my skin crawl. I ended the conversation as he approached the front of my desk. I looked up ready to ask him if he needed something, but before I could ask he stared talking to me in that overly friendly way.
“Good morning Kagome, how are you doing today.”
“Good morning Mr. Kano. I’m fine thank you.” I sounded annoyed but any cheery attitude I directed to him in the past he mistook for affection. Now I’m very careful about how I address him. He was very good-looking. Long black hair and fairly pale skin. He looked very feminine in appearance but he radiated strength and masculinity.
There was something about him that made him seem dark and vindictive. Maybe it was his eyes, they were so dark they looked almost black like he had no color, just oversized pupils. If you looked closely at certain angles you could almost see red. There was an eerie feel about his person that deemed to prove he was someone who got what he wanted, at any cost.
“Still calling me Mr. Kano huh Kagome? I think we have known each other long enough for you to call me by my first name.”
“But Mr. Kano you are my boss, being that your station is above my own. Calling you with such casualness is disrespectful.” I couldn’t stand the looks he was giving me. I hoped that what I said would make him leave me alone to go back to work. But, Mr. Kano was never one to give up easily.
“Kagome, I am disappointed. I thought you at least saw me as a friend. I may be your boss but that does not mean we cant be friends. Do you not think of us as friends in these years we have known each other?” I didn’t know what to say. He was talking as if I knew him since I was a child.
We barely ever spoke unless it was small conversation about work and me occasionally dodging his attempts to make a pass at me. I sat there stock still, staring trying to figure out what he meant by that statement. I sure as hell didn’t want him to think we had anything past a professional relationship.
“Why Mr. Kano, you think because I wish to show respect for my employer that I do not think of you as an acquaintance?” I asked emphasizing the word acquaintance to make him understand we were not friends. I tried to sound shocked and sweet by his accusation. I realized I’m a pretty good actress.
He just smiled and told me he did not imply such a thing before walking off into his office. I watched him walk away with a fake smile before going to back work resuming my regular emotionless expression.
After work I felt happy, I was excited to see my son. I stopped after work to get him an early birthday surprise. His party was in just two months, and I thought a little present early couldn’t hurt. I stopped at Sango’s, my best friend since the third grade to pick him up.
Sango shared an apartment with her long-time boyfriend Miroku. They met when he transferred to her college. She got off work around 3:00 and picked up Taro at 3:30. She was a big help.
She didn’t mind watching him and I was very grateful. She was very helpful through my pregnancy. Sango worked as an advertising executive. She worked from 5:00 a.m. to 3:00, but made good money. She knew about the situation between me and Taro’s father and helped keep it a secret.
I couldn’t go to college because I had to be a mother, but I managed well under the circumstances. I walked up to the third floor of Sango’s apartment building when I heard Sango yelling.
“Ok I give up, come out!” I knocked twice before walking in to see Taro ducking behind the couch and Sango looking everywhere but his hiding place. His place was obvious, but whenever she played hide and seek with him she would make him feel good by waiting a while before she “found him.” I started to laugh when she looked at me.
“Hey Kagome, I cant find Taro, maybe you could help me. He’s really good at this game.” She said before winking at me. Of course I was going to play along.
“Lets see, where could he be hiding, well I guess if he doesn’t come out he wont get his surprise.” 3, 2, 1.
“What surprise mommy?” He yelled jumping out from behind the couch. Right on time too, I knew that would get him to come out.
“Hi sweetie, I don’t know if I should give it to you. Were you good for aunt Sango?”
“Yes mommy, we played three games and I beat her every time.” I smiled at his undeniable cuteness and savoring innocence.
“You did, huh? Well I guess you can have your surprise then.” I reached into my purse and grabbed a small wrapped box for him to open. I had the lady wrap it in blue paper for me before leaving the store. He took it eagerly before ripping it open. His eyes lit up when he saw the toy trucks he pointed out to me on the TV last week.
“Thank you mommy, can I play with them?”
“Yes sweetie but just for a little while I talk to Aunt Sango, okay?” He just nodded and ran to the corner of the room crashing them into each other repeatedly making noises. Sango and I walked into the kitchen and sat down at her oak kitchen table to talk.
“Sango thanks for watching Taro I really appreciate it. I don’t know what I would have done without your help.”
“Kagome I told you before its no problem I love my nephew, and I know you’ve had it rough. I’ll always be here to help you.” I noticed Sango was smiling a lot and seemed to be glowing. She looked so happy today, more than usual.
“Okay, why are you so happy?” She just smiled and held up her left hand. There on her ring finger was a diamond ring. It was beautiful, a gold band with a large diamond in the center and two smaller diamonds on each side of it. Miroku must have spent a lot of money on it. She obviously loved the ring, and he knew her well enough to pick out the one she would have wanted.
“Oh my God!”
“He proposed last night at dinner. It was so romantic, he hid the ring in the flowers he bought me. When he asked me to check the flowers I thought he was nuts at first until I saw the ring. I just sat there staring as he got on one knee and asked me to marry him. I was so happy I said yes and jumped on him. We fell over on the floor and started laughing when the other tables around us started clapping for him. I felt so embarrassed that everyone had been watching but I was too happy to let it bother me.”
“Oh my God! I cant believe it! When is the wedding?”
“We decided some time in the Spring of next year. It’s not going to be a big wedding because neither of us have a lot of family. But the reception is going to be big. We have to start looking at places. I was wondering Kagome if you’ll be my…maid of honor?”
The excitement was contagious and I felt so glad she had asked me to be her maid of honor. We both started laughing, but were near tears with so much sentimentality. Here my best friend was getting married and I hadn’t had a date in six years. I was happy for her though. She deserved it.
“Well, let me check my schedule. Duh! Yes I will be your maid of honor!” She had told me to start looking for a dress, her engagement party was in one month. We sat a while longer and talked about dresses and color themes before I carried Taro to the car.
The whole way home he went on about his day, everything sounding like the most exciting thing in the world to him. He recited his ABC’s and told me how they made finger paintings. He gave it to me once we got home. When he pulled it out of his backpack I almost cried. He said he wanted to give it to me because I was his favorite person.
It was a picture of me and him with a big yellow sun in the right corner and flowers all around us. I hung it on the fridge before making his dinner while he played in his room. After dinner I gave him a bath and tucked him in.
When I was alone again I thought about him again and realized I hadn’t thought about him all day. I was happy today, the happiest I had been in six years.
I knew I was slowly forgetting him and I knew I would survive without him. He left my mind, and hopefully I would be happy again, without him in my life.