InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The mother of my daughter ❯ Moving on, the last of my memories ( Chapter 1 )
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By: liany 
Not going to leave summaries for chapters.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2014 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 375 | Status: Work In Progress
Not going to leave summaries for chapters.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2014 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 375 | Status: Work In Progress
I DON'T OWN INUYASHA! And I do
not make any profit. It's in the desc ription/ summary so
I do
NOT feel it necessary to state it&nbs p;all the time.
A/N: New story!
The mother of my daughter
by liany
Chapter 1: Moving on, the last of my memories
As morning cam e warmth spread over the west Tokyo residential house complex. Thus a typical
morning in the usually quiet neighborhood begun once more. Neat white houses with their water-
sprinkled green lawn took on the pink shade as the sun's rays bathed them. Green fences of a regular 2
feet 4' separated one from the&n bsp;other. The still image of standard, was disturbed by the arrival of two
moving trucks. The two vehicles drove down the street to their appointed destination.
"Papa!Papa!" a five year old cried excitedly from the ;window as the large trucks stopped in front of
their house. "The trucks are&nb sp;here!" the child continued to blabber zigzagging through the piled up boxes
and climbing the stairs at a fast& nbsp;pace like every other day. The usually h ipper girl ran down the hall to
the master bedroom. She stopped just in front of the slightly open door and took a moment to smooth-
out any wrinkles in her new yellow and orange checkers dress. Checking tha t her side-way ponytail
was in its rightful place and satisfied with it, she poked her head through the door. She looked inside
the brightly sun-lit room, trying to spot her father in the blinding light. A 6 foot 2'' tall man in his late
20' w alked out of the closet with a box in his hands. He settled it on the bed so that he could empty the
contents of the night stand and vanity mirror's drawers. His long silver hair flowed elegantly and
gleamed in the light as he passed the window. He turned towards the door and his golden colored eyes
settled on the child.
"Rin." he called to get the girls attention. Though& nbsp;she was his daughter she always seem&nbs p;fascinated by
him, nothing much, just the regular innocent awed-struck look. Her eyes snapped to his and she
blushed innocently fully entering the room.
"Yes?" she smiled brightly at him.
"Did you open the door?" he said in an even tone, not much of an expression adorned his face, but his
eyes&nbs p;regarded the girl warmly. She was the most important, everything in his life,&nbs p;of course she will
have privileges. The&nbs p;said girl frowned in concentration before she leaned forward a bit, hands behind
her back. Her head tilled slightly to the side adorably. Th e bright smile returning to her small rosy lips.
"Rin forgot. Hehe." her bell-like small laugh filled the room. The door bell rang and she looked towards
the door behind her and back to the man. He opened the first drawer and started putting its contents in
an orderly fashion inside the box. At the same&n bsp;time he spoke to the girl skipping from&n bsp;one foot to the
other.
"The living ro om goes first then the kitchen."
"Okay." the girl nodded but made no attempt to leave the room. T he door bell rang again and her father
turned to face her. He arched a thin eyebrow at her hesitating behavior.
"Well?" Rin's smile widened.
"Rin will get the door." she waved over her shoulder stepping outside after receiving her most wanted
prize. Her father had smiled at her. A small, barely not iceable smile, but a true one and just&n bsp;for her
nonetheless. She had left the door almost closed as she had been instructed from the first time she had
s hown signs of comprehension. She remembered well from&n bsp;the first time. Her father must be able to
hear everything happening in the house from anywhere inside. She&n bsp;liked that as well. Knowing where
he was at all times left her able to relax. Trusting that if anything was wrong he would hear her or that
she could easily find him, was something only they shared.
The night stand was cleared and ready to be moved. The man looked with saddened eyes to the vanity-
mirror even if his face was like a plain sheet& nbsp;of paper. The last object that was not&n bsp;packed. And the only
thing they will not take with them. He couldn't help but remember her sitting there, smiling a little as
she p ut on lipstick and some light perfume. She would al ways watch him, watching her in the mirror.
Everyday before they each left&nb sp;to their workplace this was their ritual. He would not kiss her in the
morning, instead they would smile slightly. A smile that could not contain the warmth and deep feelings
they shared, where their eyes e xpressed everything. A soft palm would caress his& nbsp;cheek as his more
rough one would brush lightly hers. They usually were people of few words, but they understood each
other perfectly. The morning she had shared the news of their success in their efforts was the same.
O nly that she truly glowed then. She didn't&nb sp;stand right after finishing her routine. She opened the
drawer and pulled out a white envelope. She handed it to him and then broke the usual rite by kissing
his cheek and going pass him without a word. He had been taken by surprise. Still the only evidence
were&nbs p;his slightly widened eyes. After he heard the front door open and close he looked with curiosity at
the envelope. With steady hands& nbsp;he slowly opened it and read the content s. At that moment he felt his
joy& nbsp;curl the corners of his mouth in a wide smile. He will be a father,&nb sp;his wife will finally become a
mothe r and their family would be complete with the still unborn child.
That was a fond memory for which he had kept the room as ;it was when she still lived here. But then,
this warm and happy memory&nbs p;would always be followed by him at his most powerless moments. The
month Rin was born. It so happened that he was on a business trip in the Alps and just his luck. For the
whole city at the ba se of the mountain where the conference was t aking place was completely snowed
in and then it took two weeks and a half for them to clear the snow away. In those weeks all the&n bsp;snow
that was cleared during the day ;was replaced with a new abundance than the&n bsp;previous at night. When he
finally made&n bsp;it home the two he longed to see waited for him near the fireplace in their living room.& nbsp;He
was overwhelmed with pride as he held his daughter for the&nb sp;first time. The months passed quickly and& nbsp;
it came to a shock when just after six months of peaceful living, his wife was d iscovered with 3rd stage
cancer. They never noticed it, for it had shown no signs. Not long after that he had to take his beautiful
daught er in his arms and say goodbye to his wife for the first and last time. From then on the only thing
that brightened his eyes was her smile. She looked so much as her mother but her joyful and expressive
nature contradicted both of her parents, like their similarity combined created th is opposite.
Rin stepped into the room at an amazing speed and clung to his leg. He was startled a bit but re covered
shortly. He looked down at her and patted her head lightly.
"Downstairs's packed and into the truck, papa!" again he was surprised by&n bsp;the information. He looked
at the u ntouched vanity. Had he lost so much time without noticing.
"Good." he said opening the drawer for its contents. Rin peeked inside sitting on tiptoes, hands on the
edge. He smiled at her curiosity. His too, for he had never dared to open this drawer before. These were
just ;her things. And it wasn't his habit to snoop around. This time was inevitable though,&nbs p;it had to be
done. He started packing and soon most of the things were in the box ready to be sent out and some to
be thrown away. The jewelry will be&nbs p;Rin's inheritance. Perfumes and makeup aged with time will be
thrown away. He w as about to close the drawer when the gi rl's voice stopped him.
"Daddy there's still something inside." liftin g an eyebrow he bend and looked inside. Surly at the far
back in the corner laid something wrapped in a silk&n bsp;scarf. The very first gift he had given&n bsp;her. He took
it out and unwrapped it. Inside was a plain white notebo ok that read "To my husband, Sesshomaru" in
his wife's handwriting. "Pretty!" the girl squealed in delight as she touched the soft& nbsp;fabric.
"You can have it, Rin."
"Really?" her hopeful eyes looked up at him. At his no d she hugged him and left the room with& nbsp;the
scarf in hand to put it safely in her hand luggage. Heavy footsteps climbed the stairs a nd a knock came
from the door. He looked up and saw one of the moving men looking at him expectantly.
"Ta shio-san, is there anything else that's to go ?" Sesshomanu gave a short nod and pointed to each of
the boxes in the ;room and informed the man on their destinations. Rin's room had already been cleared
last month and she had been sharing this room with him during this time. He then took his light& nbsp;jacket
and placed the notebook in the inner chest pocket for a& nbsp;later time. Giving one last look around the room
and then around the house he exited and walked to the car where Rin was patiently waiting for him.
She climbed in and he went to the drivers door. He o pened it and looked one final time at the home he
had build with his own hands. Saying a final 'goodbye' he climbed in ;and drove off never looking back.
A/N: Thanks for reading, and a review would be great as well.
liany
NOT feel it necessary to state it&nbs p;all the time.
A/N: New story!
The mother of my daughter
by liany
Chapter 1: Moving on, the last of my memories
As morning cam e warmth spread over the west Tokyo residential house complex. Thus a typical
morning in the usually quiet neighborhood begun once more. Neat white houses with their water-
sprinkled green lawn took on the pink shade as the sun's rays bathed them. Green fences of a regular 2
feet 4' separated one from the&n bsp;other. The still image of standard, was disturbed by the arrival of two
moving trucks. The two vehicles drove down the street to their appointed destination.
"Papa!Papa!" a five year old cried excitedly from the ;window as the large trucks stopped in front of
their house. "The trucks are&nb sp;here!" the child continued to blabber zigzagging through the piled up boxes
and climbing the stairs at a fast& nbsp;pace like every other day. The usually h ipper girl ran down the hall to
the master bedroom. She stopped just in front of the slightly open door and took a moment to smooth-
out any wrinkles in her new yellow and orange checkers dress. Checking tha t her side-way ponytail
was in its rightful place and satisfied with it, she poked her head through the door. She looked inside
the brightly sun-lit room, trying to spot her father in the blinding light. A 6 foot 2'' tall man in his late
20' w alked out of the closet with a box in his hands. He settled it on the bed so that he could empty the
contents of the night stand and vanity mirror's drawers. His long silver hair flowed elegantly and
gleamed in the light as he passed the window. He turned towards the door and his golden colored eyes
settled on the child.
"Rin." he called to get the girls attention. Though& nbsp;she was his daughter she always seem&nbs p;fascinated by
him, nothing much, just the regular innocent awed-struck look. Her eyes snapped to his and she
blushed innocently fully entering the room.
"Yes?" she smiled brightly at him.
"Did you open the door?" he said in an even tone, not much of an expression adorned his face, but his
eyes&nbs p;regarded the girl warmly. She was the most important, everything in his life,&nbs p;of course she will
have privileges. The&nbs p;said girl frowned in concentration before she leaned forward a bit, hands behind
her back. Her head tilled slightly to the side adorably. Th e bright smile returning to her small rosy lips.
"Rin forgot. Hehe." her bell-like small laugh filled the room. The door bell rang and she looked towards
the door behind her and back to the man. He opened the first drawer and started putting its contents in
an orderly fashion inside the box. At the same&n bsp;time he spoke to the girl skipping from&n bsp;one foot to the
other.
"The living ro om goes first then the kitchen."
"Okay." the girl nodded but made no attempt to leave the room. T he door bell rang again and her father
turned to face her. He arched a thin eyebrow at her hesitating behavior.
"Well?" Rin's smile widened.
"Rin will get the door." she waved over her shoulder stepping outside after receiving her most wanted
prize. Her father had smiled at her. A small, barely not iceable smile, but a true one and just&n bsp;for her
nonetheless. She had left the door almost closed as she had been instructed from the first time she had
s hown signs of comprehension. She remembered well from&n bsp;the first time. Her father must be able to
hear everything happening in the house from anywhere inside. She&n bsp;liked that as well. Knowing where
he was at all times left her able to relax. Trusting that if anything was wrong he would hear her or that
she could easily find him, was something only they shared.
The night stand was cleared and ready to be moved. The man looked with saddened eyes to the vanity-
mirror even if his face was like a plain sheet& nbsp;of paper. The last object that was not&n bsp;packed. And the only
thing they will not take with them. He couldn't help but remember her sitting there, smiling a little as
she p ut on lipstick and some light perfume. She would al ways watch him, watching her in the mirror.
Everyday before they each left&nb sp;to their workplace this was their ritual. He would not kiss her in the
morning, instead they would smile slightly. A smile that could not contain the warmth and deep feelings
they shared, where their eyes e xpressed everything. A soft palm would caress his& nbsp;cheek as his more
rough one would brush lightly hers. They usually were people of few words, but they understood each
other perfectly. The morning she had shared the news of their success in their efforts was the same.
O nly that she truly glowed then. She didn't&nb sp;stand right after finishing her routine. She opened the
drawer and pulled out a white envelope. She handed it to him and then broke the usual rite by kissing
his cheek and going pass him without a word. He had been taken by surprise. Still the only evidence
were&nbs p;his slightly widened eyes. After he heard the front door open and close he looked with curiosity at
the envelope. With steady hands& nbsp;he slowly opened it and read the content s. At that moment he felt his
joy& nbsp;curl the corners of his mouth in a wide smile. He will be a father,&nb sp;his wife will finally become a
mothe r and their family would be complete with the still unborn child.
That was a fond memory for which he had kept the room as ;it was when she still lived here. But then,
this warm and happy memory&nbs p;would always be followed by him at his most powerless moments. The
month Rin was born. It so happened that he was on a business trip in the Alps and just his luck. For the
whole city at the ba se of the mountain where the conference was t aking place was completely snowed
in and then it took two weeks and a half for them to clear the snow away. In those weeks all the&n bsp;snow
that was cleared during the day ;was replaced with a new abundance than the&n bsp;previous at night. When he
finally made&n bsp;it home the two he longed to see waited for him near the fireplace in their living room.& nbsp;He
was overwhelmed with pride as he held his daughter for the&nb sp;first time. The months passed quickly and& nbsp;
it came to a shock when just after six months of peaceful living, his wife was d iscovered with 3rd stage
cancer. They never noticed it, for it had shown no signs. Not long after that he had to take his beautiful
daught er in his arms and say goodbye to his wife for the first and last time. From then on the only thing
that brightened his eyes was her smile. She looked so much as her mother but her joyful and expressive
nature contradicted both of her parents, like their similarity combined created th is opposite.
Rin stepped into the room at an amazing speed and clung to his leg. He was startled a bit but re covered
shortly. He looked down at her and patted her head lightly.
"Downstairs's packed and into the truck, papa!" again he was surprised by&n bsp;the information. He looked
at the u ntouched vanity. Had he lost so much time without noticing.
"Good." he said opening the drawer for its contents. Rin peeked inside sitting on tiptoes, hands on the
edge. He smiled at her curiosity. His too, for he had never dared to open this drawer before. These were
just ;her things. And it wasn't his habit to snoop around. This time was inevitable though,&nbs p;it had to be
done. He started packing and soon most of the things were in the box ready to be sent out and some to
be thrown away. The jewelry will be&nbs p;Rin's inheritance. Perfumes and makeup aged with time will be
thrown away. He w as about to close the drawer when the gi rl's voice stopped him.
"Daddy there's still something inside." liftin g an eyebrow he bend and looked inside. Surly at the far
back in the corner laid something wrapped in a silk&n bsp;scarf. The very first gift he had given&n bsp;her. He took
it out and unwrapped it. Inside was a plain white notebo ok that read "To my husband, Sesshomaru" in
his wife's handwriting. "Pretty!" the girl squealed in delight as she touched the soft& nbsp;fabric.
"You can have it, Rin."
"Really?" her hopeful eyes looked up at him. At his no d she hugged him and left the room with& nbsp;the
scarf in hand to put it safely in her hand luggage. Heavy footsteps climbed the stairs a nd a knock came
from the door. He looked up and saw one of the moving men looking at him expectantly.
"Ta shio-san, is there anything else that's to go ?" Sesshomanu gave a short nod and pointed to each of
the boxes in the ;room and informed the man on their destinations. Rin's room had already been cleared
last month and she had been sharing this room with him during this time. He then took his light& nbsp;jacket
and placed the notebook in the inner chest pocket for a& nbsp;later time. Giving one last look around the room
and then around the house he exited and walked to the car where Rin was patiently waiting for him.
She climbed in and he went to the drivers door. He o pened it and looked one final time at the home he
had build with his own hands. Saying a final 'goodbye' he climbed in ;and drove off never looking back.
A/N: Thanks for reading, and a review would be great as well.
liany