Haunted by FluffyandKagome

Memories

Usual Disclaimer: I do not own any name brand items mentioned in my fanfictions. Nor do I own InuYasha & Co. If I did, you would most definately have a finished television series by now :P. Jay Kay.

Haunted

Summary -

Sesshomaru Utashio has just bought a new home that was built in the 1700’s. As a hardworking business man, he has hardly anytime to spend in his new home with his eight year old daughter, Rin, but he finds her always playing with her imaginary friend, Kagome. Sesshomaru doesn’t believe in the paranormal, but when things start to go bump in the night, will he listen to the claims of his daughter, hire an exorcist, or call in the ghost hunters?

Chapter 1- Memories

“This way!” a female child exclaimed pulling up her skirts that reached her ankles so she wouldn’t trip as she sprinted into the condensed forest ahead of her.

“Mistress Rina, do not run too far!” Her nanny called behind her. The shout was on deaf ears as the young mistress bounded into the forest deeper and deeper. Her usually kempt and tidy usually in a ponytail hair was a tangled dark brownish heap reaching the middle of her back. The vibrant child ran for a solid ten minutes until she reached a clearing. She sat on a cut tree stump as she tried to catch her breath. Her pale cheeks were flushed a brilliant, healthy pink, and she wore a tiny smile on her chubby cheeks. Her eyes were lit with an intensity of jubilance and jollity that the sun hid behind the clouds as she glanced into the sky with the curiosity only a child could possess. A single ray of light illuminated her child like figure in the lone, friendly clearing. The birds of the forest quickly surrounded the clearing, but hid in the trees as they began to sing merrily of her presence. The other forests animals watched the strange creature from afar, afraid to dare approach a hum, but their young had not yet been able to learn this lesson and dared venture to the boundary the birds had set.

It was as if she was the child of Mother Nature herself, for her presence, her aura, brought so much joy and comfort to those natural beings near her. She was the definition of supernatural. “Oh, here you are Miss Rina. I was worried for a second that you had wandered too far. It is such a beautiful day out for early spring is it not?” her nanny questioned after she stumbled into the clearing and settled herself on the lush, green grass beside her mistress. Her appearance was the same as the nature child’s. Her hair was out of its bind, and fell to the grass in what their society called an unkempt manner or appearance, but neither girl followed the rules of their society. The young girl took her clear chocolate brown eyes from the sky briefly, allowing the sun to land a marvelous glance on both children of nature as she settled her gaze on her nanny’s azure blue eyes that the sky would envy. Rina smiled beautifully at her before she returned her eyes to the sky, causing the sun to disappear behind the white cloud of fluff. The nanny did the same, her intense gaze caused the sky to become quite embarrassed and soon the sky turned cloudy.

“Indeed it is Nanna, but it appears a storm is befalling us rather quickly.”

“So it seems Miss Rina.” Her nanny replied with a sad smile. She enjoyed nature in all its beauties just as much as the young girl. She and her mistress often took walks just to enjoy the scenery on her father’s vast land after Rina had finished her lessons for the day. “Do you wish to leave now?” The small girl shook her head fiercely and transferred fixed her eyes on the forest ahead of her. The sun attempted to peak out but the sky only formed more clouds in shame under the elder daughter of nature’s relentless stare. The forest ahead of Rina seemingly illuminated under her bright stare.

“No, not just yet,” Rina replied with a charming smile directed at her nanny. The trees suddenly felt naked under her intense gaze and whispered to the wind, who liked the sight of Mother Nature’s children’s hair whipping around their small, delicate forms. The wind frowned when the girls shivered at his cool caresses and whispered to the clouds, his cousins, to express his sadness to them. The clouds heartily agreed, for they owed their relative for allowing them to see the world and permitted a hearty downpour of rain to fall. Rina’s nanny was quick on her feet to place her shawl around Rina as they ran under a tree for shelter. She was only about eight summers older than Miss Rina, so she had the nimbleness of one that was young. The clouds felt outraged that they would dare hide from their expressions of their cousin’s love, and darkened in outrageous fury. Rina shrieked as thunder clapped in the far distance. The tree they were sheltered under bent to protect them from the wind and cloud’s anger as the wind angrily whistled to them from all sides.

“Miss Rina, place this around your head after you climb onto my back. We shall not have your father angry of us should you catch a cold.” Her nanny instructed pulling her skirts up slightly as she crouched down to allow Rina to climb on her back. Rina did as instructed, where as she could have been a spoiled brat and asked why, or not listened to her nanny at all like some of her father’s friend’s daughters told her. Though she held power of her caretaker, she did not abuse it and listened to the wisdom her nanny bestowed on her whenever she spoke. Once Rina was securely on her back, the nanny took off just as lightening struck the tree they were once under, burning it to the ground for its treachery in protecting the human girls from the storm’s wrath. The scenery passed in a blur under her nanny’s shawl. Never before had young Rina seen or felt her caretaker move so fast and within a few minutes that felt like seconds, Rina was standing on her porch, sheltered from the storm by the man-made structure. “Come Mistress Rina, let us put you into some warm clothes and fetch you some tea.”

“We’re not going to bathe today?” Rina replied in curiosity. Her nanny shook her head and gave her a brilliant smile.

“Tis not wise to bathe in a storm Mistress Rina.” Rina beamed her, a smile and grasped her hand in her own tiny one.

“Wow, you’re really smart Miss A-oh-mei”

I cursed violently. I had come so close to remembering my name. My precious Rina had been stolen from me. The gods had taken her, had in fact come for her themselves, telling me I had cared for her long enough and it was time for her to be reborn. They told me she had a great destiny ahead of her, and left me alone after that. I glared at my transparent reflection in the clean hall mirror. I couldn’t remember anyone living in this home since then, but I believed I had scared them all away. After Rina was taken from me, I became fairly angry and frightened away the family that had once lived here. Oh, how could I forget, I am what people call a ghost. Miss Rina was as well, but she was reborn, hopefully into a better life than her last. For the past nine years, I have been trying to remember my name, and even how I died an early death. I know who I am, err was, as a person, or ghost, but my name is lost to me. Until today, I hadn’t even known the syllables or sounds. ‘Ah-Oh-Mei-…’ It sounds pretty, but I can tell that it isn’t my whole name.

I sighed and tucked a strand of my wispy onyx hair behind my ear. I was doomed to spend the rest of my ‘life’ in this damned house. When the gods had come and taken Rina from me, I asked why I could not move one, and they told me I had yet to let go, move on, and learn. Rolling my eyes, I glanced out the window. Over the last century and a half or so, I watched America grow vastly in technology and medicine. If only it were so when Miss Rina and I were of flesh and blood, perhaps we could have had a future. I ‘died’ at twenty years old. From what, I have not remembered just yet, but I know it was quite malevolent. Miss Rina, I remembered, had been very sick, but I sense malevolence there as well. I disappeared from my spot in the hallway and reappeared on the front porch. I nearly gasped when I saw the grass was neatly cut and the once rotting porch wood was replaced and repainted.

I couldn’t remember when all of this had happened. The Gods had placed me in a deep sleep about eight months ago. It appears that they were fixing up my home so it would be…livable. I cursed silently and walked through the front door and took notice of the new furniture that decorated MY home. I frowned and quickly transported myself into Rina’s room. I gasped. It was nearly decorated exactly the same it had been two centuries ago. Granted, everything was modernized, if I can even use that word. Immediately, I ran into my room across from young Rina’s, breathing a sigh of relief to see it was bare. Pausing, I glanced at my master’s door that led o his room and nervously bit my lip. I had never been in his room without his or Rina’s permission, but I walked towards it slowly, allowing the replaced wooden floorboard to creak under my light, ghostly footsteps. I placed my hand on the glass doorknob with uncertainty before walking through the door. I sometimes forgot my ability to pass through things. A grand bed lay in the center of the room, but also against the wall. An oak dresser lay on the opposite wall with a clean mirror connected to it. I glared at the room, my eyes skimming over my appearance in the mirror. The room was all too simple. On my way out, I noticed the nightstand near the bed and raised an eyebrow. It had a small electronic device that my previous tenets called annoying, but in front of it was a picture frame. My face contorted in genuine curiosity, and I felt pulled to the photo so I walked over to the picture.

To the human eye, the picture frame would have been floating in mid-air because I wasn’t willing myself to be seen. In the photograph was a man, a very handsome man might I add, with nearly white hair and mysterious amber eyes. With him, on his right shoulder, was a young girl, who appeared to be the exact twin of Rina. I nearly dropped the photograph frame when I saw the lively chocolate brown eyes so…lively again. I caressed the replica’s delicious brownie brown hair that was in a silly side ponytail Miss Rina often sported. A smile graced my features then I noticed the brown haired woman on his left shoulder. She appeared to be a mulatto, almost like myself. I was a mulatto of sorts, but also with Native American, and Japanese instead of white. My father was of Cherokee and African American descent while my mother was Japanese. I was confused for a moment. Why had they not chosen me to be her mother? Shaking my head from the past, I realized the pain in the woman’s eyes despite her fake beautiful smile that could have easily fooled someone. Her eyes were a hazel color instead of the ocean blue that I possessed. I felt enraged suddenly and wanted to drop the picture, shatter it, or something when I noticed that we shared the same skin hue. I was pale, I think because of my mother, and so was she, but I noticed she was a sickly pale and scowled.

With a shake of my head I returned the picture frame exactly how I found it and turned away. I had learned to master this trick over the years of being a spirit. I heard the sound of a horn outside and quickly transported myself to Rina’s room. Her window had a view of the entire front yard. I scowled when I had to crane my neck to the right to see a garage. When had a garage been built? There was a red sports car of which I didn’t recognize and a blue Cadillac now in the driveway. I knew from sneaking glances at commercials while my tenets watched the thing called television, that those cars were fairly expensive, so I was very impressed. I watched as what appeared to the younger version of the man I saw in the picture, except with a teenage-boyish cuteness to his aura, which I felt was as red as his car, but in a good way. I shook my head and focused on the tall platinum haired man stepping from the driver’s seat of the Cadillac. I nearly gasped. He was the same man as in the picture, but the picture hadn’t quite recreated such god like features as this man had in person, well from a stalker-ish distance. I half expected him to walk up the driveway and to the home behind his kid brother, but he opened the passenger door behind him and stooped into his car. I estimated him to be about six feet tall from the way he hunched over. He appeared to be working with picking something up because I could see his shoulder muscles contracting through the silk blue shirt he wore. I blushed and turned away furiously for a brief moment. By the gods, I had died a virgin, granted my master and I came close to rectifying that several times, I was still very shy and modest about the opposite sex.

I took a deep breath and turned back around to see him closing the door to his car with a mass of that fudge brown hair on his right shoulder. Young Rina had died at eight years and three months of age, but I had stayed with my master and worked as his personal servant until he brought home a male child one day with spit fire red hair and piercing emerald eyes. I cared for him just as I had Rina, if not more, until he was the tender age of four, and I was robbed of my life. Frowning, I wandered if he also had a son, but shook it away to materialize in front of the door to ‘greet’ them. I glanced at the knob as it turned and realized the door had been changed as well. The door opened, giving me a slightly welcome glance of the black-haired light brown eyed younger brother. I frowned because I couldn’t remember my master having or even mentioning a younger brother or sibling, but I did realize these brothers were clearly not fully blood related. The man’s brother stepped in and passed right through me with a noticeable shiver before he continued walking to sit on the black leather couch.

I only allowed half of me to pass through the nearly white haired man’s left side in fear of waking the Miss Rina-look-a-like, and he also shivered, but it was barely visible. “I am going to lay Rin in her bed and when I return, we will discuss your living arrangements and the rules of my household.” He took a breath and appeared to want to massage his temples. “Go get your bags and close the screen door, but leave the door open as you come in. This summer weather is going to be a nuisance already, spring just ended.” I was enthralled by his beauty and indefinitely unfathomable, baritone voice that reminded me so much of my master. I watched his hips move as he slowly and carefully walked up the stairs so he would not jar his daughter awake and released a love-struck heavy sigh. I covered my mouth when the brother of the man whose ass I was just admiring directed his gaze at me. I quickly moved out of his sight and crept up behind him, then gently caressed his neck. I could only hold back my laughter as he shot out of the chair and bolted outside. I watched him from the window as he slowly gathered the bags out of the trunk of the red sports car. I snapped my head to the stairs as the man of the household descended the stairs. He walked directly into me to watch his brother from the window. His brother was taking an awfully long time, but he was probably trying to debunk what he heard and felt, so I didn’t blame his pansy ass.

I watched as he looked down, I guess expecting to see a vent. I turned my head as his brother entered again, this time with four suitcases of what I could guess were clothes and other personal items. “What took you so long Yasha?” I smirked triumphantly, so I knew one name now. ‘Yasha’ mumbled a response and closed the screen door then say on the couch. Yasha’s brother sighed then began what seemed to be a very long and boring talk about the rules Yasha was to follow. Rolling my eyes, I crept up the stairs, purposefully creaking the last one. I stood at the top of the stairs as their heads snapped to my position. This would be fun because they head precise, excellent hearing. The brothers returned to conversation as if nothing disturbed them, but I saw Yasha’s quick worried glance as I turned to head to Rina’s room. I sat on the foot of her bed and watched the child who was quickly replacing Rina in my eyes and mind.

“Miss Rina?” I questioned shaking her leg gently. The child stirred and opened her eyes.

“Miss Kagome, I am glad you are still here. I do not have much time to tell you, but this is my reincarnation. You will do well to treat her as you did me if you want to live once more.” Tears sprang from my eyes and I grasped her small hand with my own.

“Is-is that m-my name?” I questioned with a frightened smile. The syllables sounded the same from my ‘dream’ earlier, but I just wanted to hear it from her lips and vocal cords.

“Yes, it is a shame you forgot.” There was a comfortable silence between us before she coughed. “I do not have much longer before I give Rin full control of our soul.”

“Do you know what happened to young Shippo??” I questioned.

“It will all be revealed soon.” She gave me a charming smile and the grasp of her hand in mines slackened. I suppose the girl was now completely Rin, but her eyes fluttered open about ten minutes later and met with my own. Children saw me whether or not I willed myself to be visible to them because of their overactive imagination. Some teenagers sensed spirits, but others were just as deadpan unbelieving as adults. My thoughts traveled to Yasha. He may have actually seen me, but I doubted it.

“Momma, is that you?” A fragile, careful voice asked me. “Daddy told me you went to live with the big man in the sky.”

“I am not your mother Miss Rin.” I watched as her face fell with disappointment.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You look a lot like my mommy. I see how you guys are different now. Your eyes are a pretty blue. I could get lost in them forever! They’re like azure diamonds. Who are you then?” she questioned sitting up. I blinked rapidly at the randomness of the child’s compliments, discovery, and question.

“I am to be your caretaker until you stop believing or move out.” I replied with a gentle smile. She looked at me as if I were crazy. To children, we, spirits or ghosts, appeared to be just like any other human, but the older the children became, the wispier we seem to them, and the harder it is for the not so much children anymore to believe.

“Whaddya mean until I stop believing?” I smiled at her childishness curiosity and naivety.

“I am a spirit, therefore I am not alive. As you age, you grow, or become…wary of my existence, but I assure you, I am not a figment of your imagination.”

“What’s a figment?” Rin questioned tilting her head to the side with the cuteness of a Cottenelle puppy. I chuckled and she touched my hand gently, shocking me greatly, and apparently her as well because she pulled back when her hand passed through my own. “You’re freezing.” I blinked, wondering why she had stated as such then I nodded with a smile. When she retracted her hand I must have appeared to be hurt because she smiled apologetically. “I didn’t expect you to be so cold.” She explained and I gave her a knowing smile.

“I did not expect you to believe me at first Miss Rin. It is not very often you meet a ghost smart enough to adapt and communicate with the living.” She gave me a huge smile and pulled the covers from her body just before Yasha randomly bursts into the room.

“Hey kid,” he greeted randomly trying to scan the room inconspicuously, “Who were you talkin to?” Rin leapt out of bed and began to fluff her pillows.

“I was talkin to the pretty lady.” She moved her head slightly to the end of the bed where I had previously parked my rump. I had transported myself off the bed as soon as he appeared because, all matter has a weight. Just because I don’t have a body, doesn’t mean that I don’t weigh anything at all, because if that were the case, I would be in the sky…involuntarily. Possibly even outer space, with the stars. In fact, I am the exact weight I was before I died.

“What pretty lady?” Yasha questioned with a gently raised eyebrow. Rin giggled and pointed to me, and I gave her a wink. Yasha followed her finger at/past me with confused eyes. I walked directly in front of him, made a funny face, and then kneeled next to Rin. This sent her into a fit of giggles and I laughed also. “What are you laughing at squirt?” He questioned dramatically. Oh, I am most definitely going to have fun with him.

“The pretty lady made a face at you.” Rin replied covering her mouth in a cute, child-like attempt to hide her snickers.

“Then why aint I see it?” he questioned gruffly causing me to smile as she turned to me in question.

“Your uncle can’t see me because he doesn’t have an imagination, and I am not willing to be seen by him just yet, so for now, only you can see me.” I think I tried to say something else, but the lights flickered and I realized I was now driving off their energy. Rin repeated something akin to what I had just told her in her individual way, and he uncle shook his head.

“Rin, is this a new imaginary friend of yours?” Rin shook her head fiercely and patted my hand.

“She’s not imaginary, she’s right here. She’s real Uncle Yashie!”

“Whatever squirt, the pizza will be here in a few, so was your hands and change into your play clothes.” He turned to leave when Rin called out to him.

“Yashie, where’s Daddy?”

“He went to work, he’ll be back to take you to school in the morning. I watched as her face fell and she nodded her head. I returned to my previous spot on her bed and watched as she wandered into what appeared to be a washroom. The lights flickered again before I remembered I was drawing off the house’s energy.

“I must be going now Miss Rin. I should be back by nightfall.” I told her as she reappeared from the washroom. Rin gave me a sad smile, but nodded in understanding.

“Where are you going?” She asked curiously.

“Why, even ghosts need their rest.” I told her with a small laugh before I dispersed in thin air.

Yasha sighed as he closed the screen door with his foot. In his left hand, he held a bottle of Sprite, and in his right palm, he balanced two boxes of pizza. His brother had used, and had been using, his lunch break to bring Rin, his niece, home from school. Rin usually slept on the way home, car rides had always been her Nightquill. Yasha caught the picture frame of him, his brother, Rin, and her mother from five years ago. She had been so happy in that picture, but what had caused-.

“Uncle Yashie, what kind of pizza did you get?” His forever bubbly niece questioned bouncing downstairs in her lavender Dora the Explorer overalls with the matching pink shirt underneath. He set the pizza boxes on the bar then ruffled her hair as she struggled to climb onto the high bar chair. Yasha ventured into the large kitchen behind the counter, removing Rin’s sippy cup and a glass for himself. He filled them half-way with ice and set them on the bar as well.

“You know Rin, you’re getting too big for a sippy cup, and I got you a whole pepperoni pizza for just you. You get to see me eat a whole large pizza by myself.”

“I am not!” Rin protested bringing down her upper lip for a cute pout that always won the two males in her life over, “and besides, it is a big kid crazy straw sipping cup.” Yasha glanced at her briefly and rolled his soft caramel brown eyes.

“You’re too damned cute for your own good kid.” Rin flashed him a brilliant smile as he poured their soda. He set a three-ply paper towel in front of her and opened the box for her, gently setting a normal sized slice on the paper towel. Rin glanced at him then the pizza as she picked it up.

“That’s fifty cents you owe to my swear jar Uncle Yasha.” Yasha glared at her as he crammed half of a slice of meat lover’s pizza into his mouth.

“How about I put in a dollar and you don’t tell your daddy I fed you pizza again.” Rin beamed him a saucy, greasy smile and nodded happily. Lunch had just been cleaned up and Rin was sent to her room to do her homework someone rapped on the screen door.

“Package for Utashio, Sesshomaru, would you like us to set up for you as well?” Yasha opened the screen door and accepted the ‘pen’ to sign for it.

“Yeah man, that would be nice if you could do that shit quietly because my niece is doing her homework.”

“Alright dude,” the delivery guy responded as Yasha handed the pen and tablet back to him. Smoldering caramel met piercing icy blue and they both jumped in surprise.

“Oh…shit!” They exclaimed together, “Is that you man?”

“Inu? Oh man, I haven’t seen you since…what was it...junior high?! How you been since then dog-shit?!”

“Damn Kouga, it has been that long hasn’t it? I been fine wimpy wolf, I see you got a job.”

“Yeah dude, my Pops kicked me out after I had enough money for my own place.” There was a slight pause. “That’s a nice whip you got in the driveway, you pay for it?” Yasha gave a smug grin and nodded.

“Shit yeah, that baby costs just as much as mortgage every month. I had wanted a Lamborghini, but-,”

“I have a Lamborghini.” A more smug remark from an old friend replied.

“Well wimpy wolf, you’re a piece of shit.”

“Ginta and Hakkakku get the furniture and take it to the room above the garage. Get it set up and shit, but don’t disturb the kid from doing her work.” Yasha watched as two scrawny men jumped out of the front of the truck and opened the back, lowered the ramp, and proceeded to do their job. “So how’d you land this place by yourself?”

“I didn’t, I’m living with the Stick-Up-His-Ass. He got custody of me from the state after that huge fight with Naraku.”

“Damn dude, way to get yourself into an early grave. I remember that guy Naraku. He got a felony for that shit.” Yasha stepped out of the way as Ginta and Hakkakku went past with pieces of his bed.

“He should have. He locked up yet?” Kouga shook his head slowly.

“Naw man, he went ghost on the police and everyone not in the street industry. Most people in the street industry don’t have a clue where he is either, but I think only the jump off Kikyo knows where he is because she disappeared round the same time he did but came back.”

“She wasn’t a jump ‘till he raped her man. He twisted her to his sick ways.”

“I know dude. When’s the last time you heard about or from her? Last I heard she was knocked up to the size of a hot air balloon.” Yasha unnoticeably lost a skin shade and shrugged.

“The last I talked to her is when we broke up. Two weeks before she as raped.”

“Why did ya’ll end for anyways?”

“I don’t know dude. She said we were too young to settle down just yet. She was afraid of commitment I guess.”

“Wow, dog-shit I didn’t know you were capable of an intelligent conversation.” Yasha rolled his eyes at him and crossed his arms across his manly chest.

“Whatever wimpy wolf, but you up for a race in our cars soon man?”

“Dude, you read my mind. I know the perfect lap too!”

“You talking bout on Dead Man’s Twist of Peril?”

“Damned right!” Kouga replied with a wolfish grin.

“Dude, here, let me go get some paper and you can hit me up with a text whenever you’re available.”

“Aiight man, give it to me while I make sure these fools are getting all your shit.” Yasha ventured back into his house and into the downstairs bookroom. He grabbed a sheet of computer paper and scribbled down his cell phone number. He was walking out the book room when he nearly tripped over Rin.

“Hey kiddo, you finish your homework?” Rin beamed him one of her knowing smiles and nodded enthusiastically.

“Yup, and I found out that there’s only three eighths of my pizza left when I only ate that many, which means you ate two eighths or one fourths of my pizza after you finished a whole large meat lover’s pizza with anchovies. So that means you ate fourteen pieces of pizza.” Yasha blinked rapidly, letting his brain digest what she had just reported and nodded after it registered what she said.

“You also owe three more dollars to the swear jar. I could hear you from my room.” She bounced off before he could protest and the confused uncle scratched his head before walking back outside to hand Kouga the slip of paper. Kouga handed him the company card wit his cell phone number scribbled on the back and promised to get back at him about the race. Yasha rubbed his hands together mischievously and wandered to his room after they left to set it up as he would like it. Sesshomaru had been forced to take custody of him, well silently forced, by his now deceased wife. Kagura had been very caring, but after Rin reached the age of two, they had Kanna. She was a beautiful baby, just as precious as Rin. She resembled Sesshomaru exactly. Yasha remembered first seeing the amber eyes of the babe and asked the doctor if it was possible for Sesshomaru to recreate with himself.

It had been funny then. They brought Kanna home on time, no complications and she grew as a normal child would. Yasha could still hear Rin’s heavy cries the morning of Kanna’s four month old ‘birthday’. She had went into Kanna’s room as she had every morning to see her sister before breakfast, and stumbled upon the babe’s blue and cold body. After weeks of searching for answers with doctors, they finally found one on television. Their Kanna had passed from Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, and no particular reason was or is known for why babies suddenly die with no signs of sickness. Yasha remembered that as his very first time crying so hard in his life. It had even made the icicle melt a little as Rin’s father had to explain why her little sister wasn’t with them anymore. Poor Kagura took it the hardest. She blamed herself a lot, because she had read somewhere that caffeine was a probable cause of SIDS. Kagura had craved sweet and iced tea the entire time she was pregnant, but Yasha knew it wasn’t the case.

Two years of counseling did nothing to the ex-model, and she -, Yasha was disturbed from his thoughts as the front door slammed closed. He glanced at the clock on his wall, it was seven thirty, and he had been arranging his room while indulging into the past. Sesshomaru was home mighty early. Yasha gulped as he heard Rin’s quick pitter-patter of feet down the stairs. He heard her cry ‘Daddy’ and gulped. The pizza boxes were still on the counter. “Why does it smell of anchovies in my home?” He heard his brother question the little girl he was most likely holding in his arms. He had forgotten his brother detested and loathed anything about anchovies or tuna. Yasha sulked as he walked to the top of the stairs to see his brother entering the kitchen. “Did your uncle purchase you pizza again?” He presumed Rin nodded because he could hear the click of his tongue from where he stood. “Did you get pepperoni as the sane Utashio’s enjoy?”

“Yeah Daddy, I always get pepperoni remember? It’s our favorite! I finished my homework too, but while I was doing it Yasha ate one fourth of my pizza and I only had three eighths. You can have three eighths like me Daddy!” Yasha mentally thanked his niece as he listened for his brother’s response.

“Alright Rin, go put in a movie you wish for us to watch as your bedtime story and I’ll heat up the remainder of your pizza.” Yasha heard the beeping sound of the microwave and released a worried sigh.

“You’re not off the hook dear brother, but you may return to your room.” Yasha gulped and a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. How the hell had he known he was there?!

Incase You’re Wondering

Sesshomaru-24

InuYasha- 17

Rin- 8

Kagome- 20

Kouga- 17

When I introduce the remaining characters, I’ll put their ages in as well.

Thanks for reading the first chapter of Haunted.

Love & Leave Love,

Mouse or SillY