Sesshomaru stared off at the lighting as it hit along with the crashing waves, it was one of those storms, one that flooded him with flashbacks and made him heated with both angry and wonder. He liked to be left alone during these storms, but a soft knock at the door made him lean away from the window of his seaside castle, her favorite.
"Hn"
The door slid slightly open "Father?"
A beautiful girl unlike any other. She was tall, slim, active, regal much like her father before her. Her hair was as long as her fathers, which she held in a high ponytail like her grandfather, yet it was black as night and shined like a black diamond. She had her fathers moon, but her face marks were slimmer than his and slightly lighter in color. She had human color to her, but what got people the most was her ice eyes, like glass, a blue you had never seen with the outline being a thin gold only someone close would notice. She stood like him but looked oh so much like her mother.
"Seraphina"
"Forgive me, but may I borrow another book?"
"Indeed" She never really had to ask. She was 16, and blossoming and growing up before his eyes. He had done many, many things in his life, but none would ever compare to her, nothing had ever been harder.
"Will you have dinner with me?"
He looked out back at the storm; she didn't ask for much really "If you wish it."
He didn't see her smile "Yes father" She bowed and closed the door, he would join her soon.
Thunder rolled, and he closed his eyes, nights like this, both angered him but pleased him, it was a night like this when he found out about her. He would never forget, how could he. She was only a few hours old when something called out to him, how could he have been so damn blind, how could he not have known?
It had been some time since he spoke to Inuyasha. His daughter didn't know it, but he knows she visits him like he would visit her when she was an infant, he allowed it.
He came to the old Mikos house; the baby was crying, his brother stood soaking wet at the door. He recalled telling him to move, and him saying no, but he was in no mood that night, and quickly put Inuyasha in his place. He went in to find the baby wrapped in a blanket in the old woman's hands, Sango and Miroku close by. Fear struck them all.
He slowly walked up to her, and she uncovered the crying baby to him, he knew before he saw her that she was his.
"She has not stopped crying since her mother left," The old woman said his eyes snapped to hers and she held the baby out. He had just looked at her, wiggling, naked under the blankets "I will leave her for her mother" He has told her,
"Do you not wish to hold her?"
He had never held a baby before, but slowly, he took her, she stopped crying and looked at him, her blue eyes killing his inner soul.
"My Lord, forgive me for saying so, but she is gone."
"When will she return?" He was angry at her for leaving their child.
Inuyasha had come in "Never."
Another knock banished the thoughts, and he moved away from the window.
"Will you walk with me?" His daughter was hungry.
She took his arm, and they walked together,
"What are you reading now" She was always reading,
"A little of this, a little of that, I am afraid you may find it boring father."
Nothing was off limits to her, but she would say that when she really didn't want to tell him something. He smirked.
"Father, your smiling!"
It quickly went away "I recalled your childhood."
"What was so funny?"
"You, my daughter had much attitude."
He allowed her to play but quickly taught her how a princess was supposed to act.
"I still have an attitude; I just leave it for battle."
Something he would never allow her to see.
They arrived at dinner, and they sat. His daughter watched her father just as much as he watched her. This castle by the sea was her favorite place, but to her, it seemed to make him distant, in thought.
"If the storm passes, can we walk out to the beach?"
She seemed to love the crashing waves "Very well."
Dinners where small and where ate quickly, and most of the time in silence. When they were done he pulled out her chair, and she took his arm again, and the went out, the rain had stopped.
Once they made it to the sand, he let her go, and she walked closer to the sea, he stayed a few feet back. Lighting still rolled far off and against the night clouds.
"Father, do you feel it?"
He looked at her, and she turned slightly to him, "This storm is different."
He looked up, they all seemed the same to him,
"What was her name?"
He looked back at her; her back was to him again,
"Whos?"
She was silent for a moment "My mothers."
It struck him like lighting, she uses to ask as a small child, but she had not asked in more than ten years, why now? But he knew this day would come.
"Kagome"