I Never Knew
Chapter 1: Mommy, Mom, Mum
"Japanese"
"English"
"Thinking"
"Jewel"
In a dark moment I ask, "How can anyone bring a child into this world?" And the answer rings clear, "Because there is no other world, and because the child has no other way into it." ~Robert Brault
"The meaning of being a mother is virtually endless. A mother is a protector, disciplinarian and friend. A mother is a selfless, loving human who must sacrifice many of their wants and needs for the wants and needs of their children. A mother works hard to make sure their child is equipped with the knowledge, skills and abilities to make it as a competent human being. Being a mother is perhaps the hardest, most rewarding job a woman will ever experience."-Live Strong.
Warm sad smile covered a face of a young asian woman. Her slender fingers running though black curled hair of a sleeping child.
The woman's blue eyes widen slightly before returning back to its' half closed state feeling cold metal on her neck.
"Can I put her to bed?, "She asked picking the sleeping child up. The child's head laid softly on her shoulder. The small female child in her arms small fist curled on her shirt.
"Um,"She muttered though a closed mouth as the gun man shoved her her toward the door way of the room was.
"After this, I need to write a note," The woman said her voice soft as she walked into the baby's room. Her feet making gliding across the carpeted floor as she walked though the soft yellow and pink room.
Her eyes softed seeing her old room now, turned into a baby room as a small married her sad face as she laid the child on the bed. She knelt down kissing the forehead of the small baby. Her blue eyes became fogged with layer of tears as she looked down at the baby.
"Good night, chiisai hou,"Her words left her mouth like a hurting mother. Which at the moment she was.
"Lady hurry, "The gun man grunted out pulling her small form up on her feet.
"Write the note and come on, "He added gripping her arms and pulling her into a white and soft blue living room. The lady fell on the couch, she glared at the man whose face was wrapped in cloth only seeing his mocking brown eyes.
Lips parting into a sigh as she picked the pen up that was next to paper. Her small hand writing the words to the small notes. She gently folded the paper before sitting up right on the couch she folded her hands on her lap.
"I'm ready, "The words came out of her mouth in slow motion as the bullet went flying.
3 days later with Sherlock
Light grey blue eyes snapped open hearing a phone ringing and a man voice.
"Sherlock, Its' for you, "John's voice came in as the detectiveturned around on the couch rising a single eye brow at his flatmate.
"Ok,give it," Sherlock said getting up off the couch his robe undone showing his pale flat chest* , as he walked toward the land quite surprised him seeing clients usually came to him or it was the police, mostly Greg, who called him on his cell phone.
" ,"An thick asian accent came though the phone as Sherlock furrowed his black eye brows together wondering why someone would call him not from England or Scotland but, Japan.
"We have a note from an asian female about 5'4 that was killed 3 days ago with your name and number," The man said.
"For what?," Sherlcok asked thinking about all the asian women he knew only 1 coming to mind and the enormous asian amount of asian women he seen when he went to china town and on the streets.
"As a father of a child of an ten month old baby," The man said before waiting for a reply. He only got silence on the other end.
"Hello?Hello?,"He asked asked again still not getting nothing before he got
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Thats' all I hope you like it. Btw inspired by everyone who made an Sherlock/Inuyasha fanfic before me.
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