Author's Note: Well, this is my first and last author's note that will appear at the beginning of this story. All other's will be at the bottom. I just wanted to thank everyone for coming to read this story and I hope you enjoy. Thank you!
Disclaimer: This applies to all chapters of this story. I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters.
Learning to Live
Part 1: Being Reborn
Chapter 1: A Day in the Life of God
The city. Dull, dirty, dangerous. He looked out the window with a blank face, but on the inside he was scowling. Disgusting, simply disgusting. Pathetic people in a pathetic city, and he was their leader. No, he was not a political or military leader, that would be too easy. To sway them with his words would just be more proof of their idiocy. He would have them signing away their rights before they even noticed. No, even a child could do that. Instead, he was the leader of the top corporation in Japan; one of the most famous and renowned companies in the world.
But it was pointless. It was too easy.
He let a fraction of his internal discontent slip to the surface in the form of a creased eyebrow. It was only a few hours past noon, but already it was dark outside. It would probably storm in a matter of hours. He schooled his features and picked up all of his belongings. Walking out of his office he mentioned to his secretary to take the rest of the day off as soon as she filed the last stack of papers he gave her.
"Thank you Mr. Taisho," she said with a small bow.
He nodded and then turned to leave the building. Getting into his car, he drove off noting that the traffic was lighter considering his early departure.
Upon arriving at his residence, he bathed. As the hot water ran down his body he remembered the storm outside and the storms of his past. Stepping out of the shower and changing into slightly baggy, faded jeans and a button-up tan shirt, he picked up his umbrella and walked out the door into the light drizzle.
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Dinner was decent. The small town restaurant was traditional in design as well as taste. That suited him just fine. Though he claimed impartiality to everything, he was fond of older things. Given different circumstances, he would consider himself an old soul. Attracted to the simpler things; the things that had character and were not just purchased off an assembly line.
He laughed.
Just kidding.
If he had had any less self control he would have laughed at the irony of it. After all, his corporation made most of the "characterless" items out there. Pre-made, easy to use, ready to go. Didn't anyone do anything themselves anymore?
Again, on the inside, he sighed. People were stupid. They were lazy, greedy, selfish, and rude. No one really cared about anyone else. They only care about themselves. Their image. Their well-being.
He left the proper amount for the bill on the table and left the restaurant just as a large amount of people entered. After waiting until they cleared the door, he stepped out into the now heavy rain. He looked up into the sky with a blank face.
"If you're looking for a little fun you're not gonna find it up there."
He looked to the left of him and saw a woman, maybe a few years older than him, in a low cut shirt and a short skirt. Her short, dark brown hair and chestnut eyes gave her an air of youth, but he knew the type.
He silently withdrew from her presence and headed to the nearby park. The rain made everything smell fresh and alive. Alive. He hadn't felt that in so long it almost didn't seem real. The ground was already beginning to form mud. How lucky for him.
He thought about what the woman had told him. He almost sighed. He wasn't looking for fun. No. He was looking for a reason. What was the purpose of being born into this place? Why was it that all people care about nothing except themselves? Was there not one selfless person out there?
He was a hypocrite. A big, fat hypocrite. Alright, so he wasn't big and fat. He was a very good looking 21 year old with waist length silvery white hair and cold gold eyes. See? He really was a hypocrite. Here he was asking if there was a single solitary being out there who cared about anyone else. Did he care about anyone? No. Did he go out of his way to make someone else's day go better? Not really.
That time he gave a light snort. A hypocrite. That's what he was.
He was about to leave the park when something to the side of the path caught his attention. He frowned. Was it an animal? It moved again and let out something akin to a yawn.
He walked over to the bushes where the animal, or whatever it was, seemed to be. Pushing aside the branches, he crouched down until he was kneeling in the mud. Moving aside a final branch, all he could do was stare at what he saw.
It was a young girl.
He took in her condition. She was maybe 7 years old; 8 at most. She also seemed to be malnourished. She was only wearing a dirty summer dress and it was already approaching mid fall.
He was undecided about what to do. On one hand he could drop her off at a hospital or at a police station and be done with it. Or he could bring her to his home and take care of her himself. He sighed and picked her up. His house was only a few blocks away and the rain was still falling hard.
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Getting her to his home proved to be an easy task. After getting Inside, the first thing he had done was to bathe the dirty girl. He then dressed her in one of his fitted shirts, though it still trailed past her feet. She still had not woken up, so he laid her in the guest bedroom and went to the kitchen to make her something to eat.
It wasn't long until he heard the door open from the bedroom he put her in and he saw her body, hidden by shadows, emerge from with in. Then she stepped into the light of the living room.
Small. Long, waist length, dark brown hair. Lightly tanned skin. Large chocolate eyes. Staring at him. She wasn't afraid. No, she wasn't afraid at all. He absentmindedly wondered what could have happened in such a short life to take the fear out of being in a strange place. Maybe even children were no longer innocent.
The girl walked though the living room and into the entry way of the kitchen. She gave him a look that seemed to ask if the food he was preparing was for her. He pulled out a plate from a cupboard to the right of him and dished some of the pasta he had made onto it. He set it on the table behind him.
"Eat."
He was a man of few words. She seemed to realize this and nodded. Walking up to the table she sat down and quietly began to feed herself.
He noticed, as she was eating, that she really was a pretty for a girl of only 7 years. She would probably grow up quite nicely. He began cleaning up the dishes, and by the time he had finished, she was done eating as well.
"Thank you," she said in a quite voice. He nodded to her and began to clean the final dishes.
"You must still be tired, girl. Go back to bed."
"Alright. But my name is Rin. What's yours?"
He turned around and looked her in the eyes. Here he was, a 21 year old man with a 7 year old girl living in his house. By coincidence, she was probably the first girl to ask his name and not expect something out of him. Her look was sincere. She was innocent. All she wanted was the name of her caretaker.
"Sesshomaru. You can call me Sesshomaru."
A/N
So? What did you think? Alright well I just wanted to clear a few things up about how this story is going to work.
This is a 3 part story. Each part has 5 chapters. That means that in total it will be 15 chapters.
That's about it. Please review and tell me what you think!