Okay I know I shouldn't try to do two stories at once but my muse for my other story dwindled and this one sprang up because I finally decided to watch Inuyasha again. So yay!~ I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Inuyasha series. Pfft. I wish I did. Do you know how much money I would have made?

Chapter One

It wasn't supposed to happen.

None of this was ever supposed to happen. I was nothing but a child when I entered his house-a lowly sea urchin amongst their luxury; and he starting to head into his preteen years. I was five and he was turning twelve. I was an orphan born from dirt and poverty and he was a graced child born with a silver spoon in his mouth. We were of two different worlds that collided together out of pure luck and I'm not sure how well this aftermath will be.

I walked into the large house timidly. My small hand gripped the hand of the man who led me here: Inunotaisho. He was tall with flowing white hair held up in a ponytail. There was something odd about him (his aura of strength he seemed to have and how he seemed other worldly) but it didn't faze me. I walked into the grand living room in silence with him. He was strong, he made me feel safe.

"Inuyasha, Sesshomaru. Come meet a new member of the household," Inunotaisho told the two white haired boys. They rose, coming near us. The younger one, Inuyasha, was about eight years old. His hair was long and white complete with two ears protruding out of his head. I suppose they were a headband of sorts (how could those be real!?) and it gave him a childish look. He gave me a toothy grin. Albeit it wasn't all innocent, it made me feel warm inside. My eyes turned to the older one who seemed around twelve years old. His hair was also stark white and just as long as the younger one's. His gaze was cold and unforgiving as if no emotion could ever pass his face. It frightened me and I squeaked, hiding behind Inunotaisho's legs. He scoffed, turning away with little interest in me. I pouted, not sure with what to do now.

"Come now child it's alright," Inunotaisho said kindly, turning to pick me up into his arms. My looks contrasted his. I was still somewhat filthy from the orphanage and I wore a dirtied kimono. My sandals were worn thin and my hair was in a messy ponytail. My brown eyes looked up to his golden ones. I gasped. I never seen such loving eyes. Not since my father and mother that is.

"Sesshomaru is just cold with those he isn't accustomed to. No matter, you still have Inuyasha and I for company. And you may have others. I hope you enjoy it here though it is different from your world," he explained. I blinked once before I nodded, giving him a wide smile of gratitude. I looked down on Inuyasha who seemed pleased with my presence (or at least I think so) and the one I learned to be Sesshomaru. He was glaring at me. I clung to Inunotaisho, burying my face into his clothing. I could hear him growl before he carried me away.

"This is your room," he said as he set me down in the door way. My eyes widened. Never had I seen such plush and expensive things. My bed, neat with light spring colors splattered all over the sheets, was queen sized. It was certainly big enough to last me until my teenage years. My dressers were topped with empty frame photos and stuffed toys. On shelves were many porcelain dolls and assorted toys. I had a mini bookshelf containing children stories. There was a large wardrobe on the nearby wall. Next to it was a chest that was labeled "toys" in cursive writing. The floor was carpeted and the walls were white with orange, pink and blue circles decorating it like meshed polkadots. It seemed so perfect that I felt like I could bust into tears. Who knew such fortune could come from a tragedy?

"Ah-Ah!" I mumbled out of surprise. I hadn't spoken in months since my parent death. It had become such that I usually used nonsense sounds to explain how I felt. Most other orphans didn't bother to befriend me so I suppose using my words was never an issue for me. I turned to the kind man with wide eyes. Hopefully by my expression he would know how grateful and happy I was. Judging by his smile he gave me, I suppose he did.

"Now come here. Tell me your name," he said as he swooped down to crouch at my level. I ran into his arms, throwing my hands around his neck. His clothes were soft and smelled fresh. I pulled away momentarily to open my mouth before I closed it. I'm sure I held a confused expression but he seemed to mimic it. "You do know how to speak, correct?" I nodded.

"Ah-!" I attempted to speak again only to furrow my brows in confusion. How does one use their mouth to form words? Has it been that long since I've spoken? Why can't I tell him my name? Inunotaisho seemed to doubt my abilities but I couldn't tell him how I don't understand how to form words. He patted my head. "It's alright my child. I understand the hardships you've been through. I see that you'll be able to talk soon once again." I nodded, understanding he wouldn't push it.

"I don't see why you waste your time on the human," Sesshomaru said darkly yet monotonously as he passed my room. He paused to stare at me for a brief second before he looked up to his father. "She's nothing but an uneducated urchin. Have you gone soft father?" Inunotaisho stood up so suddenly with such fury I took a step back out of fear. "Sesshomaru that is enough!" The boy didn't seem fazed by his father's fury. He simply turned and walked away. I felt my bottom lip tremble as tears gathered in my eyes.

"No, no, no," Inunotaisho said in hushed tones as he turned back to me. He wiped away my tears as he cradled me in his arms. "I'm sort for his rude behavior. Ignore him." He continue to rock me before I became sound enough to stand back up.

How could I ever ask him if I would ever be accepted by Sesshomaru?

After a few months I began to get accustomed to the privileged life. I was used to maids coming to wake me in the morning to spend my summer days milling about with the boys. Inuyasha seemed to be the only one willing to play with me and sometimes he got too rough so I played by myself. If not, I helped the servants cleaned. They begged me constantly not to do it in fear that they'd anger Inunotaisho. Lord Taisho, however, soon became accustomed to my working ethic and didn't bother me. I cleaned after myself constantly. In fact, I do remember him telling me that he'd wish Inuyasha take after me.

I never spoke within this time, even when relatives and friends came over. Inukimi, Sesshomaru's mother, was increasingly displeased with my presence and even more so with my lack of audible speech. Her reaction was similar to her son's. Inuyasha's mother was dead. Her name was Izayoi and by the portraits I saw scattered around the house, she was gorgeous. During this time I began to be opened up to a whole new world: the world of the demons. Lord Taisho and Sesshomaru were full fledged demons. Inuyasha, on the other hand, was only a half breed. Inukimi was a full demon too. I assumed Izayoi was human because if Inuyasha was half, his mom would have to be human if Lord Taisho was demon. Lord Taisho eased me into the world of the demons slowly, teaching me knew things about their way of life. I wasn't as terrified or bothered as they expected. In fact, it made me even safer.

After many more months, my birthday was approaching. Lord Taisho planned a party with my friend's from school. Sesshomaru wasn't too pleased by this seeing that most of my friends were human. To make it better, Lord Taisho allowed Inuyasha and Sesshomaru to invite their friends as well. I wasn't sure how I made friends (if you asked me I couldn't even recall it that well) but Kagome and Sango seemed so sweet. They assumed I was mute and together we learned sign language. Now I could communicate freely without having to have social anxiety with trying to figure out how to do the things with the words.

On my birthday I ran out of the house to the backyard to Sesshomaru. He was by himself despite our friends being inside playing games. I walked until I was facing him, quickly signing him a message. 'Lord Sesshomaru do you not enjoy the party? Come back and celebrate!' He only glared at me.

"You incompetent child. I never bothered to learn your pity language. You have a tongue. Use it," he remarked coldly. I recoiled, holing my hands to my chest in hurt and sadness. My eyes watered. Why was he always so mean to me? "Stupid child…"

"Rin."

His golden eyes snapped to me in an instant, narrowing at me. "What did you just say?" Honestly, I had no idea I had said anything but before I could stop myself, I found myself speaking once more.

"My name is Rin. Not 'girl' or 'stupid child'. It's Rin," I told him somewhat firmly. He grunted with a smirk of amusement on his face before he returned back into the house to rejoin the party. I just stared after him as he left. I looked down at my feet. Had I honestly said my first words to him?