Inuyasha looked up from a nap under a tree and heard a bunch of giggles as his ears twitched. He looked around a moment as he yawned when he looked seeing a pair of little white puppy ears from a nearby river. He tilted his head to look better and raised both brows sky high.

His now four-year-old daughter was naked, having taken her kimono off and laid it near a tree and was wading in the river standing quietly as she watched the current quietly. The giggles were coming from a pair of children of a nearby village watching her. So of course his own curiosity caught up to him as he stayed near the tree watching. He heard the sound of splashing and turned his head seeing that salmon were swimming upstream for spawning.

He then turned back to Yasha.

She quietly stood there as she studied the fish, no spike, no pole, nothing. A fish jumped and she struck catching it in her arms like she would a ball, the wiggling fish making the girl's body wiggle along with it. The children cheered as she seemed to beam brightly, a rather cute look.

Hell, this kid was going to use that cuteness to an advantage!

Inuyasha rose to his feet and moved down to the river to retrieve both child and fish as he chuckled. "Quite the expert fisherman," he teased. "Now we'll never go hungry."

Yasha grinned. "I did it all by myself, Papa!"

"Yes, you did," he said as he walked to the hut the two stayed in. He put her down and dried her off getting her kimono back on. "Yet young ladies don't run around naked. Might give people the wrong idea."

"Yes, Papa," she said and moved to sit down with her paper dolls.

He watched this a moment. "Yasha, I will be leaving tonight to check on a few things," he said as he began to clean the fish. "I will be back by the time you wake up in the morning. I want you to stay inside, understand?"

She nodded her head more interested in the dolls, but she heard him.

He was surprised how he never had much trouble out of his daughter. Only thing about it was she just was a bit wild. She obeyed him, was learning even a few things from him. If he could call her anything, he'd have to say she'd be a future survivalist. Yet there were a few differences among them. While she had his ears and hair color, her eyes were more an amber color than his, and she showed early signs of having the powers of a priestess.

Just another signal she was Kikyo's child as well.

The only problem was, he had never introduced her to her mother, and he was staying as far from her as possible at the moment. He had a feeling by now she did know of the child and knew he was alive. It was only a matter of time before he felt she'd come calling. He shook this off and resumed fixing the fresh fish for their dinner.

As the moonlight shone through the window, Inuyasha glanced at Yasha sleeping on the bedroll, a rag doll in her arms, her thumb in her mouth. He knelt down and put the blanket around her kissing her head as he turned to the door slowly exiting the house as he vanished into the night.

So came morning as Yasha woke up yawning. She looked around a moment to see no Papa. She rubbed her eyes and stood to check the outhouse. Nothing there either as she looked confused. Yet like every villager, she looked up seeing an explosion coming from a shrine across the river. She saw a red and silver figure running fast as she smiled. She ran down to the bank to greet him when she suddenly froze.

Behind him was Kikyo…with a bow and arrow.

Yasha was in a numb shock seeing the arrow pin her father to a tree. Yet she suddenly felt someone pull her back into a shrine before she was seen by the dying priestess. She looked up seeing a monk as tears slid down her cheeks. "Papa…we gotta help him!" she cried.

"He's sealed now, child," he said as he wiped her eyes, with a hand that seemed bandaged from the world. He was the monk Miyatsu, cursed by the demon Naraku. He saw how sad the child looked and realized the danger she was in as he nodded. He knelt down to her height and put a hand on her head. "I will help you," he said softly.

"How?" she asked sniffling.

"I can't bring your papa back, however, I will keep you safe," he said. "I will seal you as well, yet you will awaken when your father does. It will also keep you safe from harm and your father will be able to reunite with you as if a day passed. I will rule it an order that my monks, no matter how long it takes, will watch over you and protect you." He touched her face. "It may be many, many years…are you willing to do this?"

She stared up at him, her face heartbreaking. She shut her eyes a moment and sighed as she looked out the window at the crowd. Her head slowly nodding as she glimpsed her father one last time. "Yes," she whispered. He nodded his head as he placed his hand on her forehead and sealed her into a frozen state, looking as if she was sleeping.

"Sensei…why did you do that?" an apprentice asked. "She's half demon."

"The sins of the father don't go to the child," Miyatsu answered. "She is innocent. As well as heir to the Western Lands, in which her uncle would kill us if we didn't save her. We lost the priestess Kikyo today…we need not lose anymore." He lifted her body and laid her on an alter as he placed a glass covering around her. "She will never age, never leave this state," he said. "She will awaken when Inuyasha wakes up, still physically, mentally, and emotionally as he left her. She is to only be told she is the age she is today when she awakens."

The monks nodded and rushed off to prepare a better resting spot for her.

While Miyatsu died, a victim of his own curse, his son and grandson were soon left to watch over the child as fifty years began to pass by. In the fifty years, Yasha's body never changed. She remained the same. The only difference now besides a new kimono every so often, was a necklace around her neck, a locket that would hide whatever hidden within it from demons. It was originally created for the Shikon no Tama, but they burned it with Kikyo's body.

Miyatsu's grandson, Miroku, soon left to become a traveling priest. The temple Yasha was kept in however, still guarded her. It was one sunny afternoon that a monk cleaning up happened to look up and saw that her eyes were beginning to open. He alerted the elder monk who rushed forward and moved the glass as the little girl coughed a bit looking around. "Miyatsu-sama?" she asked.

"He died so long ago, child," he said. "Fifty years have passed."

She regarded the monk a moment and looked down at herself. She was still a child in every way, shape, and form, except that she was now at least fifty-four years old chronologically. She couldn't count that high however. She couldn't even read or write. She moved to stand, but found herself on the floor from being so numb. The monk helped her up. "Easy, child," he chuckled.

"I want to see Papa," she whined.

"We'll take you to Lady Kaede," he suggested. "She is your aunt after all."

Kaede was the younger sister of Kikyo. Yasha could smell a herby old woman smell about the one eyed priestess and found herself hiding behind the leg of the monk shyly.

"This be the child, eh?" Kaede asked as she sighed. "Can't believe my own sister had a daughter she never met….let alone never gave birth to."

"You'd be the first person Inuyasha would come to," the monk said as he gave a glance to another girl in the room, one who looked just like Kikyo, by the name of Kagome. "So we figured to bring her here so he could be reunited with her."

"Thank ye," Kaede said as she bowed her head and watched the monk leave. She then looked down at Yasha. "Lots going on today it would seem."

Kagome blinked at Yasha. "So he has a daughter?" she asked.

"Yes, child," Kaede said as she set to bathing the girl. "This be the first time I laid eyes on her myself. Already I can sense she has inherited some of my sister's power. Which means, like ye, she could handle the jewel without problems. In fact, she would need to hold the shards of the Shikon no Tama in her locket."

Yasha sputtered when a bucket of water was poured on her to rinse her off. She looked like a drowned puppy by the time Kaede was done, yet soon looked more presentable. Now dressed in a red kimono, she sat idly on a stool looking like a dog who was scared. Kagome finally felt pity for her and moved to take her in her arms.

"Be careful," Kaede warned. "She may not be used to a female touch like that. Seeing she was raised only by her father."

"If I'm her mother's reincarnation, then I want her to know I'm not going to abandon her," Kagome said.

Yasha somewhat relaxed in Kagome's arms, now finding herself playing with a bra, much to the girl's embarrassment. She tried to take it from her, only to see the young girl wasn't giving it up so easily and bounded to play with her new "bonnet" as she put it that she put over her ears. She looked up seeing Inuyasha and blinked, all interest in the bra suddenly gone.

"PAPA!" she shouted.

Inuyasha turned and saw Yasha as his eyes widened moving toward his daughter and hugged her close tears in his eyes. "You should look older," he said. "How?"

"Miyatsu," was all she had to say as she clung to him. She snuggled against his chest. "I waited like a good girl…fifty years! I was a good girl and slept!"

He chuckled kissing her head. "Good," he said. "I'm very proud of you."