A/N: I just started to go to school to become a massage therapist. That being said I think that chapters may also become a little later than usual. I will try my best to get them out on time. This is the one I owe you guys. Please do review every chapter you read. I take all of your opinions into account when I write. Thank you and enjoy. Also, I swear to GOD. I have written this chapter three times because of some internet connection problems. So if it seems sloppy. It's because I got annoyed while writing for the fourth time. Also you'll notice that time jumps around quite a bit, it will all settle within the next two chapters or less.

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.Silence.

The once bustling festivity had come to a quiet close after simmering down to laughs and pleasant goodbyes. The father of two raised his hand and pressed it through his silk locks with a sigh lost in thought of his success. Inutaisho had only acquired knowledge of one disturbance that occurred during the party. It was only a matter of indiscretion between two employees. It was of course made sure of that they be immediately discharged from their positions. A quiet buzz erupted in his pocket. Needless to be told the call was ignored. Inutaisho had no desire to speak with the mother of his first born at the moment. Their divorce hurt him more than she. The woman made no efforts to hide her relief. Perhaps he had backed her into their marriage by getting her pregnant.

Inutaisho looked to his wife younger than him by a little over ten years. A smile could not be prevented from stretching across his visage when he recalled their first encounter. It all happened when she was twenty years old. It was when Sesshoumaru was only three years old. He remembered it well. Too well. She looked so brave and kind.

The weather was disgusting to all who witnessed it. The sky an ugly dark grey made worse by the rip roaring wind. . The college campus was riddled with branches and small debris picked up by the rushing wind. The storm was going to get worse and he made note of that. Inutaisho tried to refuse her request to bring their son to her. He did not want to take him out in this danger. His son's cry filled his ears and worried him more. As soon as he was able he grabbed the car seat and ran for the building. He should have expected the steps to be slippery, but only concern had been getting inside. One misstep was all it took to send him flying towards the landing. He tried to keep hold of Sesshoumaru but the car seat tumbled down the stairs with him in it.

"Sesshoumaru!" he screamed and scrambled to get up. It was highly inelegant of him but his son had just fallen down twelve stairs. His heart stopped when he saw a young woman reaching for him, she was beautiful. Atramentous hair in which fell over her shoulders and down to her waist. It was loose and straight. She lifted the screaming boy from his confines. It was also no sooner that he heard his son scream even louder and more viciously. He began smacking the woman and trying to get away. The young woman still continued to hold him through the beating.

"My baby!" he heard the melodious and reverberating voice of his now ex wife. She snatched him from the younger woman's arms and cradled him in her arms. She too had silver hair and golden eyes. In the same exact moment that she had taken the crying boy, he'd stopped.

"Akemi, I slipped." he tried to apologize.

"This is why he should live with me until you are stable. There is no one to watch him when he's with you and anything can happen. At least I can bring him here with me. He stays with me." Akemi was fierce when she said this. Sesshoumaru's limbs wrapped around his mother like a koala. Akemi turned on her heel and carried her son into the building while baby talking him.

"Oh! You must be a student. I'm sorry." Inutaisho stood up and smiled at her. It was grin. It stole her heart immediately.

"I'm Izayoi, and there is no need to be sorry. Are you alright?" she asked. Inutaisho could not help but to stare for a brief moment and then run to Akemi. The woman had only ever cared about herself. She was wild and eccentric. That was what he had loved about her. Now it's what tore them apart. When he got to her art classroom he found her with a young man and their son.

"Who is this?" he almost growled. Akemi gave him the look that he knew she could. It was a gaze that read, you have no right to ask in that tone.

"This is my boyfriend." she smiled at him whimsically. The younger man was shocked. On his face he wore a look of utter surprise.

"For how long?" he wanted to know if she'd been unfaithful.

"Who knows he may even be Sesshoumaru's father." she lied with a smile. Inutaisho's rage erupted in the form of his pushing her against the wall while the young man held his son.

"You always made much more sense when you were angry. I liked you better that way." Akemi laughed even with his fingers pressing deep into her skin. She would bruise it was not a question only a matter of how soon. Inutaisho let her go knowing that this made no difference.

"Don't worry, pup. I was never unfaithful to you. The boy was always yours." she smiled at him with her amber eyes. Gold to gold, together they were stunning. Inutaisho, was hurting still. How could she play with him that way? She had humiliated him. He looked at the woman he loved. He had given her everything.

"He needs a nap. I'm leaving." Inutaisho proceeded to head down the hallway with bitter tears building inside. The pain of his shattering heart was starting to feel physical. Every word she had said in that room was to hurt him. She had calculated every single blow to perfection. The words had each been perfectly placed to injure him. A small body crashed into his as he walked blindly down the hallway. He looked down and saw her again. The beautiful art student.

"Are you alright?" she placed a hand on her husbands shoulder. She had woken up to be still in the limo. He covered her hand with his and smiled at her with a nod.

"He may have gone home already." Izayoi intertwined their fingers. The gentle buzz began again in his pocket. He growled and grabbed the phone angrily and turned it off. Izayoi watched him with confused eyes. She never liked his angry side.

"I just don't want to talk to her." he said trying to justify his temper towards the phone call.

.Silence.

The sound sirens filled Sesshoumaru's hearing, he looked at the industrial ceiling. He had to make some kind of noise, but all he could do was gurgle. He was choking. His eyes were struggling to stay open. He felt like he was drowning. Many thoughts crossed his mind while lying there in a pool of his own blood. He looked down at his severed arm. He must have been in shock since he had the urge to pick up the severed limb. He watched a team of Medics running down the stairs with a manual ventilator and stretcher.

"There is a lot of tension building up a pneumothorax, but his lung his filling with blood." they were untying him from the chair and pulling him on to the stretcher. 'Are they too late for me?' he thought. Sesshoumaru could feel the slowing of his heart and breathing. He was struggling to stay awake, but the efforts only led up to a dragging failure.

"Isn't this that missing kid? I think, Sesshoumaru Silver." the medic looked at him for a minute as they carried him up the stairs.

"He's too beat up to tell. All you're going by is the hair." the other medic laughed at the other.

"Don't forget the arm, idiot." the first medic said and began pushing Sesshoumaru down the hallway.

"You think he'll live?" the other man shrugged.

"He's in pretty bad shape." They loaded him to the truck. Sesshoumaru felt like air. It was as if he floated above the table by mere centimeters. The high pitched beeps from the monitors kept him focused. The fear he carried kept him awake, if he were to pass out again it could very well be the last time he was awake. Somehow the air he was trying to breath in was not as easily taken in as it should be. 'To die right now, that would be something wouldn't it.' Sesshoumaru thought with his last counted breath.

He had only been four years old when his half brother was born. He was still only one when he father married that girl after only three months of dating. His mother moved him to America with her and his grandparents. At first his father seemed devastated by losing his oldest son, but soon after the letters came fewer and fewer. A man who clung to his family let his son go to another country without a fight. At five years old Sesshoumaru was beginning to understand the division of his roots. His mother Akemi told him many times about their first meeting with a sparkle in her eyes. It always played back in his head like a movie or at least how imagined it. She had never left enough detail out for him to not play it like a major motion picture.

Akemi had been running from her birthright. As if living in a grand mansion with no responsibility was something to run from. Sesshoumaru thought she was crazy at least from she told him about her past. Marriage seemed a small price to pay for a life of luxury. Then again he was only a child, what could he possibly know? Akemi laughed at her son when he raised a silver brow at her. She met him the very day that she decided to run from her home. There had been nothing dramatic about their meeting, except her. The sun was shining and Akemi had just finished a great breakfast with her parents. The young woman had also just finished her double major in advanced art history and education. This was all at the barely blooming age of twenty four. It had been a very pleasant day until her parents gave their orders.

Akemi's father was a retired military general and her mother had married him as it was arranged by her grandparents. His eyes were striking grey and his hair was sterling with pale skin and a strict expression. Her mother sat beside him with a similar solemn attitude. She rested her amber eyes on her daughter,

"Akemi, your father and I have found you a husband." her lips moved quickly but Akemi was in shock..

"I've just finished school. I don't want to get married. I want to have a career." she tried to remain calm in front of her parents and the servants in the household.

"Sweetie. You don't need a career. You are going to make a wonderful wife and mother." Her mother was trying to assure that following in the same footsteps would make her happy.

"What were all those years of school for? Nothing?" she was getting distressed.

"If it were up to me you would have married instead of going to school. Your mother thought that it would help you root. Instead it has given you the attitude of a shrew." her father finally spoke up after moments of silence.

"I need to think." Akemi made her way up to her bedroom. A few stubborn tears fell down her cheeks but she knew what she was going to do. As soon as the words mother and wife left her mother's mouth, she had decided. Akemi packed a small bag of her most indiscriminate clothes and her most expensive jewelry. She did not want to be found once she was gone. Akemi did not tell anyone, she made no big commotion, and she disappeared from the back door. She was armed with four boxes of brown hair dye and scissors. After making her way through a few pawn shops she had enough money to survive for at least a year if she was careful. It may not have been wise but she wanted to drink her problems away just for one night.

There was a call in the rhythmic beats of music that led her to the dance floor. She swayed and slammed her hips to the music. Akemi's now brown hair was braided tightly behind her in a five string braid. It was when the song came to a close that she became aware of ochroid eyes that stuck to her every curve. Akemi was in the mood to get herself into some kind of trouble. It would not ring to chaotic. The woman may have been sheltered but she was sure she could very well give him what he wanted. She was intoxicated and her dress clung to her like a second skin, despite her efforts to be discreet she walked straight to him and pressed herself against him.

"I'm sorry. I'm a little bit unbalanced." she smiled at him seductively. Akemi could tell that this man was already on the same page as she was. She wormed her way into his arms and laughed at him once before walking away from him. 'One...Two...-' he grabbed her hand just as she knew he would.

"What's your name?" he asked her with a copious voice there was almost a chuckle in there.

"It's Akemi, but I have no last name right now." before saying this she had grabbed onto his neck and pulled him down to whisper it in his ear. He smiled at her and she planted a potent kiss on his smooth lips. The kisses became longer and more intense. It certainly did not take the pair long to leave the night scene and head to a place far more private. That place was a cheap motel that she had found before heading out to party. Akemi pushed the young man down on her rented bed and the morning came far too quickly for their tastes. She was first to rise from her deep slumber, no doubt, it was the alcohol that kept her asleep until eleven in the morning. Akemi was normally a early bird.

A proud smile crept up on her face as she looked at her conquest. The man was beautiful. His hair was like a pearl that had been spun into silk strands. It was loose and fell around him. He had dark long lashes and exquisite lips which he was swell at using if she remembered correctly. Not to mention the body that was not hidden by more than a sheet starting just below his hips. Another thing she was sure of was his eyes that equaled her own. Akemi rid herself of the braid that was tied in her hair. Her hair waved around her falling down her back. She looked like a goddess with the morning sunlight pouring through the window. She grabbed a pair of white panties and threw them on, along with his white button up. Akemi neglected to button up the shirt and instead sat beside him. There was no fight in her urge to watch him sleep.

"I'm Inutaisho Silver, by the way." he smiled at her with his golden eyes. He was in love. She was like cholera, she'd infected and shot him down in a matter of hours.

"Akemi, with no last name." she laughed. Even without saying it out loud, she thought the same of him. He was an infection.

.Silence.

A cold air filled Akemi's bedroom, there was a black pit inside her heart. She could feel it holding her heart in her stomach. There was something wrong she knew it. That stubborn man was not answering her calls. She knew that he would not forgive her, and she didn't expect him to do so. She only expected that he be civil for their son. A son that she feared for immensely. Her heart raced each time she dialed the number of her ex husband. Akemi tied her hair up and ran down the stairs in her pajamas. This was not the time for him to ignore her. She had loved him and she had tried not to hurt him any further than she did during their divorce. Her hands were shaking as she dialed his number again. She was sent to voice mail immediately.

Your call could not be received at the moment. Please leave a message and try again later.

"This is bullshit, Inutaisho." she growled viciously and grabbed her car keys from off an end table in her foyer. She was in her slippers and her hair was a mess and yet she still managed to look like a queen. Inutaisho was going to hear from her whether he wanted to or not. Now the father of her son had taken her tolerance to the edge. The successful business man would not escape her wrath if something were to happen to her son. He had after all begged for her to allow their son to live with him. Akemi could feel tears falling freely down her face as she started her car. It was devastation, she could feel it inside of her heart and it was pouring from her eyes. The road was wet with droplets of tears from the sky. She ignored the speed limits worried only about seeing that her son was asleep inside his bed.

"Oh, Sesshoumaru." she breathed his name out. Her voice shook and she slammed a fist on her steering wheel with a frustrated scream. Her fear and anger could not stay contained in her body. She parked outside of the mansion and ran up the stairs becoming soaked from the ridiculous amount of stairs it took to reach the front door. Her hair stuck to her face and her pajamas hugged on to her. She banged on the door relentlessly. No one answered. There was silence and then she could hear the light talking of her ex husband and his wife. They must have just put the young Inuyasha to bed. Akemi took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She dialed Inutaisho's number once more and again was sent to voice mail.

Your call could not be received at the moment. Please leave a message and try again later. Akemi had hoped she would never have to use Sesshoumaru's spare key to his father's house, but she did. She stepped into the mansion quietly and looked around. She walked around looking for the steps. She recalled Sesshoumaru telling her that his room was on the second floor near the bathroom. She began jogging up the stairs her feet making a slight slapping sound on the marble staircase. Once reaching the top in the dark she bumped into a strong chest and almost fell backwards down the stairs, but instead was cradled and thrown to the second floor. A strong forearm was underneath her head and a beautiful man above her. She got up after a split second of admiring her son's father.

"Where the hell is my son?" she growled at him angrily. Inutaisho's eyes opened wide and shocked. He stood up towering over her. She looked beautiful to him.

"He isn't with you?" his voice faltered.

"What? He is supposed to be with you! Inutaisho. If something happens to my son. You will never see him again!" she was vicious with a low voice. Her eyes seemed like a golden inferno of rage. This scared Inutaisho. He loved his son, but he also knew that she had full custody of him.

"Akemi...let us call the police first." Inutaisho said. Akemi shivered in the frigid air conditioning that seemed to pump from every vent in the house. Izayoi was with Inuyasha in his room.

"I'm going to the station." Akemi growled at him.

"I'm sorry that this happened." Inutaisho was not lying and she could read it in his manner easily. However, he did not sway her anger with his regret.

"I don't care. You should never have ignored my call." she growled at him and ran down the steps to towards her car.

"Please, let me drive." he grabbed her hand after chasing her to her car. She was crying uncontrollably with eyes swollen by tears. He got into her car and drove to the police station.

"I'm sorry, I didn't answer the phone. I was being selfish. I did not want to talk to you. Let alone see you. You are right. I should be civil with you for Sesshoumaru's sake." Inutaisho was careful. Akemi looked at him and wiped her tears.

"I always loved you. Even when I left. I just couldn't stay with you," she said his face tightened and she knew that he did not want to hear her confessions. "I loved you for giving me our son. If you are the reason I lose him. I will never forgive you. I swear to god, if I lose him. I'll kill myself." she could not hold it in anymore. Her words aggravated him beyond compare. He didn't want to hear those words from her especially after leaving the way she did.

"You would not have left if you loved me. You never loved me. You only wanted to escape your parents. All I was was a getaway car. All our son was to you was a night that we forgot protection. To me he was a gift and I loved you for it. Then you took him from me. When you got tired of living like a peasant you ran back to your parents." he spat bitterly.

"I was wrong for leaving, I know. I loved you from the moment we met and even after I left. Sesshoumaru was all I had left of you. I didn't want you to be burdened with a motherless child." she said.

"It doesn't matter now. We fell apart because you forced us to." he growled, he wanted this conversation to be over already.

.Silence.

The warehouse had been under investigation for a few hours now making sure that there were no other victims. Of course there were only two people left in the building. One was a young girl aged around seven years and the other was twelve. The seven year old was barely breathing and had significant head trauma. The medics were extremely gentle and tender when they handled her. The other was merely shaken up. They would take her to the nearest orphanage. The younger girl would be rushed to the hospital. The officer in charge was very upset by the violence that he was sure went on in that place. He took pictures of the metal pipe and the miter saw with a blood covered blade and chair.

"Sir, the girl's test results are in." he looked over to the ICU, where the child lay on a bed. He was sure that she hadn't been in one of those in a long time.

"You can tell me now." the man looked over to the nurse.

"There is significant physical abuse. There are bruises and dna that suggest-"

"I don't want to hear it. I understand what you mean. Judging by the way we found her I could have guessed." he growled in disgust.

"We have begun a file for her to build a case. The evidence makes things seemed as if she was being groomed for something. I'm sure you can imagine what that was." the nurse said.

"I pray that she remembers nothing of her past when she wakes up. No child need know of these things that she does." the officer walked into the room and looked over her. It was something he could not do for long. He could not stand to see the bruises on her arms and neck. The swollen face and newly shaved head which had a cast around it. How she was alive was a mystery to him. He could feel the disgust climbing up his throat until he heard a commotion in the hallway. The Silvers had arrived and were very disrupted. Talking to them was one of the very least things that he ached to do. The details were far to bloody for his tastes to explain. Their young son was also a child who would be ruined by this.