Finding My Father
Chapter Twelve: Tag! You're it, Jaken
I slumped down on the ground, not wanting to look up at Rin. She sat down beside me. She subtly smoothed the wrinkles out of her kimono while speaking, "It appears that you'll be staying here for quite a while, so it is only proper that we get to know each other... I'll go first, my name is Rin. Sesshomaru and I met when I was but a little girl with not another soul to cling to. He became like a father to me. I am practically your sister."
How disguisting. Even though I wasn't particularly fond of this woman who pinched my cheeks and called me cute, she had now reached a new low. She, who was probably involved in the destruction of my family was now trying to present herself as my sibling.
"You are NOT my sister!" I shouted at her. My pain was now residing in the pit of my stomach, and would not manifest itself as tears leaking down my face.
"I am as much your sister as you are that woman's son."
"That isn't true either, you liar! She is my mother, and I love her! I can not say the same thing for you, Rin!"
"You haven't given me the chance. Would you yell at a younger sibling for not being there for you when they have just been introduced to you?"
"What do you mean? Families always are! That's just the way it is! They don't change at random like this!"
Rin's expression was softer than mine as she spoke. "Yes, they do." She contradicted. "Families change just like people do. Family members die, are born, are married, separated, and adopted too. Families change."
"Well, My family doesn't! It never has before!"
"Yes, it has, Miroku." She kept her calm tone.
"You are the youngest of your family. So you have yet to notice it. Before you were born, everyone in your family had families too. Those people are your family also. Your family changed when you were born. Your parents changed, Kagome's mate changed, my family was changed... Now let's be friendly and get to know each other."
It was too much to take in and still present a formidable argument. I had no choice but to submit to her will. "What do you want to know about me?" I grumbled.
"Well, let's start off with your likes and dislikes."
"I like my mothers, I like Miroku, I like Inuyasha, I like Take. I dislike Kikyo, Inuyasha, baths, I hate baths... I dislike those little burrs that grow in the ground and stick into you when you touch them, and most of all I dislike it when people speak about me as if I am not right there."
"Oh, Okay. Shouldn't Inuyasha be on either one list or the other?"
I shrugged.
"And what's Tag?"
"It's a game."
"How do you play?"
"One person is 'it', they have to catch one of the other players while they run away. As soon as the 'it' person touches someon, they aren't 'it' anymoer, and they have to run away from the person they just caught, and that person becomes 'it'."
"Can we play it now?" She asked. I forgot my troubles for the moment at the prospect of playing my favorite game.
"It's more fun with another person." I stated.
"Jaken." She called. "Jaaaakeeeen." she called a little louder. She waited. "JA.KEN!" She yelled. She tapped her finger impatiently on her knee and harshly mumbled to herself about an insolent, slimy, green pet who doesn't know his place.
He came trodding up with a venomous look in his eyes. Rin ordered him to play tag with us, and explained the rules to him.
I was 'it' first. I tagged Rin. She couldn't run very fast at all in her kimono. She tried to tag me back, but she couldn't catch me. She could, however, get Jaken with the greatest of ease. Jaken was slow. We were both a fair distance from him, and as soon as he would run for one of us, that one would take off.
It was a stand-off, who could he catch?! Then an idea popped into his mushy, green head.
He threw his staff at Rin.
It hit her in the temple.
She screamed and cried for Sesshomaru.
To Jaken's great relief, he didn't come.
Of course, she went through the castle looking for him. I followed her. I didn't want to get lost in this place.
Jaken followed me, he showed signs of worry, probably for himself.
She turned the crystal doorknob of the master bedroom.
Her eyes bulged, and she gasped in shock.
She instantly slammed it shut.
"What was in there? Is my mom? What are they doing? Is something wrong?" I asked Rin.
"Um, NO! They weren't in there. Let's go! Buh'bye!"
She picked up her pace and skipped several doors.
My mother and father stepped into the hallway wrapped in one, white, sheet. Their bodies were wet and glistening with sweat.
"Rin." My father scowled at her. "What were you doing?"
"I-I-I was doing... n-nothing!"
"Well, go do nothing in your bedroom! You know you aren't allowed to snoop around in my bedroom."
She stood there not moving from the shock of whatever she'd seen. "Go, You too, Miroku... unless you want a spanking." My mom warned.
I gulped. I grabbed Rin's forearm and dragged her to the end of a random hallway at top speed.
Jaken lingered, basking in his superiority because he had not been sent away.
"Jaken. You heard the lady, that goes for you too."
Jaken took a step back. "Surely you would not..."
Mom tilted her eyebrows and cocked her head, suggesting that she might indeed spank Jaken.
Jaken's little green feet dashed after us as fast as they could carry him.
"I do not want to think about you spanking Jaken." My father stated with disguist.
"I can spank YOU if I like." My mom said it as if it was a good thing.
"Why don't I spank you, you naughty girl." He suggested.
"Oooh, I like that." They disappeared into Sesshomaru's sound-proof bedroom.
We made it to Rin's room, and shut the door tightly. "Rin.." I started. "What just happened?"
"I'll tell you when I figure it out."
"Jaken.." I tried to ask him, but he was too busy mumbling obscenites to answer me.
Chapter Twelve: Tag! You're it, Jaken
I slumped down on the ground, not wanting to look up at Rin. She sat down beside me. She subtly smoothed the wrinkles out of her kimono while speaking, "It appears that you'll be staying here for quite a while, so it is only proper that we get to know each other... I'll go first, my name is Rin. Sesshomaru and I met when I was but a little girl with not another soul to cling to. He became like a father to me. I am practically your sister."
How disguisting. Even though I wasn't particularly fond of this woman who pinched my cheeks and called me cute, she had now reached a new low. She, who was probably involved in the destruction of my family was now trying to present herself as my sibling.
"You are NOT my sister!" I shouted at her. My pain was now residing in the pit of my stomach, and would not manifest itself as tears leaking down my face.
"I am as much your sister as you are that woman's son."
"That isn't true either, you liar! She is my mother, and I love her! I can not say the same thing for you, Rin!"
"You haven't given me the chance. Would you yell at a younger sibling for not being there for you when they have just been introduced to you?"
"What do you mean? Families always are! That's just the way it is! They don't change at random like this!"
Rin's expression was softer than mine as she spoke. "Yes, they do." She contradicted. "Families change just like people do. Family members die, are born, are married, separated, and adopted too. Families change."
"Well, My family doesn't! It never has before!"
"Yes, it has, Miroku." She kept her calm tone.
"You are the youngest of your family. So you have yet to notice it. Before you were born, everyone in your family had families too. Those people are your family also. Your family changed when you were born. Your parents changed, Kagome's mate changed, my family was changed... Now let's be friendly and get to know each other."
It was too much to take in and still present a formidable argument. I had no choice but to submit to her will. "What do you want to know about me?" I grumbled.
"Well, let's start off with your likes and dislikes."
"I like my mothers, I like Miroku, I like Inuyasha, I like Take. I dislike Kikyo, Inuyasha, baths, I hate baths... I dislike those little burrs that grow in the ground and stick into you when you touch them, and most of all I dislike it when people speak about me as if I am not right there."
"Oh, Okay. Shouldn't Inuyasha be on either one list or the other?"
I shrugged.
"And what's Tag?"
"It's a game."
"How do you play?"
"One person is 'it', they have to catch one of the other players while they run away. As soon as the 'it' person touches someon, they aren't 'it' anymoer, and they have to run away from the person they just caught, and that person becomes 'it'."
"Can we play it now?" She asked. I forgot my troubles for the moment at the prospect of playing my favorite game.
"It's more fun with another person." I stated.
"Jaken." She called. "Jaaaakeeeen." she called a little louder. She waited. "JA.KEN!" She yelled. She tapped her finger impatiently on her knee and harshly mumbled to herself about an insolent, slimy, green pet who doesn't know his place.
He came trodding up with a venomous look in his eyes. Rin ordered him to play tag with us, and explained the rules to him.
I was 'it' first. I tagged Rin. She couldn't run very fast at all in her kimono. She tried to tag me back, but she couldn't catch me. She could, however, get Jaken with the greatest of ease. Jaken was slow. We were both a fair distance from him, and as soon as he would run for one of us, that one would take off.
It was a stand-off, who could he catch?! Then an idea popped into his mushy, green head.
He threw his staff at Rin.
It hit her in the temple.
She screamed and cried for Sesshomaru.
To Jaken's great relief, he didn't come.
Of course, she went through the castle looking for him. I followed her. I didn't want to get lost in this place.
Jaken followed me, he showed signs of worry, probably for himself.
She turned the crystal doorknob of the master bedroom.
Her eyes bulged, and she gasped in shock.
She instantly slammed it shut.
"What was in there? Is my mom? What are they doing? Is something wrong?" I asked Rin.
"Um, NO! They weren't in there. Let's go! Buh'bye!"
She picked up her pace and skipped several doors.
My mother and father stepped into the hallway wrapped in one, white, sheet. Their bodies were wet and glistening with sweat.
"Rin." My father scowled at her. "What were you doing?"
"I-I-I was doing... n-nothing!"
"Well, go do nothing in your bedroom! You know you aren't allowed to snoop around in my bedroom."
She stood there not moving from the shock of whatever she'd seen. "Go, You too, Miroku... unless you want a spanking." My mom warned.
I gulped. I grabbed Rin's forearm and dragged her to the end of a random hallway at top speed.
Jaken lingered, basking in his superiority because he had not been sent away.
"Jaken. You heard the lady, that goes for you too."
Jaken took a step back. "Surely you would not..."
Mom tilted her eyebrows and cocked her head, suggesting that she might indeed spank Jaken.
Jaken's little green feet dashed after us as fast as they could carry him.
"I do not want to think about you spanking Jaken." My father stated with disguist.
"I can spank YOU if I like." My mom said it as if it was a good thing.
"Why don't I spank you, you naughty girl." He suggested.
"Oooh, I like that." They disappeared into Sesshomaru's sound-proof bedroom.
We made it to Rin's room, and shut the door tightly. "Rin.." I started. "What just happened?"
"I'll tell you when I figure it out."
"Jaken.." I tried to ask him, but he was too busy mumbling obscenites to answer me.
