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I made my way back to my room, after having a bath, and went to my bed.

I pulled a trunk out from under my bed, pulled a key out from under my mattress, and unlocked that trunk.

It was full of all the things Babaue had asked me to get rid of.

Jijiue gave me this trunk so that I could keep this stuff.

I opened it, and slowly began poking through the old clothes.

I pulled out an old baseball jersey.

My Chichiue had worn it for years, never once had he washed it.

He gave it to my brothers. Each of them washed it at least once, and got yelled at for doing so.

I hadn't really thought that much of it. I always thought Chichiue was over-reacting when he screamed at them over this shirt.

But, now... I couldn't bear to let it go.

I pulled my robe off, and slipped on the over-sized jersey.

It stunk of sweat. My Chichiue and Ani-tachi's sweat.

The smell was pretty bad. Nothing compared to their rooms, but, it was awful.

Still, I couldn't bear to wash it.

I pulled out another treasured item.

It was an old pillow case.

This was my Hahaue's pillow case. She loved it so. I never found out why.

But, it still smelled of the soaps she always used to bathe, and her favorite fabric softener.

I stood up, grabbed one of my pillows, and shoved it into that pillow case.

I held it tight, as I fell on my bed.

For the first time in several months, I began to cry.

I missed them all. It was so hard to go on without them.

It was even harder, watching all these people try to alienate their families, treating them like dirt, talking to them in the foulest of tones... They have no idea how good they have it.

I cried on into the night, and soon fell asleep.

I woke to the feeling of someone stroking my face.

I slowly opened my eyes, and squinted, as the sun light hit them.

"Jijiue..." I mumbled.

He smiled, slightly.

"When didja git back?" I asked.

"Just this morning." Jijiue said. "I see Babaue hasn't killed you, yet."

I smirked, slightly and briefly, and slowly sat up.

"Was she that cruel? You haven't touched these things since you moved in." Jijiue said.

I shook my head. "Nobody understands." I said. "They don't know... how bad it hurts... ta think ya never appreciated 'em in life... an' they leave this world with those memories... never knowin' how much ya really cared for 'em."

I leaned on Jijiue's shoulder.

He put his arms around me.

"I... I wanna go back there." I said. "I wanna see the house again. See the farm again. I wanna go home."

Sesshoumaru's POV:

I sat outside her window on the balcony, watching her sob into that pillow.

What had made her so mad? She hadn't said anything. She hadn't pulled out anything to indicate what she was angry at.

It seemed I had nothing to do with this.

She went on sobbing until the wee hours of the morning, when she finally fell asleep.

That morning, an old man entered her room, and sat on the bed beside her.

He gently stroked her face, until she woke, and sat up.

I could hear them talking about how her Babaue had been difficult, and how people didn't understand loss.

She was on the verge of tears again, as she leaned into the old man, and he held her.

So, this man was her Jijiue. Where were her parents?

I heard her say something about a house, and farm.

Her Jijiue approved of it, whatever she had said.

He left the room a few moments later.

I turned away as she began to re-dress.

Soon, I heard her run out. She went out to a taxi that had been called for her, and got in.

I followed it as it began to drive away.

The taxi drove for a long time. I was very careful to keep myself hidden as I followed.

Finally, around noon, they stopped. They had gone all the way to a certain farm house in Osaka.

The girl climbed out of the taxi, paid for her trip, and sent it away.

Why was she here? What did this house mean to her?

Rin's POV:

I climbed out of the cab, paid for my ride, and let the driver go.

I turned to face that house.

Even though I hadn't been here in a year, this house hadn't changed in the least.

I slowly walked around, and began climbing up a tree to an old window.

No one had fixed the latch yet.

I pushed it up, and slid inside.

This was one of my brothers' rooms. They always came in through the window after staying out late with their girlfriends. I remember telling on them.

They were grounded for several months. They never really picked on me for ratting them out, though. Had they forgiven me? I would never know.

I took one step, and immediately started getting flash backs.

My brothers used me for so many of their ridiculous games, growing up. I was always willing to play those games, too, until I was eight years old, and knew I could get hurt doing those things.

They babysat me sometimes, and I gave them a lot of grief over my preferences in snacks, bath temperature, bed time stories...

But, then... When I got lost in the woods, stuck in the barn, or even just wandered too far away for me to think I could get home... they were always the ones to find me, and bring me home.

I went to the door, and opened it.

The hall hadn't changed much at all. Only... it was dead silent. I couldn't remember a day that I walked into this hallway and found it silent. There was always some form of noise in this hallway.

I made my way down, looking into my brothers' rooms.

Soon, I found my parents room.

Oh... I was always coming to this room when I was little. Whether it was a monster in my closet, or, my parents had gone out on a date, I came to this room when I was upset.

I ran my hand over a certain spot in the wall.

I had scribbled on it when I was two years old... using Hahaue's lipstick.

I made my way over to my old room next.

I could still see where my old bed had been.

The floor boards and walls were covered in my writing practice.

Hahaue had told me so many bedtime stories here, and comforted me when I started to become a woman, if you catch my drift... Chichiue and I used to horse around in here, when I was six.

By the time I was ten years old, I was pretty much done with horse play.

I saw the holes in my wall from when I threw things at my door, chasing my brothers out.

I regretted that. 'Cause I actually hit one of them, once.

I was grounded for weeks because of that.

After a little bit, I went to the stairs.

I could already see the floor bellow. I hesitated at the top of the stairs.

I was afraid of what I might see in the living room.

I swallowed hard, as I put my foot down on that first step.

Before I knew it, I was slowly making my way down toward the bottom of the stairs.

I walked right into the living room.

I remembered how I found each of them.

One of my brothers was on top of the TV, with a pole in his back.

The other two were in the kitchen, one on the counter, the other in the floor, both had been beaten to death with Chichiue's aluminum baseball bat.

Chichiue and Hahaue had been pinned to the wall with the pitch fork we'd used around the barn.

There was blood, and wreckage everywhere.

All of Hahaue's jewelry and Chichiue's money had been taken.

Tears began to flow anew, as I looked around this living room.

I could still see the blood stains on the floors and walls.

"Rin..." came a voice.

I jumped. "Chichiue?" I said as I turned.

To my shock, and slight dismay, it was Sesshoumaru.

What was he doing here?

I quickly rubbed away my tears.

"I am... sorry." I heard a whisper.

I looked up at him. "I have upset you." Sesshoumaru said. "I spoke ill of family, and paid no mind to how much it meant to you."

I smiled slightly. "Naw, it ain'tcher fault." I said. "I shoulda minded my own business. It wasn't my place ta lecture ya 'bout how ya handled yer family matters. Thanks, though."

He looked around slowly.

"You had siblings." Sesshoumaru said.

I paused for a moment. This was a statement, not a question.

"H-how...?" I asked.

Sesshoumaru looked at me. "There's something you should know about me. About my family." He said. "We're not human. We can look like them. Act like them. For a while, live among them. But, we are very different from them."

I nodded slowly, as he began to explain it to me...

Babaue - Grandmother.

Jijiue - Grandfather.

Hahaue - Mother.

Chichiue - Father.

Ani-tachi - Older brothers.

Wow! And the drama will only increase as I get further into the story! Please, review!