Her Parent's Daughter
(Disclaimer: I do not own Yashahime cause if I did I wouldn't separate Moroha from her parents)
Moroha hated it-
Moroha grew up not knowing her parents. All she ever had of them were stories of their tales and character. Other than that, and the memento they left for her, she had nothing. Most of the times that Moroha encounters friends of her parents, they would tell her how she reminded them of her parents, that she was the perfect combination of the two.
Moroha hated it.
Other times she would often think, how do her parents look like. Some say she resembles her father; others would say her mother. How could she know? She doesn't even have a memory of them.
Luckily, back at the Higurashi's, they showed Moroha pictures of her parents. For the first time, she got to know their faces. As much as she wanted to bring one photo back, she didn't. There was this unexplainable feeling inside her, she wanted to turn her back from them, to completely forget. She survived this long without knowing them, she doesn't need them.
Moroha hated it.
She would find herself looking at her reflection in the waters when she was alone. Moroha would silently point out features of hers that she got from her parent. One look at their photos and Moroha has them memorized. From the kind smile of her mother to the piercing eyes of her father. She would leave feeling disappointed. She couldn't see them on herself… she convinced herself.
Moroha hated it.
"Inuyasha… Kagome" Moroha would whisper their names. It felt like tasting a foreign food that she couldn't make out the taste. It was weird for her… how much more by calling them her parents. What kind of parents would leave their children behind? Moroha didn't know the reason why she was left with the wolf tribe. She didn't want to ask, the answer may be too much for her.
Moroha hated it.
"I envy you. I don't have a single beautiful memory like that" Moroha commented to the lady. She didn't mean to say it, it was a slip of the tongue, but it was true. Maybe if she wasn't separated from her parents that wouldn't be the case. Life was lonely and gruesome. Moroha was alone with no family of her own. Her cousins had each other but her? Moroha could only lean on herself and nothing more… but there should be more.
Moroha hated it.
Moroha hated being her parent's daughter… because she never really felt like it.
"Moroha!" "Moroha!" "Moroha!"
Moroha would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat whenever she had that dream. The image was blurry, but she could make out two figures trying to reach her. Before, she would be confused about who were those people but now… It only made it more painful for her. The only comfort she has was the rogue. She would clench it hard and curl herself. That would at least provide her with some warmth.
Moroha hated the feeling of longing… she hated to long for her parents. She hated missing them more. She hated hearing how much she was their daughter. She hated knowing them when there is no hope for them to meet again. She hated the fact she served as a reminder, a legacy of her parents to people who knew them.
"I don't even know Inuyasha and Kagome… why do I even care"
But Moroha cared. Deep inside her, she wanted to know them more, to hold onto the memories of her parents from others. Moroha wants to borrow those memories and make them hers, she wanted to be able to hold something of them… even if those aren't hers. A reminder that she was the daughter of Inuyasha and Kagome.
Her mischievous smile, her caring nature, her need to protect her loved ones, and her eagerness to run straight to battle were parts of her that Moroha held close. Those were the things that people told her that she got from her parents. Her brash nature and the way she moves, she kept it. It was something of Inuyasha and Kagome she could hold.
Moroha would act bored or uninterested when hearing stories of her parents, but she listened. She listened and kept that information to make a memory of them. From their battles to the funny stories they had, Moroha appreciated them. At least from those, she would get to know them even just a little.
Seeing Sesshomaru and witnessing the times she has come and helped them made Moroha jealous. She didn't show it but it was there. Not only do Towa and Setsuna have each other, but they had their father. The great demon lord, Sesshomaru, Moroha has heard stories of how her father had some fights with him. That made her uncomfortable with her uncle, she wasn't sure if she was uncomfortable with him or was that just an effort of hers to be like her father.
"Moroha!" "Moroha!" "Moroha!"
Those familiar voices… Moroha looked around and saw her parents calling for her. Her chest started feeling tight, her heart was beating fast, and her throat felt so constricted. Moroha could feel her eyes stinging and without even thinking about it, she blurted out words she thought she would never call them.
"Mom… Dad"
Moroha stopped and always went to them, but she remembered she still has something to do. She had to help Towa and Setsuna… but going to her parents wouldn't be bad, right? She just needs to go to them, that's all.
"Moroha, don't worry about us! Go on!" Inuyasha screamed. "We'll meet you soon Moroha, I promise" Kagome continued. Moroha was mirroring her mother, there were tears in their eyes. Moroha wiped away her tears and showed them a determined look before going off. Somehow… she finally understood, she was her parent's daughter.
Moroha stood in a clearing, finally, it was over.
"Moroha!" she expected to see Towa or Setsuna but she was greeted by her mother's hug. Soon she was enveloped in two arms, Inuyasha stood and took Moroha and Kagome in his arms.
There was warmth.
This is what it feels like to be hugged by your parents. There was warmth, there was comfort, and there was safety. Moroha let her guard down and released her tension. There was also wetness. This time, Moroha would not wipe away her tears. She would let them flow for now. She would let herself be a child of her parents.
"Mom… Dad… I missed you"
Moroha loves it.
Moroha loves the feeling of being safe in her parents' arms. She loves the feeling of finally meeting them and getting to know them. She loves finally seeing the face of her parents up close. Seeing the same eyes that look back on her when she looks at her reflection. Moroha loves when she calls them mom and dad, and them being able to comfort her. The unfamiliar and uneasy roll of her tongue when she calls is long gone. She loves this, and for Moroha this was truly her first beautiful memory.
Moroha loves it.
She was indeed her parent's daughter.
A/N
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