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Memoir of Rin…

She ran.

Out of the room, down the stairs, out of the house, out of the yard, out of the neighborhood she ran, her small bare feet burning. She wasn't sure exactly how far she ran, all she knew was that she had to get away. After all, they were going to send her away again anyway.

The sky had long since darkened, heavy rain falling on the cold streets of Tokyo. She didn't care, she just kept on running. Before she knew it, she had run too far, a pair of headlights quickly moving towards her. She didn't move, suddenly feeling a wave of relief wash over her.

The car stopped a few feet from her. She could barely see the form come from out of the car through the heavy rain. The person stood tall with a lean build. He was dressed in a business suit, his features sharp and defined, a long sheet of hair cascading down his back. He had an almost ethereal beauty about him, but the most beautiful thing about him were his eyes- thin, focused, sharp, with an intimidating stare.

'Angel…'

He said nothing to her, merely hoisting her up with one arm as the other held a large black umbrella over them. Silently, he had placed her into the passenger seat, and before she knew it, they had driven off.

She panicked.

At each stop, she tried desperately to open the car door with renewed fervor, stories of what happened to children who got into cars with strangers flashed through her mind. He made no motion to stop her, merely watching her futile attempts with no sign of emotion evident on his face, but in his eyes was a hint of something close to pity. As she desperately searched outside the window, she looked in the rear view mirror. Her hair was matted around her face, her face and limbs covered in numerous scratches from running through the trees and other flora. Her eyes were an eerie tint of red, her nightgown torn and soaked to the bone.

He spoke first. "What is your name?"

She jumped, staring at him with uncertainty. His deep stare was enough to calm her, but she didn't reply.

"I am not going to harm you," he said, a barely noticeable hint of aggravation in his voice, "believe me, if I hadn't picked you up, someone who wanted to hurt you would have."

She didn't respond, averting her eyes. She had moved as far away from him as possible, trying to hide from his powerful gaze. She realized they had long since stopped the car parked against the curb, the rain slowly becoming lighter.

She turned her attention back towards him as he exited the car. Coming around, he opened the door, letting her out.

"Despite what you think, I'm going home," he said, waving her off as he walked in the other direction, "do as you please."

She could tell he was surprised as two small hands grabbed his sleeve.

There was a moment of silence as he watched her. She seemed to be deciding something her mind, her arms trembling as she held him.

"…Rin."

He watched her. "What?"

"… My name… is Rin."

Session Twenty-One- Caged Bird

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"Kohaku…"

She smiled, watching his sleeping form. Rin curled up in the small chair, which was scooted up near the bed. She had been visiting him for almost a week now, his condition slowly improving.

Her eyes motioned to the sketchbook that lay on the table next to his bed. "I had always wanted to draw like you did…"

Closing her eyes, she whispered softly. "It was like some gift you had been blessed with, some sort of magic power you could use to create your own world. You could be what you wanted there, live where you wanted, life the live you want. I would kill for that sort of gift."

Opening her eyes, she gazed at him. "You know me better than anyone else, Kohaku," she began again, "you knew what it was like… to lose loved ones. That was why I felt close to you. Most people see this happy little child who has moved on from the grief. It's harder for children… because they don't know what that kind of pain is like. It hurts more than any physical pain. That family presence you were so used to is suddenly absence. Spending birthdays and holidays alone, nothing can make you feel more…"

"… defeated…"

The whisper had come so softly she had to turn again to make sure it was real. "Ko…haku?"

"I'm not… dead…" His voice was monotone, but his face was constricted, as if he wasn't sure whether to feel relief… or regret. His eyes remained closed, his body unmoving as he spoke in a quiet tone.

"Can I ask… you a… question?"

There was something about his tone that made her uneasy. She nodded hesitantly.

His head turned to the side, facing the window. Slowly, Kohaku opened his eyes, squinting as he adjusted to the light coming through the glass. "If a dream doesn't come true… does that make it… a lie?"

She remained silent, not really sure what to say. Smiling, he turned away. "Forget it," he said, quickly changing the subject, "just… stay with me… for now?"

She smiled, taking his hand, making sure to be careful of the needles. Her large brown eyes shone brightly with a mixture of joy and relief.

"… always."

'Name: Inuyasha (no last name given)

Age: 16, no, 19

ID Number: 716342

Offense: Grand Theft Auto…'

He closed his eyes, stretching out on the small cot that sat against the wall of the cell. Most of the small room was dark, only a small window bringing in the late afternoon sun. It was constant reminder of what he was missing.

He spent most of his days in here, not exactly friendly with the other delinquents. He was the oldest of them all- they knew that he wasn't sixteen, and shunned him for it. He didn't care, he felt the same way, kids from seventeen to eleven claiming to be gangsters and felons. He was not convinced, and had showed his distaste after several of those "gangsters" had showed likewise. He had beaten them all without so much as a scratch. He was now in solitary confinement for it.

He sighed, sitting up and leaning against the brick wall. 'Two months next week…'

He didn't look up as he heard the large metal door open, but the disdain was clear on his features. "What?"

"You have visitors."

He didn't look at her as he sat down across the table. "What do you want now?"

Kagome ignored his harsh tone, motioning toward the two people standing against the wall. "This is Miroku and Sango, they're my friends. We need your help."

He let out a snort. "With what?"

"Naraku," Sango replied. She saw him visibly twitch at the mention of the name. "Do you know where he is?"

"Naraku…" he repeated softly, averting his gaze. He looked out the large window, his brows furrowed, as if he was deciding something. "Well, you're wasting your time. I don't know anything."

"You're lying," Sango remarked flatly, earning a glare from the male across the table.

He shrugged. "What if I am?"

Her response was a folded piece of paper slid towards him. He looked at it warily, then at Kagome, who nodded towards the paper. He unfolded it. It was a news article, dated about a week ago. "Teen shot in school attack"

"What the hell is this?" he asked, his eyes skimming over the article.

"Sango's brother was almost murdered by Naraku. He also killed her parents three years ago," said Kagome.

There was a long pause. "Sorry, can't help ya. I'm not a snitch."

He watched their reactions. Sango had begun trembling slightly in annoyance, only Miroku's presence managing to calm her. Kagome, however, remained impassive. She stared at him, her eyes unreadable. "Miroku? Sango? Could you leave us alone for a minute? I have to speak with Inuyasha."

They left without a word.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

He looked up, staring at the girl across from him. "What-"

"You know what I'm talking about!" she snapped, "Sango needs your help! Half her family has been killed! She has been terrorized by this man and you don't even care!"

"Listen!" he shot back, "I'm sorry for what happened to her, but I am not getting my ass killed for some strangers! Naraku's got eyes from the department of juvenile justice to the penitentiary. The moment I'm out I'm dead! Besides, if he goes down, several hundred guys just like me are going with him. As much as I hate the bastard, I can't let that happen to them!"

"They're your friends?" Kagome asked softly, "if these guys are as loyal as you are… where are they now? Did they try to save your when Naraku stabbed you? Have they ever come to see you…?"

He remained silent. Kagome turned, heading towards the door, but not before sliding an envelope across the table. Inuyasha watched her.

"Sixty-sixth street."

She turned. "What?"

"There's a fancy restaurant on sixty-sixth street. His lackeys are all over town, but he does most of his dealing there. There's a hidden door in the walk-in freezer," said Inuyasha, looking away.

She smiled. "Open the envelope, Inuyasha."

He eyed the envelope, but picked it up all the same. He pulled out the paper, and read it's contents, his eyes widening.

"Naraku's not the only one who knows people," Kagome whispered, "see you next week… Inuyasha Higurashi."

Rin's got a memoir, Kohaku's woken up, Inuyasha's been adopted, and all is right in the world…

Revising will begin on Monday. I will be editing, revising, adding, removing, detailing and really work on it. My beta has been chosen. (That is, if they decide to respond…)

Now, I've wanted to answer a few questions that everyone has been asking.

1) Why is Miroku so OOC?

Well, you have to understand: Would you let a guy who molests you live in your home?

Besides, very few people actually know who Miroku is outside of the pervert. He is actually perfectly in character.

Why so much Inu/Kag? This is a Miroku/Sango story!

Call be an equal-opportunity writer. A lot M/S fans tend to be completely prejudice against I/K pairings because they claim they "steal the spotlight from the 'real' couple." There's enough love for everyone people!

Preview of Next Chapter:

"Sesshoumaru-san, there is someone here to see you."

"Who is it?"

"Your… brother…"

Posted 2/5/05