I Do Not Own InuYasha
Wasuremono
忘れ物
Forgotten or lost things;
An item left behind somewhere or forgotten at home
V: 2
20, February, 1994
General Hospital, Tokyo, Japan...
Fujimori Akimitsu had not had a good week, the Tokyo Butcher was raining havoc and leaving no leads, and now there was this case. Zaizen Rin was one of the most famous missing person cases in history because there was literally no trace of the girl until now. And now, as he stood in the living area of the Higurashi Shrine he was stunned to see that the girl had left a trace, it just wasn't what he had expected.
The kid was unexpected, but thankfully in one piece. Thank Kami! The kid also had a birth certificate naming Zaizen Rin as the mother and Nishikawa Kai as the father. Kid's name was Zaizen Bakusaiga, why on earth a mother would name their child exploding crushing fang was beyond him but the kid was pretty cute. Eyes were a strange color, slightly amber, very bright, but otherwise, Fujimori Akimitsu thought the kid looked like any other few month old, healthy baby, though it was clear the kid wanted his mom. No amount of rocking, bouncing, pacing, or singing was calming the kid.
Getting to the hospital he would've taken the kid straight to his mom, but Child's Service's was sending a representative. Which left Akimitsu holding a hysterical baby that hadn't stopped crying since he'd been found a few hours earlier by Dr. Higurashi Kōki. His partner, the kid, was still a kid and hadn't known what to do with the baby and skedaddled to find a doctor before Akimitsu could even order it. He should've known though, Yūdai was a young bachelor with no younger siblings or nieces and nephews yet, kid probably didn't even know that both ends of a baby were dangerous.
"I know, I know," Akimitsu soothed as he paced the hospital room. "You want your mama, your mama was fighting like hell to get out to find you," he murmured. Nothing was consoling the kid though. Dragging a hand over the heavy hair the kid he noted that it was wild, sticking up in every direction regardless of how he petted the hair. "You know, when my kids were your size all they wanted was mama, but that's not who you have right now so cry it out kid, get it all out now because your mama's pretty weak right now. A fighter, but she was hurt real bad kid, so let it all out now.
"Inspector Fujimori," the child services representative stood there, and he scowled at the woman. "I'm here to interview the mother and check over the condition of the child," she said.
"Yeah well, get in fucking line, woman was attacked, you ain't holding her kid hostage!" he snapped as he cuddled the little kid closer. He didn't know what sort of mother Zaizen Rin was, but after seeing the damage she was willing to do to herself and others to get to the kid he would put money on her being a damn good one.
They made it to Rin's hospital room where he saw her laying there, restrained and sedated, her eyes were open though and they fought to be fully open when she saw the bundle in his arms.
"There's mama," he pointed for the crying baby who looked over.
"Bakusaiga," she whispered tiredly.
"Found him in a bush, well, the Higurashi family did," he said as he walked over. His partner appeared; the kid was so skittish around the baby he was finding it funny. "I'm Inspector Fujimori Akimitsu, and the kid over there is my partner, Inspector Iwata Yūdai."
"Thank Kami," she whispered as he brought the kid to her, she reached but found herself restrained. He undid it deftly and she held out her arm tiredly for the kid.
"Here you are," he murmured putting the babe in her arm, immediately the sobs from the kid stopped as the kid seemed to nuzzle his mother's throat. Akimitsu undid the other restraint and sat in a chair that had obviously been occupied by one of her relatives.
"Now, Zaizen-san, can you tell us what happened? How did you end up in the well?" He asked her, pulling out a pen and paper, he was itching for a cigarette but wouldn't smoke around a baby or in the hospital. His wife would probably materialize to kill him if he did that. He didn't think to press the girl about where she had been, for she was found now and that was all that really mattered.
"I was going to the Higurashi Shrine to see if they knew where my parents were," she sighed tiredly. "I've only recently returned to Tokyo and remembered my past, so I went looking."
"The traditional garb?" he asked.
"I grew up in a traditional home," she sighed tiredly. "I knew I shouldn't have gone to the shrine so late at night, but I was so excited about having memories again that I rushed there to look for answers."
"I see, and did you have a lover with you or something? Perhaps the father of the child?"
"No, I didn't, he's…it's not relevant," she replied weakly. "It's just Bakusaiga and me now, and that's enough."
"So, the shrine," Yūdai pressed. "What happened?"
"I don't know really, one moment I was there, and then the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I hid Bakusaiga and suddenly there was a man, he had a katana. I had… I had a knife," she admitted and rubbed the back of her baby as she tried to think.
"He came at me, I tried to disarm him, but he was too fast, so I tried to lead him from Bakusaiga, he shoved me into a room, I remembered falling down stairs. There was a sharp pain, and a heavy weight, I think he stabbed me then, I think… I think I cut him up, but he was wearing armor."
"Armor?" He asked.
"Hai, I thought it odd, traditional samurai armor, he didn't even have it on correctly," she muttered tiredly. "I kneed him, hard as I could, we were already on the stairs, he didn't have balance, was forced off me, and I pulled the weapon out of me. I tried to fight him but he threw me, and I fell in the well. That is all that happened," she admitted. "Then I awoke here, with my family here."
Rin didn't let go of the baby in her arms, she was terrified of doing that, though she had no memory of birthing the child. Everything was foggy, wrong, there was something, someone missing, she couldn't even remember being pregnant or being kissed. But it felt as if she had been, she could remember lips on her, an intoxicating scent around her, a passionate, endless love that made her feel invincible and vulnerable, but safe. Always safe. She couldn't remember it though or remember who made her feel safe. Right now, she felt very scared, alone and vulnerable, so vulnerable.
No, everything in her head felt strange… discombobulated.
She had grown up in a traditional house, she remembered that much, it was true, an elderly woman had taken care of her. She remembered a strict house, stern rules. She remembered a lot of work, hard studies, kenjutsu, tantōjutsu, she remembered lots of other martial arts too, there were blurred memories friends, a life, all vibrant, lively, but dull, utterly dull. It wasn't… it felt like a dream, it felt like something a yume no seirei would set upon her, but she kept that to herself.
"How'd you know how to fight him off?" the younger inspector said, she turned her eyes onto him and sighed.
"I grew up doing martial arts," she answered. That felt true, very true, she felt she was missing something though as she nuzzled her pup, no, baby, kami help her calling him a baby felt wrong.
"I see," the inspector said.
"Could you give us a description of the man who attacked you?" the older inspector asked her.
"He was soft," she answered.
"Soft?"
"Hai, soft, he wasn't… he relied on brute talent and weight in a fight, it wasn't skill. His movements were sloppy but strong, he was fast though, surprisingly fast for an amateur," she answered. No, that wasn't right, she remembered. She had been… he was skilled, but she had been surprised… why couldn't she remember? And why was she saying what she was saying? It didn't… this hadn't happened to her.
"Could you describe him?"
"No," she admitted. "He wasn't muscular though, very soft."
"Noted."
"And he smelled," she murmured against Bakusaiga's hair.
"Like what?"
"Like cheap cologne and piss," she admitted. That wasn't right, he had smelt of sakura blossoms, pipe smoke and sweat, his hands were heavy when they had groped her breasts… she shook her head. "Gomen, that's all I can seem to remember," she murmured tiredly. Bakusaiga nestled in her arms and he started pawing at her breast. She didn't know what compelled her to act as she did, but slowly she did undo her gown and the pup latched on with a ferocity which startled her. Suddenly there was a coat over her, and she smiled a little at the older inspector.
"You've helped us out a lot," he said. "You were very brave too."
"I was fucking pissed," she stated firmly.
"I'm sure you were, I will go get your family for you, we'll get the guy who did this," he said softly.
"Um… sorry about, Bakusaiga," she said with a wince realizing that she probably shouldn't be so casual about this.
"First time mom?" he asked her.
"Hai," she nodded.
"You're doing fine, kid, I already had three, nothing I haven't seen before, though I think you made my partner blush," he chuckled.
She smiled a bit as she peeked under the coat at Bakusaiga who was still determinedly suckling. "I'll be back for that coat, be careful, the doc wants to check you're not straining yourself," he said.
"I'm not, I've had worse," she replied softly. She didn't know why she said, just felt the absolute truth in her statement of having survived worse. No doubt this had been near fatal, but everything in her screamed that she had survived and done worse. It was a brief chat with the doctor and the stranger who had come with the inspectors before she found herself alone again. Bakusaiga was still greedily suckling and she closed her eyes.
This felt natural, felt right, he was hers, but at the same time it did not feel as if this was… right. She could not, for the life of her ever being pregnant or lactating, and yet now, now there was a pup suckling. Rin winced a bit as that warm, wet mouth gummed her tit, there was a bit of pain but it was like a relief ache which had her head falling to the side as she watched her pup. She couldn't seem to think of the pup as a babe, and she didn't know why, tracing his cheek lightly she thought there should be two magenta stripes on each cheek.
The pup's peered at her from pale magenta lids and she smiled at him.
"I don't quite remember you, but I'm never going to forget you," she whispered promisingly to the pup in her arms. She yearned for the comfort of someone to be around her, to hold her, to protect her, brilliant amber eyes seared into her mind's eye. He should be here, he deserved to be here, why wasn't he here? Her aching body reached for the baby supplies, the red and white quilt spilled over the railing for the bed and she caught a piece of paper. Pulling it over to herself she opened it.
Birth Certificate of Honolulu, Hawaii, United States of America
財前爆砕牙; Zaizen Bakusaiga
Born December 7, 1993
Rin was flooded with memories, a laugh, a warmth, laying in a bed tangled up with a man waves crashing outside the window. In her heart this didn't completely wrong, but it felt like there were things missing.
Father: Nishikawa Kai
Mother: Zaizen Rin
The name didn't sound right but it created a dull ache in her heart as her head fell back and she fought off tears. This was all correct but not right, and she didn't know what was missing, or even why it was missing.
"Mama's going to take care of us," she promised her pup softly. "Everything will be alright."
20, February, 1994
Shanghai, China...
Sesshōmaru sat in a dull business meeting in a new tower of Shanghai, he couldn't seem to focus, something was different, what he didn't know, but it was distracting him as he stared out the window at the water.
"Is this acceptable?" Jaken asked holding up the proposed territory rights between the yōkai clans, yaoguai tribes, and goemul communities. Looking over the maps of the proposed divides and trade proposals he thought about it carefully. As an Emperor of the Spirit World he was subsequently drawn into these matters of making sure things ran smoothly in the supernatural, which was rather tedious. He wasn't one for bureaucracy which the damn kami seemed to adore and inflict upon his realm, he'd have rather had everyone cease politics and just speak plainly. As such he was an Emperor of few words, which kept all the bloody politicians on their toes around him.
Finishing his reading he looked up at the people and signed before standing to leave. Everyone in the room bowed lowly to him as he left them behind and made his way to the elevators. For the most part, for the sake of neutrality, he conducted meetings like the one had just left in the mortal realm so no one could accuse him of favoritism, he even moved the mortal cities they met in routinely; else he'd have been inclined just to leave all of his business in Tokushima so he didn't have to leave his homeland. Once he and Jaken were in the elevators he closed his eyes.
"My lord, Princess Han Ying Yue has confirmed the restaurant reservations for nine o'clock," Jaken timidly informed him.
He nodded as he opened his eyes.
Something was calling for him, something was pulling at his dead heart, but what? Sesshōmaru couldn't fight the feeling that there was something important that he was missing, and he should go look for it, he didn't understand. The elevator doors opened, and they strode across the lobby. Mortals instinctively moved aside for him, despite his very mortal appearance at the moment. Once in his car he motioned for Jaken to drive.
A dinner with one of his consorts was not something he enjoyed but rather endured. True, he had followed Tsukuyomi-kami's advice when his mother had carefully constructed his harem and attempted to make connections, but it felt… wrong to do more than have companionship with them. He couldn't explain his disinterest in the females who comprised his harem, it was not them, but him, he just… they weren't who he wanted.
Sesshōmaru pulled out the latest business between him and his youngest consort regarding her extinct Tribe.
Year 684...
Tsuzuki Castle, Shikoku Clan Territories, Shikoku Island, Japan...
Tsukuyomi watched Kimi-sama carefully as she walked over to the babe swaddled in Watatsumi's arms. Kimi's lethal red claws moved the blankets around the child and she stared at the babe like an inu encountering something it had never seen before. If she were in her inu form he would wager her ears would be perked with interest and her head cocked, the image amused him so much he snorted a laugh which had her amber gaze snapping onto him as her lips turned in a frown.
Though she had golden eyes, like his sister had, he didn't remember Amaterasu when he gazed upon Kimi, her beauty was ethereal, stunning, bewitching. If she weren't a daiyōkai and a servant of his he would have seduced her shortly after he and Amaterasu had divorced. Still, he was thankful for her companionship and friendship.
"It's a pup, how could you know her name if she is too small to speak it!?" Kimi demanded.
He tapped his brow and she frowned even more.
"That is cheating," she stated to him and he smiled. Fates help the alpha who beat Kimi at her own game, she could and would run circles around them all, kami included. "My lord," she tacked on absently.
"No more than you cheat," he pointed out.
"It isn't cheating if they underestimate me to begin with," she smiled rather ferally which would've normally had anyone with an ounce of sense fleeing for their lives.
"No, I suppose that isn't cheating," he conceded as he touched her mark below her eye gently. He rarely took such liberties with any living being, especially after his failed marriage to Amaterasu, but he liked taking them with Kimi. Her wild unpredictability was a delight to him because he could never figure out where he stood with her, which was half the fun.
"What are you hoping my father will help you with, we are not equipped for babes here," she stated looking back at the bundle rather curiously.
"We were hoping Shikoku could hide her in his territories while she grew so my brother doesn't… take advantage of her," Watatsumi said softly.
"Of course, far be it to allow Ryūkotsuse a lethal edge. I presume Tsukuyomi-kami knows where he wants to hide her?"
"Hai, with my sister's followers, she doesn't belong in the world of darkness," he admitted.
"Do you wish me to reach out to the Akita Clan, I am certain that we can work… diplomatically between you and Amaterasu regarding the pup," Kimi offered.
"Please," he pleaded.
"Of course my lord, anything else I can do for you?" she asked with a small bow as she accepted the child from Watatsumi. He had once yearned for children of his own, but that had not been meant to be, instead he was master of night, and the yōkai worshiped him as the humans worshipped his sister.
"Keep her safe," Watatsumi whispered looking at the child.
"Of course, I will send for mortal wet nurses and healers, and send a missive to both my father and Odate-sama," she said.
"You're still on speaking terms with him?" Tsukuyomi mused.
"I beat him, he cannot be sore about losing the hunt when he was never going to catch me," she shrugged. "Besides, he will find his own mate."
"Keep on your toes, Kimi-sama, I heard your latest suitor is persistent, and from the West."
"That Western Dog will not beat me," she dismissed as she walked off.
"I swear she just lives to challenge the Fates," Watatsumi muttered with a shake of his head.
"It's Kimi-sama," he snorted, she was probably created out of black magic even he couldn't control!
