A/N: Yay! New chapter! Uh, I recently adopted a friendly stray dog who walked around my neighborhood and front yard with Moon, his name is Reed, I wanted to call him red because he has a weird orange colored fur but then again Red sounds so normal.

BTW for those of you planning on getting pets please adopt from your local shelter, there are plenty of good healthy loving pets waiting for a home. They not only cost less but if their a mutt of a dog like Reed they usually live longer with less health issues. So please have a heart, think twice before buying that puppy at a pet store he may be from a puppy miss (which means it's very likely he'll have problems in the future from bad crossbreeding) or that purebreed-their average lifespan is 8 to 6 years, they're more likely to come up with any cronic issues the breed has which may raise your vet bills sky high besides the fact that you already paid at least 5K for him.

So please think about adopting (they pay even have a purebreed waiting for you)

Dedicated to Reed because he was all beat up when we first found him, he's a good dog.

Chapter 4:

"Do you think I should be concerned?" the silver haired man was bent over the large silver grey couch, tossing a 'Takashi Tennis Team' ball into the air only to the catch the furry blue ball in his hand again.

"About?" a young man across from him, his black blue hair cut short with a thin rat tail falling from the back, his bulky frame sinking into the fluffy seat.

"Shiru of course, she's living without a Mother. I can't really understand her situation and how she's dealing with this all, and I think she's far to calm, she doesn't even have temper tantrums like I did. I'm just wondering if all this is normal." He turned on his side to look at the dark blue eyes of his friend, his gold eyes sharpening with an earnest gleam in them.

"Well all kids are different, I'm sure you were much more spoiled than Shiru ever was. She's probably is more confused than she may seem, her brains still trying to understand what it means for her mom to really be gone. I mean, she looks at the pictures everyday so she obviously knows something's missing. And about her being rose by only a father, I think you'll do fine. My father raised me all alone, I don't remember my mother." The man shook his head at several points he brought up.

"But that's still different, you lived with your father all your life it's not like Shiru at all. For her it's much more complex; to be that young and lose pretty much everything that was once in her life, kids need to stable childhoods so they turn into pissed off teens so they turn into crazy young adults so they finally become normal adults and good parents."

"Ya like that's so normal, dude you should just be friken glad she ain't a screamer or a crier. I'd hate to have a cry baby liven with me." The man spoke with cusses attempting to make a point to the Hanyou.

"Why the hell did I call you over, you're a fucking dumbass. Where the hell is Sango when I need her!?" The silver haired hanyou lay back on the couch throwing the ball at the humans head, hitting him in between his eyes. He groaned rubbing the spot where the ball had made impact with his nonexistent brain.

"Hey I consider that an assault man."

"And I consider the shit you said to me on the phone about Shiru sexual harassment, were you like masturbating while I described her to you?!" He laughed at his friend's expression; the pale faced man shook his head remembering the conversation like it had happened seconds ago. Inuyasha had called saying that he was having girl trouble describing Shiru's issues, what she was like and what she would normally should be like. But his idiot of a best friend asked how old and how busty.

"What the hell man, that's sick. You didn't tell me she was a basically a baby!"

"I though you could tell, I don't talk about women like that. I usually just talk about boobs and ass."

"Which obviously Shiru has neither." The silver haired man smacked him on the head, looking out eastern the glass wall. There in the gardens was young Shiru pouring water on the smallest plants bellow the trees with her young weak body she lifted the heavy pail in her small arms, the green plastic was at 1/3 of her body size. Her little arms lifted the pail watering the dying daisies and flowers. "But look at her; she's so cute for three. Actually makes me want to have a kid."

"Shut it man, the only thing you like to do is have your penis shoved up a cunt."

"Hey… ain't that Sango out there?" he pointed out the window at the young tanner woman walking towards the child. Her brown locks long and flowing as she walked towards the tinny child, the little girl looked up at the woman her blue eyes sparkling.

"Jou have big brown eyes…" she pointed at the woman's face; her eyes were a soft red-brown hue. Much different from Rin-Chan's eyes, rather they had a sad gleam in them that made you want to stare and figure out what she was thinking.

"Thank you. You must be Shiru-Chan." The child nodded her, her small legs crossed as she sat on the damp ground her waterproof winter overalls protecting her from both the cold and the water. "Aren't you cold?"

Shiru shook her head, "No Inuwasha makes me wear this stuffs that he bought me for winter. He said everything's double layer so I don get cold or wet." She nodded noticing the fact that her overalls, though they were a baby green color, were made with a special rough waterproof fabric. While her sweater was a Takashi child favorite, a light blue colored wool to keep any child warm and a soft fabric with the same purpose as the one on her pants but since the clothing was made more for children in less freezing conditions it had a softer feeling to the touch.

"Do you wanna help me water the plants? Green says if I water the plants everyday he don they'll live longer."

"Who's Green?" The woman's hand went to her brown locks of hair in confusion.

"Tomochi the gardener, he lets me call him Green but he keeps calling me Shiru-Sama. I told him to call me Silver." The child explained as she stood lifting the large pail to water the next plants, "well wanna help?"

"It's ok I'll just watch."

"Ok" she continued pouring water on all the other plants with a happy smile, her blue eyes sparkling as the dirt sucked up the water. Her little shoes pounded as she went to the next plant, the woman followed watching as she skipped the roses and went to the last of the lilies.

"Why don't you water the pretty roses? They look like you're starving" she asked in a soft tone.

The child looked up at her with a frown replacing the smile, her blue eyes looking at her as she turned away to lift the bucket again she whispered "I don't like roses…"

"She's like an old soul." The woman spoke as she drank the warm tea a smile on her face as she watched the child draw a picture with her blue, red, and yellow marker. Since she couldn't manage to find the rest of the pack, she assumed she'd left the rest at school.

"What do you mean old soul; she's three going on four. She can barely manage to tie her own shoes." The young father's rebuttal was that of a misinterpretation.

The woman shook her head letting her brown flecks of hair wave as she did so "No I mean her soul, not her body; it just… seems that she has everything figured out. Like as if she's already done this journey. I've never seen a kid with such intense eyes."

"They've always been like that. Hey kiddo!" the man called the child she looked back her head tilted to one side "Why don't you get your picture book? Sango wants to see what you looked like as a baby."

"Ok." She stood dusting off her pants and heading off to her room. When she returned she was holding the hand of the tall dark blue haired man, "I found Mr. Miroku; he was getting hit by Hanna."

"I swear you just keep getting lower and lower don't you, Hanna's 21 and happily married."

"Hey I didn't know." Shiru walked to Sango passing her the stained yellow with age baby book. Turning it right to wear her father disappears and her mother's belly appears.

"Wow she takes after her mom, that's a good thing." The woman scratched the child's head softly petting her ears "try not to be too much like your daddy ok?" she said with a toothy smirk.

"Ok!" she responded quickly.

"Sango, let's try to keep the hate on a minimum scale." The man said smacking his idiotic friends head; he groaned touching the spot were the clawed hand made impact with his head.

She turned the pages taking special attention to the eyes of both her mother and father, neither of their eyes pronounced adulthood nor independence. In fact just the opposite, the woman's eyes were childish and dependant on those of her silver haired hanyou. Even after having the baby her blue eyes did not change, she seemed much like a child holding the small hanyou creature; the first shot of the baby's blue eyes were more understanding and adult like than her own mother. As the child grew, the eyes grew from understanding to knowledgeable to a universal sort of feel. They were strangely enchanting. But as she looked from the pictures to the child's blue eyes she noticed a strange look in the left eye. But shrugged it off as nothing more than a normal thing, after all she was a growing toddler.

"I still say she's an old soul, those eyes are way to adult like to be those of a baby." She said this again to her friend/boss.

"Sango-San, look at the drawing I did." The child held a paper up for her to see, with the blue she'd drawn a dog running for a ball with the yellow a cat sitting down next to a red round person—rather than stick figure—the eyes filled in with the blue.

"Wow this is so pretty, which one is your favorite color?"

"White, it'll never make a mistake no matter how much there is." The child giggled at the woman's face, it was hard to believe she was only three.

"Which one do you like better dogs or cats?" she spoke again trying to connect with the child and understand how her mind worked so simply and obviously to leave anyone breathless.

"Both, the neighbor lady had a doggy named Willie and a Kitty named Millie. Willie was a big, big doggy! And Millie was a fluff ball! And they use to play with me while I was at their house."

"Do you ever want a pet?"

"Uh-Hu!" she nodded a large toothy grin on her face as she looked towards her father.

"So explain again why we're at a Zoo?" The black blue eyes of the man looked around the childish park; shoving his cold hands into his pockets in anger.

"Because Shiru said she wanted to go to one, and she never asked for anything and it's not like we were doing anything anyway. Besides now you can spend some quality time with Sango rather than just grabbing her ass" the silver haired man spoke in a matter-a-factly tone of voice. Looking towards the fast walking women, little Shiru holding both their hands as they led her to the lions cage.

"Whatever possesses a kid to go to a zoo in the beginning of winter is beside me and dude shouldn't you be wearing a hat or sunglasses and stuff? What if people recognize you?"

"C'mon man what are the chances of people going insane over a business man?"

"Well look around, I don't think your 'I'm a completely normal Hanyou with no good points what-so-ever' speech is working." Miroku pointed at the women starring, stars in their eyes. People began apporching at a fast rate whispering 'Is that Inuyasha Takashi?' 'what's a hot Hanyou doing here?'

"I ain't Inuyasha Takashi people! I'm just a normal guy!"

The woman began to back away ignoring him once again.

"Nice man" the human gave his friend a high five smirking with him and just as they were basking in the glory of being able to be normal two calls made everyone turn a head at the silver hair hanyou.

"Inuwasha!"

"Takashi-Sama!" The two called, somehow Shiru had contacted Kagome and made her come along with them. YES! Of course they had to call out his real name!

"Takashi!!" Many of the ladies screamed "Kyaaa!!!" their reaction equal to that of meeting a famous singer.

"Dude, if I was you I'd run my ass off."

"Good idea." He turned and began running towards his child held under the pits by the young woman, which looked much like her mother real, and being lifted up into the air with a bounce. The child giggled as the blue hair of the woman tickled her face. She lifted her holding her in her arms as if it were a seat. The two looked at the silver haired half demon, his pale face showing inexplicable fear—well at least to them. But behind him ran a hoard of women holding napkins and paper, sweaters and jackets; along with pens markers even lipstick! All they wanted was a signature or a picture.

"Inuwasha?"

He stood in front of Kagome and the small child she held, hiding mostly the girl out of view. "Takashi-Sama, will you sign my jacket!?"

"Or maybe just this paper!"

"Oh, please!"

"Listen ladies, I'm on holiday. I don't give sign things on holiday, you understand right?"

"Well what about a picture!"

"I've got my cell!" flashes started going through the crowd all photo graphing the smirk he gave off.

"I wont be doing any pictures neither." He turned around squeezing the little silver hair girl; lowering his head he spoke in a whisper making sure no one could hear him but his two companions. "I want you two to run back to the car when I say, make sure no one gets a picture of either one of you. Pull on your hoods and keep your eyes shut whenever you can." The two did as they were told pulling on their hats and hiding as much of their faces as possible. He turned pushing them through a straight open path "Now!"

The woman ran the child nuzzling into her chest, the famous Hanyou ran behind them turning left at a random path letting everyone follow him rather than the child he wished to protect from this insanity of fan-girls and even various fan-boys. The woman paused standing in one of the alley ways next to large poster, putting down the child to relax for a moment "Who're they?" the silver haired girl asked, her little fangs showing as she bit on the joint of her index finger.

"Fans, remember your daddy's famous. Everybody wants to meet your daddy and get an autograph from him." She paused, panting in-between sentences, attempting to catch her breath, "all he wants to do is keep you safe from those weirdo's so you have to trust him." She took her small pink hand, feeling the transfer of warmth. The two looked carefully out to the diverging streets that led to other animals. The wind blew pushing back the child's hood, then forward letting her silver hair flow out the dead give away of the Takashi family. Just then a picture was snapped, one so muted and silent it could barely be heard by the strong hanyou ears of Shiru. But yet she turned sensing that a being was watching her, and another photo was shot one showing the face of the girl, her piercing light blue eyes—as described by Sango—the eyes of a old soul. Her doll like structure was obvious, her small hands barely peeked out of her heavy sweater, her brain attempted to solve the puzzle of the sound but she was pulled away by the woman far too quickly for her brain to process that photos had been taken of her and the blue haired human by none other than a poor reporter in great need of a story.

Day's later he spoke the same, his coffee in hand as he walked through the carpeted halls of the building. His silver hair tied up in a neat braid, just above his butt it landed. "Um… morning Mr. Takashi." The greater spoke in a strange tone, his face engrossed in a news paper. 'Hopefully looking for a new job', thought the hanyou. The odd stares and strange greetings continued throughout the morning till finally, someone, specifically the brown haired woman and dark blue haired man he considered to be friends.

"Yo, Takashi, have ya read the news paper today?" they held the paper low; making certain he could not see the head lines.

"No, what's up?"

"Just try not to explode." The woman spoke in a serious tone, no sarcasm involved. She lifted the paper for him to see, 'Takashi Heir Found?!'

"The hell!?" he grabbed it reading the section story, 'It seems the Takashi's bloodline still continues going, although their oldest refuses to have children. But how is it possible that we didn't see this kid to start with? She's at least four, obviously she's been hidden; where? We're not sure, but we're determined to find out more about the child's blood line and whether or not this human could be her mother.' Short as the story was it was headline news!

"Damn, they just have to involve Kagome in all this crap."

"Speak of the devil" Miroku poked his pissed off boss, pointing to the elevator.

"Get over here," with a fast pace she gripped the man's tie pulling him back towards his office, "They think I'm her mother! This could easily become a bad thing or a good thing, what are we gonna do Sir!?"

"I-I'm… not sure." He lowered his silver haired head the ultimate pedigree hair for a signature Takashi.

"Right now as we speak there is a crowd of reporters fighting to get into the building, if you don't go out and come clean about the child we may have a riot on our hands. I know this does not concern me but where is she right now?" A taller man stood before the two, his silver mane long and flowing, pointed elf life ears graced the side of his face and his golden sickle like eyes glared at the young Hanyou.

"School of course." He answered this as if it was so obvious, well where else was a young child to be at this hour?

"I'm assuming its Rin Tao's class."

"Ya, what of it?" The Hanyou snared, his elder brother annoyed the hell out of him. Couldn't he at least pretend he cared about the girl he married? He felt bad for Rin, having to deal with his silence and appalling nature, day in and day out.

"Have her take Shiru home, worst comes to worst we say she's ours. You are not to let anyone know that she is yours, you're a Takashi Inuyasha remember that, this isn't just about you it's about our business. It does not make an impression if an unmarried man has a child."

"I know that moron! You don't think I care as much as you do, HELL, I care more!! I have to work hard every damn day because of how people judge me and all you have to do is flick your wrist and not a soul will care!" He growled loudly, his patience was wearing thin, having first to deal with the rudeness of reporters and now the idiocy of his, full demon, brother. He turned away and grumbled as he walked to the elevator, jabbing the L button as if it had been the one whose actions aggravated him so. Exciting when the contraption finally opened he went to the front doors, fixing his face with a hard certainty that could either make you feel nothing or a real fright.

"Mr. Takashi, is it true you have a daughter?"

"Where have you been hiding her all these years?"

"Are the pictures fraud?"

"Is the woman holding her hand her mother?"

Questions rapidly flew from one reporter to another; the black leopard demons growled and held back the journalists making certain they did not cross the line. He took a deep breathe, it would be so easy to say that they were obviously fake; but then again he thought, wouldn't this be making more trouble? How would Shiru react if she ever found out? Worse what if they found out the truth? Idea's and reactions flew through his head till finally he settled on one. Holding his hand out, asking for silence, the crowd quieted down—now it was impossible to ask them to stay quiet, but it was good enough, and so he opened his mouth and let the words fall out of his mouth—which, at the moment though his brother, could easily be replaced by his ass "Yes, the child in the photos is real, she's my three-going-on-four year old daughter. The woman in the pictures is not related to her in any way, her real mother is gone from this earth."

"And where has she been these few years?" a woman called pointing the back of her pen at the man.

"With her mother, of course."

"And why haven't we heard about her, I mean you were never married, or was this done behind our backs?"

"No, I've never been married; she was my college sweetheart we were together for four years and then she left me, pregnant with my child and I didn't know. Several weeks ago a lawyer came to me with her explain the situation and I chose to take custody of her."

"And so why didn't you tell anyone in the press about this, didn't you think we had the right to know?" Another person yelled out, this time it was a subtle voice and sounded more like a human than a demon. "She could easily become a child star like you, why keep her a secret?"

"I guess… I just wanted her to continue that normal life she's been living, it's healthier than being rich." It was such a simple line yet the reporters shot their pictures, wrote the line down faster than they're pencils were meant to move, and it was this line that set everything in motion.

"So what are you going to do next?"

"I suppose I should just introduce her to the world at some later date. No further questions." He stepped down heading back up to see his brothers glaring face.

"I told you not to make a moron of yourself." He snarled in that same mono-tone voice that he spoke in no matter the situation.

"Did I? I assumed taking your process of action would have only made things worse, after all the truth does come out as you can see much easier than the lies." The young man smirked watching as his brother's face twisted, unable to think of a comeback.

"Hey, listen up kiddo, we're gonna go to a big event." the silver haired man spoke as he pulled on his special red shirt, a little recently bathed hanyou sat on the large bed covered by a fluffy pink towel.

"Okay." She nodded her just longer than shoulder length silver flocks flowing. He noted that she needed her hair cut soon.

"There're gonna be lots of people there, and they're gonna want to talk and take pictures of ya. I want you to smile and be cute, and could you call me dad or daddy." He added as his fingers fumbled with his black bow tie.

"Can I?" her head tilted as she asked this, he couldn't recall telling her to call him dad rather than by his name. Had she wanted to call him father?

"Course, you can always call me Daddy kiddo. But there's more, I need you to be a really good girl, and… uh could you do what I say, try not to wander 'cause there'll be lots of weirdo's too." He pat her damp head then jumped into his new black trousers.

"Okay." She stood to pull on her clothes, with some help of her father they managed to get her into the cream sleeveless dress with several pink silk layers fluffing the bottom, along with a red bow 'round the center.

"What should we do with your hair? Do you wanna tie it up?" she shook her head, "leave it down?" she shook her head again "What then?"

"Mommy use to put a bow on the bottom like this," she lifted the album on her side and showed him a picture where she'd just gained most of her teeth and was missing merely one, and just as she said a bow was tied to what is usually left when the hair is tied into a braid.

"I think I can do that."

In the end the two left their hair to be done by Otonashi, whom kindly fixed the hair to Shiru-Chan's request. Both with a red bow, Shiru's thinner and more like string, Inuyasha's thicker like that of a real bow. The man settled on black leather shoes to finish his black and red suit, the child finished with red leather slippers that shone bright like candy and a lighter than red sweater. The two driven by Godai, their human butler. She sat patiently in her booster seat letting her blue eyes wander and inspect the large black car, unsure of what to expect besides flashes and many people poking and prodding her like at Christmas dinner with her mother and family as a younger toddler.

Her father watched carefully as Godai pulled up against the red carpet, flashes already going off from the people restrained behind the lines. He looked to the child kissing her forehead as he unbuckled her, stepping out of the car he looked to the journalist only to bend down and help his daughter with the jump down from the car to the ground. He held her peachy hand as they stepped around the car, flashes of pictures were taken she flinched at first not use to the light her father paused letting her blue eyes adjust to them. When she finally opened her eyes they walked hand in hand, she looked around at the people in awe. She'd never seen groups of humans and demons stare at her with interest, only in disgust, it was something so amazing she had to blush.

She smiled as people gushed back with pink faces, even regular reporters who felt their job was as boring as life could make it flushed pink, it was such an uncontrollable thing and as contagious as the Swine flu. Difference was you wanted to catch this child's gaze, the innocence was obvious, she didn't know right from wrong anymore than she knew her lefts from her rights. When they finally made it down the red carpet to door he lifted the girl by the arms, letting everyone get a photo of their smiling faces, she pointed outwards at the crowd before looking down at her silver haired daddy. He carried her in his arms to the inside where around stood men and women all in fancy dress and suits. More formal than the skirt the little hanyou wore on Sundays when her mommy took her to church even though she didn't quite understand the old monk who spoke in silly rimes and odd prefixes.

Looking at all the pretty women in red and black dresses, blue and silver and many other combinations it was like the models in her mom's magazine had all came out of the glossy paper to dance and chat. But they seemed so strange to her eyes, the first couple to come up to her were from her fathers business, one whom helped with the youth's clothes catalog. They were asking for her to model in their next magazine for heavy winter's sweaters, jackets, and home slippers. But her father merely smiled and said he'd think about it then. There were so many people from her fathers business she could barely keep up with what department; there were sports clothes, sports items, sports equipment, charities, house goods, cooking goods, kitchen utensils, couches, windows, paint, books, even toys literally anything and everything she could think of. Then there was her grandfather.

He didn't seem old in anyway, his silver hair hung down below his long mane hung down even below his thigh. She looked up at his golden eyes, noticing the hints of yellow with age; his cheeks hollowed slightly with age but it did nothing to his looks but made him look rather older his skin a pale white color. But looking at his wife she was young with a round face, and though she reminded Shiru nothing of her mother in any way her shinning grey eyes had a soft look in them, reminding her of her mother in the mornings or after a long nap. "Wow look at her she's so tinny for three she's like you Inu-Chan."

"Mom!" the man groaned, hearing the nickname for years ago, from all the way back when he was his own daughter's age.

She cuddled the little girl lifting her into her arms, she'd always wanted a girl, one to put a little pink bow in but then again now she had a granddaughter "Don't call me grandma ok? That makes me seem so old, just call me… Yaa-Chan, ok?" with the child in her arms she felt the lightness of her; even her son had been heavier than her at two. She wondered if that was normal, but looking at the child she seemed normal and healthy as any other she assumed it was just the gender difference.

"Okay Yaa-Chan." The child giggled, her large silver ears twitching, there were so many smells so many sights so many things around her she could barely keep track. She wondered if she would see Hakudoshi, he had said his daddy was famous too. But right now she was looking at her grandfather wondering what to call him.

"Just call me Granddad, or whatever else you want. And Inu, you batter take good care of her, try not to mess her up too much."

"Why does everyone say that?" he groaned again taking his daughter from them, "I think you guys are gonna mess her up if you keep treating me like a baby."

"Well you are our baby no matter how old you are." Said his mother, scratching at his silver head she was careful not to mess up his beautiful straight hair look. He turned at the sound of a squeal, it was Rin-Chan. Behind the ecstatic woman was an apathetic Sesshomaru, his idiot half brother.

"Father, Izayo, Inuyasha, Shiru; Good afternoon." She looked up at his stiff face then over at Rin's overjoyed face as she spoke with Yaa-Chan about random things her ears did not pick up. She couldn't believe that this man who in her language would be simply called 'boring, stinky, even scary and creepy' she couldn't see where he'd gotten such an attitude.

"You're scary." She said to his face, she saw his darker than silver eyebrows arch as her father put her down. "Who are you?"

"This Sesshomaru has no time for simple childish questions. I am your fathers older full demon half brother, my mother was a beautiful full-demon who died before her time while my brother's mother is a young fragile human. Much like yours was."

"My mommy was pretty too, she had pretty blue eyes lots prettier than mine." She felt the need to explain to this man that her mother was much different than any other mother and couldn't ever be compared to any other mother no matter how human; to a little hanyou with silver hair and puffy cheeks dotted with soft brown freckles she was more than just a mother she was life. "And my mommy was soft like a pillow and she had long hair that was like the night time. She was real pretty." The tall demon looked at her pearly blue eyes, she wasn't afraid of him. She didn't know the meaning of fear, besides snuggling up to her mother during a big thunderstorm fear was a nonexistent to her. So it was impossible for this man to look at her and make her shake, she could only stand proud her hanyou features obvious he nearly felt discussed knowing this thing was his niece so he was glad for the interruption of his brother. He could finally look away and catch his breath.

"Ok then, you thirsty kiddo? How about we get a drink of water before we start answering their silly questions?"

"Kay." She held his hand as he turned walked towards the bar to see if they had anything child appropriate. His demon brother whispered a word of advice in that same monotone voice he spoke with but in a hushed sound, one that only his trained ears managed to pick up "Watch it."