A/N: I'm so sorry this took forever for me to write I've been having writers block and it's been difficult for me to write especially since school started, I have to wake up at like 5:40 AM!! My step mom's pregnant with twins (I'm the second daughter my father had I'm only half related to all his other children including my brother)

I've been having lots of trouble with my vision lately turns out I have this rare condition called Retintis Pigmentosa (which could be why I have crystal green blue eyes) I don't want to bore you to death so at the bottom there'll be a little explanation and stuff.

Enjoy

Chapter 7:

On a Saturday like any other, in the coldness of the beginning of winter, sat a still little figure looking out at the clouds above waiting for any sign of snow. "Inu, when's it gonna snow?"

"I don't know what did the news say?" he spoke while shuffling into the custom made suit, she pulled her toy dog behind her walking into his room, it was already the afternoon and they had done nothing but sit around and watch cartoons.

"They said it wasn't gonna snow till forever. Why are you putting on fancy clothes?" she pointed at the white suit he had been attempting to shuffle into.

"They're having a big business party so you're gonna stay here with Otonashi, and you're gonna get to bed at bed time."

"Wha!? But you pwomised to stay home!" she gripped his arm with her little hands, attempting to make her point with large blue puddle like eyes.

"I'm sorry but it was last minute, don't you wanna help other hanyou's get better jobs?"

"Ja but… today's special." She stepped back letting him change without struggle. When he was done he pat her head, feeling the soft strands of silver in his fingers, literally the only remains of his best relationship that was living.

"It's just Saturday, listen, I swear next Saturday I'll leave it open. But I've gotta go now ok?" lifting the girl and his suit case he jogged down the stairs, kissing her cheeks and forehead. Wishing her a good night he put her down and waved her off. She watched him with a sullen expression, "But today's special…" turning away from the door she walked back to her room looking at the photo she'd placed on her desk. She looked at the woman with a girl like figure and face; she was blowing out her candles for her 21st birthday. She was smiling happily with the silver haired man behind her.

Looking at the time she saw it was 4:30, with a nod of sureness she ran down stairs to Otonashi putting on the best smiling face she could. She yawned and spoke to the woman from the top of the stairs, "I'm gonna take a nap Otonashi-San."

"Ok you just relax this cold weather makes me sleepy too. Sweet dreams sweetie." She smiled from the kitchen, watching as the child walked back to her room closing the door behind her. Assuming that she'd been telling the truth this would have been the average day. Assuming that she was in bed sleeping through the muggy coldness of the day the day would have been wonderful. The issue was the child had lied; she had spoken a lie to do what most children did in their teens, sneak out. And that is why this was not like any other Saturday.

"Well at least so far the party's been fine. Why didn't you invite Shiru-Chan, Takashi-Sama?"

"I rather not risk having her out too late at night, besides it's been so long since I had a drink. I've really been needing this!" he paused the glass and strong shot already to his lips. His strong nose burning at the smell, he pushed it away his ears lowering suddenly becoming sober and unhappy, "Shiru was so sad when I left. She kept on saying today was special."

"What did she mean by special?" the woman sat in the seat next to him, asking for two bottled waters from the waiter.

"That's what I'm wondering, she usually only gets that way when it's about her mother. What do you think it could be?" taking the cool bottle, little droplets already beginning to form along the plastic, the man popped it open passing it to his kindhearted secretary.

Taking a sip she munched over it, important things that were in days? "Maybe it was an anniversary of some kind, even a birthday, or maybe the first day of something."

"… She was talking about snow, her mother had an obsession about snow and always on her birthday right before she got a chance to blow her candles out it would start to… snow… shit!" he jumped knocking over his drink. "It's her mother's birthday!"

"Ah, your cell phone is ringing." The woman pointed this out at the light and vibration coming from his pants; taking out the slick phone he flipped it open.

He growled with anger into the phone, "What!?"

"Mr. Takashi, I've been trying to reach your cell for hours!! She's missing! I think she Ran off!" the older voice on the other end of the phone was hysterical, the sobs were unstoppable and it did no help that he heard other more professional voices asking the woman to calm down. "I'm sorry! She said she was going to take a nap!!"

"I'll see what I can do." He groaned as he shut off his cell, attempting to relax, but the situation could not be any worse.

"Takashi-Sama? Is something wrong with Shiru?"

"Yes, she's missing…"

"Missing! Then what are we doing here!? Come on, come on, we need to go find her!" she gripped his hand attempting to pull him out of the bar and to his car.

"I also need to stay and speak with the presidents of several other companies." He said this in a pale voice, unsure of what to do.

The human woman, filled with rage at his emotionless state, smacked his face. "If you don't look for her I will!" and so she left, all in a huff angry. The man touched his cheek, there was no pain in her pathetic smack, she was after all a mere mortal. So he did what he did best, asked for a drink and the time.

By nine there was no sign of the girl; they'd manage to assemble a squad of police, everyone who worked in the Takashi house hold, Rin, her grandparents, even Sango, and Miroku managed to join in the search. How hard could it be to find one hanyou child? In Tokyo, about as hard as finding a strand of silver hair, not even the highly trained sniffer demons could track her down. The only thing they had of her was a note saying she was visiting her mother. But just where is that?

"Can I have two packs of those cookies there?" a brown haired boy who seemed to be about the age of fourteen pointed at the thin rice crackers. "And two packs of dried seaweed as well."

"Of course sir. Ah, welcome!" The woman behind the counter said in a cheerful voice, a child had come in; wearing a comfortably fluffy red jacket, blue mittens, a blue scarf, and a blue hat with space for her obviously pointed ear. He looked around; attempting to ignore her presence, seeing the smokes he pointed and spoke "One eagle eye pack of smokes."

"Ok." She said while putting the things he asked for in a plastic bag, "that'll be 6.89" he passed her a ten dollar bill not bothering to count his change and began walking out.

"Can I have that cake?" she pointed at the orange and light yellow one in its white box, it was a small cake to be shared with about two people or less. "Yep, that'll be, 15.50"

Holding the money out the little girl asked, "is this enough?"

"…Uh, you're short fifty cents…" the child dug through her pocket finding that she had no more money to give the lady. "Here." The boy went back passing the woman the remaining fifty cents taking the cake in its bag and box and putting it in her small mitts.

"Thank you, Onii-San." she smiled showing off her pearly white fangs.

"No problem." He walked out of the store being followed by the little girl, he groaned in annoyance after noticing her not leave his trail "aren't ya heading home? It's late ya'know." He looked back at her stopping and glaring at her with black eyes.

"I can't, I need ta bring this to my mommy first." She answered.

"Great uh, where does she live cuz I'm heading to the cemetery ya'know." He scratched his neck the cold steeping though his thin winter jacket.

"I'm going there too; can I go with you Onii-Chan?" she asked this with pink cheeks and an irresistible pout, her silver hair fluttering around with the cool winter breeze.

"Ya, I guess, and stop calling me Onii-Chan" she walked to his side, adjusting the cake in her two hands.

"Then what should I call you?"

"I don't know my name's Kohaku Tomochi, and I'm not old so call me something with a 'Kun'." He started up walking up the dimly lit hill the child keeping in step with him having trouble with holding the cake and not dropping it.

"Kohaku-Kun?" she looked up at him from under a lamppost, her blue eyes and cheeks both sparkling from the light.

He nodded, "That'll be fine. What about you? You've got a name right?"

"Yep, Shiru Takashi…" he, though for a moment wondering where he'd heard the name before but shook it off watching as she wobbled, the cakes weight throwing her off balance lifting the cake for her holding it in his right hand next to her he smirked.

"Well then if you're giving this to your mother and I helped you buy this cake it would be a real waste if you dropped it, I'll carry it for you. Don't worry I wont run off with it, I'm not the kind of person to eat sweets."

"Okay! Thanks Kohaku-Kun." He pinked from the child sweet innocence, thanking god that it had been him at that store and not some old pervert. You would think a kid would know better than to talk to some old stranger, but some children were just too innocent for their own good. Their hike was quite silent, but it wasn't so bad, their family stones were separated by one stone so although the hike was cold and dark it was not too separated.

"Why are you here Kohaku-Kun?" she opened the cake placing it on the ledge where those smelly candles were to be burned.

"To visit my parents."

"Do you live alone?" she looked at him slicing the cake, smiling at the orange filling—her mothers favorite.

"Not really, I live in a boarding school for boys and girls so it's not empty."

"No I don't mean like that! Do you got other family?"

"I have my sister, she said she was gonna pick me up today because I got in trouble but then some kid she knows got lost so they're out looking for her. What about you? A small kid like you's gotta have some kind of family, surely you didn't come here by yourself."

"I do but my daddy's busy and couldn't remember it was mommy's birthday," she looked up at him holding out a slice of cake for him, "so I came all by myself. I even took the train."

"How do you plan on getting home, you didn't even have fifty cents for a cake." He took the slice eating it, even though he did not like sweets it was not like him to turn down any opportunity or food.

"I don't know, it doesn't matter though. I just wanted mommy to know that I still loved her." She ate another slice of cake leaving the rest for her mother; the boy took out the crackers, seaweed, and smokes. Passing a pack of the seaweed to the girl he took out a cigarette, while she munched on the hard salty naturally green treat he lit it up. "Smoking isn't good for you."

"Neither is running off from home to buy a cake for your dead mother and not having way to get home." He took a drag of his smoke then spoke to her again, "where do you live anyway?"

"Tokyo"

"Ah, my sister lived there too. I guess I can take you home, but your dad totally owes me after this." She nodded smiling happily.

"Thank you Kohaku-Kun!"

"In return you can't tell my sis that I smoke."

"Promise! Cross my heart and hope to Never die! If I lie I swear I'll eat a needle pie!" she crossed her heart and smiled, the boy laughing at her adaptation of what most children said.

"Well then, if we're going to Tokyo we better go now before it gets later." He held out his hand for the girl, his cold pale hand was much larger than the blue mitten she wore over her hand. It would take at least three hours to get back to Tokyo and the girl was already half asleep, lifting her up and onto his back he carried her down the rest of the steep hill, pausing under the same lamppost to look up and see snow.

"Hey look Kohaku-Kun it's snowing…"

"It sure is."

"It sure is nice to get away from the wife and kiddies sometimes ain't it Takashi?" the drunk man draped his arm over the hanyou's shoulders; "Eh? What's the matter with ya, you're usually all for the drink, you haven't even taken a spit man."

"I though you said we were going to discuss about getting better jobs for the hanyou's?"

"Oh we were dude, but then like half the guys were wasted and just went home so here we are. Is that why you stayed here sober?" the man laughed walking off to his drunken buddies, leaving the silver haired hanyou looking at his reflection. What kind of father doesn't go looking for his daughter and stays waiting for a meeting?

"Sir, you're Takashi-Sama correct?" he nodded at the waiter, "Well it was just announced over the police radios to keep a look out for your daughter. Shouldn't you be looking for her?"

"What do you know!?"

"More than enough, my children are all hanyou's. They all feel things and do things that only they understand, I guess it's the hanyou way. Not being neither a demon nor a human makes you wonder what you are and what you're doing here on this earth. If what the papers say are true then she might not have ran away but maybe she's looking for something that isn't at home." He spoke while drying the cups with a new clean rag.

"And what could that be? If you're so smart."

"Herself?" the demon looked at him with plain green eyes, they were strange and seemed to be changing colors.

"Smart mind demon ain't cha." Lifting a fifty dollar bill he passed it to the demon—even though he did not need to pay him anything.

"Thank you sir." He smirked as the young man ran out of the hot bar and out to the cold drunken streets of midnight Tokyo. As he looked everywhere for a small figure all he saw were drunken men and couples, he began to worry. What if a rapist had gotten her? Or a man with a fetish for dog eared children? There were so many options and he had no time for them. He paused before getting hit by a car making a turn and looked across the street. There was a child there crying loudly sobbing.

He walked to the child knelling down to see if she was his, rather instead he saw a little cat demon "What's the matter kid?"

"I'm wost! I went to wook at the towys and then I couldn't find my mommy!!" she cried loudly, her fuzzy black cat ears reddening in the cold.

"Well how long ago has it been since you saw your mother?"

"'Bout twen minutes…" she rubbed at her eyes looking at the silver haired dog.

"What's your mom's name?"

"Nadako…"

"Ok then, let's start calling for your mommy." He lifted the child to his shoulders, "start yelling, and if you see her just tell me."

So together with the little girl they screamed to the top of their demonic lungs, tears began falling from his face, could Shiru be crying in a corner street looking for him just like this girl was. "I see her, I see my mommy mister!" she bounced pointing in front of him. The woman had black fur all over, longer fur in the places a normal human like demon did and tinny bristles of fur where a human didn't, and the same pointed ears of her daughter. Even a tail, putting down the little girl the two held each other. Tearing up from the worry of her missing kit.

"Thank you so much Mister." She lifted the child holding her tightly in her arms, smiling at him.

"No trouble at all." He tried to wipe away his tears before she noticed but a cat was too sly for him.

"Why are you crying sir?"

"I'm worried about my daughter, she's run off and away, she's about the age and height of your daughter with silver hair and pointed silver ears. Her eyes are blue and her name is Shiru." He explained this to her quickly, using his hands to demonstrate her most obvious features.

"I'm sorry, well, there ever she is I'm sure someone will help her. They say good things happen to those who do good deeds. Since you helped me find my daughter I'm sure someone will help you find yours."

"Thank you… I hope so too." He walked off and away searching for the young child again.

"Good luck Mister!" the child waved at him with her black paws, who said black cats were a sign of bad luck?

Through the cold wind, and the falling pecks of snow the woman went down the streets of Tokyo asking any sober soul she saw if they had seen a small girl with silver hair and blue eyes anywhere around. All merely shook their heads and wished her luck. She stopped 'round the train station but with no luck continued to search, least till she—literally—ran right into a certain hanyou. His hair was in a disarray fashion, cheeks flushed red from the cold, hands pale white and golden eyes filled with worry.

"I thought you said you were staying till that meeting?"

"I was, but they were all drunken fools. I'm just as moronic as they are, staying behind to wait for a meeting rather than looking for my daughter. And you, you were out here looking for her since the beginning. You're not even related to her in any way… I'm such a—"

"Idiot!!" she finished his sentence, her dark blue eyes glaring at him with a strange anger, "You're an Idiot Takashi-Sama!! You need to learn a lot more before you can take care of Shiru all on your own, and even then you're gonna need to learn ten times more and twenty times faster. God of all the foolish things you've done, this probably tops them all, we're not talking contracts here this isn't something that you can just try again to win next year. This is a life we're talking about."

"Screw up once you never get another chance usually. I would think by now you'd have that figured out, I did after my mom died, what's taking you so long to wake up? Shiru's giving you the chance of a life time, the chance to redeem yourself and I swear you're just wasting it away. Grow up would ya!?" she stood up, holding herself steady.

"I'm trying, but I've never had to do any of these things before. I've never had to wake up in the morning on time and drive safely. I'm just learning these things now; I am growing up, but not as fast as Shiru needs me to. So I need some help sometimes when I can't understand what she's thinking." Gripping her thin hand, he felt her warmth on his freezing palm, "so help me… I can't do this alone. I can't stand up by myself how can I stand up for both of us?" she gave him a weak tug, pulling him back up to his feet, the snow beginning to collect on her hat. Taking off her scarf she wrapped it around his neck, making sure it was covering as much as it could.

As she spoke puffs of white warm air came from her mouth "Fine, but if you act like an idiot one more time I'm gonna have to hurt you." She pulled his hand and the two together began calling out the little girl's name, passing by the train station one more time they called out her name. The human slowly beginning to tire out, looking around for any familiar face she was shocked to see Sango's younger brother.

"Hey Kohaku! What are you doing here, this late? I didn't even know you were here in Tokyo."

"I just got here"

"But wasn't Sango 'suppose to pick you up tomorrow?"

"Ya but see, I went to the cemetery and there was this little kid there all alone and she couldn't afford to buy a cake so I lent her fifty cents and her moms family gave was like right next to mine and we started talking. Anyway, turns out she had no way of getting back home, so I felt kinda bad and took her home. And here she is." He turned around, holding a small silver haired girl, her flushed face pressed to his back.

"Inuyasha! It's Shiru-Chan!"

"Wait, wait, you expect me to believe that this kid is a famous Takashi?" he paused looking at the silver haired man and gasped. Damn had he been right, he passed the child over to the man casing her to wake.

"God you freaken scared me, never do that again!" he cuddled the girl in his arms, snuggling into her neck breathing in her scent.

"But it was mommy's birthday… you forgot it…"

"Why didn't you tell me then? We could have gone"

"I did, I said today's special! But you said you were busy! So I went alone." He nearly smacked his forehead, but instead he spoke again.

"I forgot until Kagome helped me remember, you forgot that I'm stupid. I need you to remind me of anything and everything. I'm just glad you're safe and sound."

Kagome kissed the girl's forehead, "You can't just run off like that."

"I left a note, honest I swear, didn't cha read it?"

"Yes, but your too little to be out on your own like that, next time you have to ask us first. No matter how bad you wanna go."

"Okay…" she yawned, being paced on her father back.

"Come on Kohaku, you're sisters probably still out look'in for Shiru." She put an arm around the boys shoulders, "You're not too old for hugs now are you?"

He paused thinking for a second a smug look on his face, "Naw, not yet at least." She smiled walking back behind her boss, holding his cold clawed hand.

Yep, just the same old Saturday… I guess.

Well first of all thanks for reading please reveiw!!

Second of all what is Retintis pigmentosa? How is this affecting me?

I'm sure you're all wondering what this condition is so just read and if you wanna find out more just do some research.

The point is I'm slowly losing my central vision/outer vision. It's incurable and when I get older like towards my 40-50's up I'll be completely blind. They assume it's in my genes because my mother's family has a history of blindness and bad eye sight my father's side also has several cases so now I have it. I mainly have a problem with my rod photoreceptors. It's hard for me to see ceratin small things and colors--which is why my art teacher has been scolding me quite often.

My central vision is least affected because of this but my outer vision like the edges of my eyes is dark and makes me have to turn my head to see things correctly. You can search it up on the internet, I've actually had this condition since I was born I've just never had any trouble with it. I just assumed that everyone sees the same way I do. So some how those strange traits that people like about me—that I turn my head to look at people and only look at them—that my eyes are like crystals—that I'm a complete kluz—and that I'm short although people in my family are tall, all of these are because of the Retintis pigmentosa!

Thankfully my hearing and learning have not been affected by my condition, yet but at some point I will start having a feeling of being blind. Hopefully my hearing will stay prefect as it is, the doc says I hear better than most normal people and especally well for a person with retintis pigmentosa.

So it's because of this I have a lot of extra troubles in my life, I've got to deal with it anyway because there's no way for me to cure it.