FATHER

Last night I dreamed of my father's embrace. It wasn't a happy dream, despite how much I've wished for years to have something like a family's love. In that dream, I found him in the middle of barren land, like the rocky zone beyond the great Fujisan, and I recognized him even though I've never seen his face.

One day, not long ago, I met a wolf demon from a faraway tribe, who said I was much like my father. We didn't talk much, he was In a hurry; yet he said my father was a great warrior, and that I should be proud. Honestly, I don't know how it feels to be proud of someone you've never met. Maybe that's why I dreamt of him, to be able to see him in dreams at least. A part of me, the one everyone calls spiritual, helps me know things, and in my dream I knew that man on the horizon, in the middle of the desert and rock, was my father.

InuYasha, they say he is called, and that was the first name that came out of my mouth when I caught glimpse of him in the distance. He walked towards me with calm and confidence. His hair was white like the winter snow, and his eyes were golden like the sunrise. When he stood in front of me, his brow hardened as if holding back anger that soon turned to fury; however, in the iris of his eyes there as an emotivity which took me to ignore every other signal. I lifted my hand slightly, enough to show my wish to feel him closer. My heart pounded in my chest with the restlessness of someone who has waited the unspeakable for this, and he understood it.

I don't have the words to explain the many emotions that ran through me in the moment that his hand reached my shoulder, and with the strength of someone who knows themselves, he pulled me closer and stuck me to his chest. I remained very still for an instant, and when I began to feel the warmth of the hand holding my back, I knew I could trust, that it didn't matter all the time I spent in loneliness, that in that moment, the emptiness I've known since I understood I was lone, was ending. Tears began running down my cheeks without my consent, without noticing them, until my vision became blurred. I sought refuge in my father's chest and I felt his complete warmth and love. I knew it was a dream, even before waking up, yet I refused to be separated from him until my own conscience forced me to go back.

Today I'm on my way to the rocky zone beyond the great Fujisan, in case I find him there, in case it's true what he whispered inside my head as his arms closed around me: We are waiting for you, Moroha.

A/N

This drabble was born from the image of InuYasha hugging Moroha in the teaser from HNY. I'll only say they don't deserve the years that have been taken from them.

Kisses,

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart