MUGEN
Lesson
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For a being like myself, time is but a constant; day after day, through which all around me changes like the seasons, but nothing ever remains the same. However, ever since you entered my life, to change… has an added value.
I see you run towards me with a that overflowing energy of yours, and I hold myself back, with all the strength I can muster, of pouncing on you to protect you of every possible danger.
"Otōsan!" I hear you shout while in the middle of your race uphill, and I can't help feeling my chest swelling from that simple definition you have of me.
Throughout my many years, I've been many things… yet this one… this one I love the most.
"What's wrong, Moroha?" I wonder, an almost involuntary smile on my face.
"Otōsan!" You shout again, huffing as you reach my side in one movement, barely short of jumping.
I remain silent and waiting, as I evaluate how much your skills have grown in your four cycles of age.
"There are demons down there!" You warn me.
I feel my skin stand on end before the danger, so near you, and before my own lack of awareness of it.
How could I not notice?
How could I put you in danger like this?
"Don't worry," I tell her, as I seize her waist to place her on my back.
I notice the way you stick to my body, gripping my clothes reflexively due to the many times I've carried you like this.
I run downhill, in search of the demon you've seen, my sense of smell unable to find the being you've mentioned while fully conscious of the vulnerability I'm exposing you to right now; your mother will kill me.
"There!" You shout, pointing with your tiny finger between the bushes at the foot of the hill.
I focus my senses, to try and find that which has spooked you, but to my surprise, I only find a serpent that can't be longer than three hands.
"Is that it?" I question, to which you nod quite effusively, "it's just another creature," I add, and note your silence.
It's curious, the way that being a parent grants a sort of new sense, able to perceive when your daughter is in the middle of learning something new.
"Otōsan… "you start, calmly and reflecting, "how do you know when you have an enemy in front of you?"
I become surprised before your question; it's not the answer I must give you what surprises me, but rather the vivacity with which you've made the question itself.
However, I know quite clearly what to say.
"The enemy isn't what's important; it never is. The important part, is what I want to protect," I say with confidence.
I remain silent then, watching you reflect on my answer.
"Then… Otōsan, what's important isn't to hate, but to love."
I smile, and nod once, my chest swelling with that emotion your mother calls pride.
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A/N
I really liked to write this small slice of InuYasha's relationship with his daughter, and I hope you've enjoyed reading it too.
A kiss,
Anyara
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
