IKIGAI
"The reason to be."
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Page XV
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"You are going to your country?! Again?!" I didn't find strange to hear such indignation in InuYasha's words. He never liked me going back to my home, despite my many attempts at explaining myself. He just never seemed to agree.
"But I still let you go." You say, as you rock Moroha, who sits on your lap with her head leaning against your chest, and her thumb in her mouth. I guess is the very picture of you both what makes me not mind much your interruption.
"I'm not saying you didn't." I clarify, and I take the chance to stroke our daughter's forehead, settling her locks aside.
"More." She asks while sucking her thumb.
"More?" I repeat your request, as I'm unable to hold back a smile.
"More." She says again, this time clearer. Her one and a half cycle of life has shaped her personality, even if just a little, but enough to recognize yours in hers.
I go back to reading.
"… his questions about my exams were strange; he thought I liked to do them, when actually they were more akin to torture. Before being able to discuss the topic further, Miroku discovered something floating down the river." Upon reaching this part, I throw you a glance. I'm not sure if talking about floating heads is something Moroha should hear.
"Continue." You say, understanding my reticence. "She has already seen demons ripped apart." Your words are harsh, more so in comparison to the gentleness with which you rock our girl.
I nod, then resume the reading.
"That something were human heads, and albeit their very sight should had horrified me, horror was starting to be common in my world now."
"You still sheltered yourself behind me, though." You say, letting me see between lines that absolute confidence of yours, which exasperates me as much as I like it.
"Oh, shut up." I smile, then go back to reading. "Miroku and I decided it would be best to investigate, and for that we needed to follow the gruesome trail of heads."
"Heads." Moroha repeats, fighting against her sleepiness so that she gets to hear the end of the story; she seems to be enjoying them more and more.
"Yes, my girl, heads. All of foolish men who fell in the trap of…"
"InuYasha!" I call your attention.
You stop, your mouth agape, understanding you shouldn't continue down that path.
"A man tricked them." You say, finally.
"A bad man?" Moroha asks.
"A greedy man." You answer, and I watch how you stroke the tip of her nose with a finger.
"Gre dy?" She tries to repeat what now is a new word for her.
You and I begin to laugh, unable to hold ourselves back.
"Yes, greedy, someone who wants all the sweet berries." You say, and Moroha's eyes widen in comprehension, after which she goes back to sucking her thumb.
I continue with the reading a bit more.
"After walking a stretch, we being to hear voices that sounded much like wails. It didn't take us long to find out they were coming from a tree quite close to the river. The voices belonged to the heads, hanging as if fruits from the tree's branches."
"And then, you sheltered yourself behind me yet again." You say, then return my gaze with a confident smile.
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A/N
I really like to write about these slices of their life throughout this story. I hope you like to read them too.
Thank you for venturing down this path, that is to create, with me.
Kisses!
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
