Cry For Love
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Category:
InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,382
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Chapter 1
The small child raced from the unseen attackers, her bare feet slipping on the icy pavement. Her clothing hung in tatters and did little to shelter her small frame from the bitter cold. Snowflakes danced in her wake. She chanced another look over her shoulder and saw the street behind her of those where chasing her.
Once again, she breathed a sigh of relief and slunk into the deep alleyway. She never noticed the dark limo that glided out of sight. Too many days now, other street kids tormented her, and she knew that they’d soon achieve their goal. Their threats to kill her were increasing.
She glanced up at the opening to the alley again, and saw the dark limo this time. She’d been running for so long now, her breath came in short bursts. The limo slowed as if to allow the occupant to see, then slowly glided away into the evening.
Rin found her box, the tattered rags still inside. She nested herself down into them. She was almost asleep when she heard soft footsteps approaching. The smell of hot food won out and she cautiously poked her head out. An elderly woman stood near her box holding a steaming bowl.
“Child, it is far too cold to sleep without a warm meal. Come out and eat.” Her voice was kindly and Rin crept from the box. “There you are.”
The elderly woman had seen to Rin having a safe place to sleep before and now with the Governor’s new law, any child who lived on the streets would be placed in orphanages. She beckoned for Rin to follow her into the battered apartment building. Her window was level with Rin’s boxes. Rin stepped into the warm apartment. She was amazed at how the old woman could get through the window with ease.
“Eat this, and I’ll fix your bedding. You must not sleep out side tonight.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice if Governor Sesshoumaru adopted one of us kids?”
“He’d be more likely to store ye away in a warehouse then adopt ye.”
The older woman bustled around, fixing a warm pallet on the kitchen floor. She often left her window open for Rin to escape the horrors of the streets. Not many of the street children had that, and her life was threatened because of it. The old woman had felt a deep sense of pity for the girl and had opened her home to her.
Rin finished her meal and followed the woman deeper into the apartment. A steaming bath awaited her and she began to strip. She was about to jump into the tub when the woman’s voice scolded.
“Nay, Child. You might harm yourself.” Her hands settled on Rin’s shoulders. “Test the water first, so you don’t burn yourself.”
Rin stuck her toe into the water. It was a bit warm to her cold foot, but after a few moments it felt great. She eased into the tub and scrubbed away the dirt and grime. The woman washed her hair and helped her from the tub. She dressed Rin in soft pajamas and lifted her small frame into her arms. She carried the child to the pallet she’d made and laid her down. Tucking her in, she smiled.
The last image Rin saw before sleep overtook her was that of Governor Sesshoumaru making a speech on the television. His dark suit was accented by a white bit of fluff that hung on his shoulder.
“I vow to rid the streets of these unfortunate souls. They will be placed in orphanages and helped to be one day placed in a home..”
Rin fell asleep. Her dreams were filled with images of grandeur. The governor held out his hands to her offering her one last hope of a life off the streets.
Outside a dark figure crept into the alley. A clinking of breaking glass sounded and the dark barrel of a gun poked into the curtains. A muffled shot sounded, crumpling the older woman. She slumped to the floor. One more muffled shot, the sleeping child’s peaceful slumber deepened.
The dark limo stopped again and a white haired figure leaped from the driver’s seat. He chased the figure down, tossing him to the ground. Governor Sesshoumaru stepped out of the limo and walked to the window. Moving the broken glass he crept inside. His heart stopped when he saw the one child who made him re-think the common folk. Her dark hair, still damp from a bath, fanned out on a pillow. He moved the blankets and saw a small dark crimson spot, ever growing. Her breathing had ceased long before he got to her.
“Yasha, bring me Tenseiga.”
“Yes, Sir.” Their eyes met for a brief moment, then the driver left.
He returned a few moments later with a ornate sword. Though simple in looks and design, it had an ornate look to it. Sesshoumaru took the sword, feeling it pulse. He pulled it from the covering and slashed the air around the girl. He laid it on the floor and lifted her up. Her head rested on his shoulder as life surged back through her. Her lungs filled with air and her eyes opened.
A quite shocked golden gaze was the first thing she saw. He helped her stand, then moved to the old woman. Using the sword once more, he brought her back to life.
The old woman accepted the offered hand and rose with help.
“I will repay you any expense you spent on this child.”
He scooped Rin up, held her close and left the apartment.
Once again, she breathed a sigh of relief and slunk into the deep alleyway. She never noticed the dark limo that glided out of sight. Too many days now, other street kids tormented her, and she knew that they’d soon achieve their goal. Their threats to kill her were increasing.
She glanced up at the opening to the alley again, and saw the dark limo this time. She’d been running for so long now, her breath came in short bursts. The limo slowed as if to allow the occupant to see, then slowly glided away into the evening.
Rin found her box, the tattered rags still inside. She nested herself down into them. She was almost asleep when she heard soft footsteps approaching. The smell of hot food won out and she cautiously poked her head out. An elderly woman stood near her box holding a steaming bowl.
“Child, it is far too cold to sleep without a warm meal. Come out and eat.” Her voice was kindly and Rin crept from the box. “There you are.”
The elderly woman had seen to Rin having a safe place to sleep before and now with the Governor’s new law, any child who lived on the streets would be placed in orphanages. She beckoned for Rin to follow her into the battered apartment building. Her window was level with Rin’s boxes. Rin stepped into the warm apartment. She was amazed at how the old woman could get through the window with ease.
“Eat this, and I’ll fix your bedding. You must not sleep out side tonight.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice if Governor Sesshoumaru adopted one of us kids?”
“He’d be more likely to store ye away in a warehouse then adopt ye.”
The older woman bustled around, fixing a warm pallet on the kitchen floor. She often left her window open for Rin to escape the horrors of the streets. Not many of the street children had that, and her life was threatened because of it. The old woman had felt a deep sense of pity for the girl and had opened her home to her.
Rin finished her meal and followed the woman deeper into the apartment. A steaming bath awaited her and she began to strip. She was about to jump into the tub when the woman’s voice scolded.
“Nay, Child. You might harm yourself.” Her hands settled on Rin’s shoulders. “Test the water first, so you don’t burn yourself.”
Rin stuck her toe into the water. It was a bit warm to her cold foot, but after a few moments it felt great. She eased into the tub and scrubbed away the dirt and grime. The woman washed her hair and helped her from the tub. She dressed Rin in soft pajamas and lifted her small frame into her arms. She carried the child to the pallet she’d made and laid her down. Tucking her in, she smiled.
The last image Rin saw before sleep overtook her was that of Governor Sesshoumaru making a speech on the television. His dark suit was accented by a white bit of fluff that hung on his shoulder.
“I vow to rid the streets of these unfortunate souls. They will be placed in orphanages and helped to be one day placed in a home..”
Rin fell asleep. Her dreams were filled with images of grandeur. The governor held out his hands to her offering her one last hope of a life off the streets.
Outside a dark figure crept into the alley. A clinking of breaking glass sounded and the dark barrel of a gun poked into the curtains. A muffled shot sounded, crumpling the older woman. She slumped to the floor. One more muffled shot, the sleeping child’s peaceful slumber deepened.
The dark limo stopped again and a white haired figure leaped from the driver’s seat. He chased the figure down, tossing him to the ground. Governor Sesshoumaru stepped out of the limo and walked to the window. Moving the broken glass he crept inside. His heart stopped when he saw the one child who made him re-think the common folk. Her dark hair, still damp from a bath, fanned out on a pillow. He moved the blankets and saw a small dark crimson spot, ever growing. Her breathing had ceased long before he got to her.
“Yasha, bring me Tenseiga.”
“Yes, Sir.” Their eyes met for a brief moment, then the driver left.
He returned a few moments later with a ornate sword. Though simple in looks and design, it had an ornate look to it. Sesshoumaru took the sword, feeling it pulse. He pulled it from the covering and slashed the air around the girl. He laid it on the floor and lifted her up. Her head rested on his shoulder as life surged back through her. Her lungs filled with air and her eyes opened.
A quite shocked golden gaze was the first thing she saw. He helped her stand, then moved to the old woman. Using the sword once more, he brought her back to life.
The old woman accepted the offered hand and rose with help.
“I will repay you any expense you spent on this child.”
He scooped Rin up, held her close and left the apartment.