Konnichiwa, mina-san (everyone)! I bet you all were wondering what I was up to this whole time I haven't updated, and here it is. (even though I was just sitting on my ass for a lot of that time) (sweatdrops) I haven't abandoned my other stories by any means, and I hope to have them all updated soon. This is the latest creation of Fluffy'sBabe (also known as Marisa) and me. We'll be switching off in writing the chapters. Marisa has the next one. I just couldn't resist putting this out a little earlier than I originally planned, because I'm very proud of it J . If you have any questions or comments, please feel free to leave them in a review, and we'll answer them to the best of our ability, thank you! Now that I'm done babbling, on with the fic! Hope you all like it! Toodles and ja ne!
Sesshomaru is Mine/Abbey
Disclaimer: We obviously don't own InuYasha, and that sucks, because he's really pretty. Neither do we own any of the anime/manga's other characters, or any of the places or things we mention about Chicago and so on. And also, we don't own Chicago by Frank Sinatra, and Dreams of Our Fathers by Dave Matthews Band, for which this story is named.
Dreams of Our Fathers
Death of a Mob Legend
It was that time in the morning when the people were first coming out onto the streets, before all the usual hustle and bustle a city like Chicago had to offer set in. It would not be this quiet for long. So quiet, the music from one resident's radio could be heard, descending down from one of the apartment houses' windows…
Chicago, Chicago, that toddling town
Chicago, Chicago, I will show you around-I love it
Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy's Sunday could not shut down
On State Street, that great street, I just wanna say
They do things they don't do on Broadway
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man. He danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago, my home town…
Up early as usual, the young, red-headed paperboy earned his pay standing at one particularly busy corner. "Extra, extra, read all about it!" he shouted, "Notorious mobster and swindler, Inutaisho Kakkera is dead at 42! Full cover story! He left behind three sons and a daughter to claim his throne of crime! Mr. Kakkera escaped jail time on four different occasions! Funeral to be held this morning and conclude with burial in Bachelor's Grove Cemetery right here in Chicago! Preceded in death by his two wives, Shinju and Izayoi! Died of syphilis on the eighth of June, 1947! Full details only in the Chicago Tribune!"
"I'll take one," replied one man. He paid the paperboy, and walked across the street, reading the main headline as he went. It read in bold, all caps letters, "ONE LESS COMMON CRIMINAL: INUTAISHO KAKKERA, DEAD AT 42." The man smirked in a satisfied sort of way. "Hey, Boss, get a load of this, looks like the press finally caught on that the old hound finally kicked the bucket!"
A polished, dignified man wearing a black suit and hat that matched his slightly wavy ebony hair turned around, "The press in this town is going to the dogs if they come up with such important headlines so belatedly," he stated in an amused manner, taking the paper. He looked over the article briefly, "Kagura has left her mark on this article, I see. I can tell by the wording. 'A malicious, pugnacious criminal, the dastardly fiend who once plagued our streets.' My, my how well she has a way with words."
"It's been a blessing having her around in the press, pushing all the blame on the old man," Onigumo mused.
"Yes, but even so, that 'old man' put up quite a fight either way." The front cover featured a family portrait of Inutaisho and his four children.
"Naraku, I just noticed something. You're wearing black."
"Indeed I am." His smile grew wider with each line he read from the paper, "After all, I've lost a treasured rival. It's only proper that I pay my respects." He handed the paper back to Onigumo, "I shall have to get that framed later." He directed his gaze back to where he was looking before Onigumo came over. He was looking at a flower shop. There, a young woman was hurrying to lock the door, which had a sign on it reading "closed." She was wearing a tight skirt that reached just below her knees, and a buttoned cardigan. Her slightly curly, dark brown hair was partly hidden by a veil over her face. She was wearing nothing but black from the top of her head right down to her high-heeled pumps. Naraku smirked openly and walked towards her.
In her haste, the young woman dropped her small clutch purse, and he picked it up for her, "You should be more careful, Sango," he commented, "There are plenty of pick pockets in this town just waiting for such an opportunity." He handed it back to her.
"I haven't the time to speak with the likes of you, Naraku," she said harshly.
"I merely require your assistance, my dear. Where would you suppose Kohaku would be at this fine hour?"
"No need to be so polite around me, and as for my brother, you stay away from him," Sango stated, and began walking. He blocked her path.
"I must say, black looks truly lovely on you, what with your fair complexion. Where would you be going to be dressed up in such a fashion? A funeral perhaps?"
"I don't care to discuss such matters with you," she lashed out, and began walking again.
Naraku grasped her gloved hand, "Inutaisho was a fine man, I am deeply sorry for your loss." He gently kissed her hand.
"Please, Naraku, don't come today," she said, her tone more serious than ever, "And as for my brother, don't keep trying to turn him into a criminal."
"What can I say, I have a special interest in the boy. I will find him, if my son hasn't already." He tipped his hat and turned to leave, "Good day, Sango."
"Good day," Sango answered, out of politeness and nothing more.
'Great, now I'll be late for sure!' she thought, 'And it's starting to drizzle! This is not my day!' The streets were beginning to fill up more now. Motorcars sped by with an utter disregard for pedestrians. Sango was almost ran over crossing the street on a couple of occasions. 'Miroku,' she huffed, 'You just couldn't pick me up at the flower shop, could you? No, you couldn't, and now it's raining! I'm going to give you a piece of my mind, you blockhead!' Wet sidewalks and high heels are a terrible combination. Sango slipped, and lost her balance, falling backwards…
But she was caught. "Hello, Sweet Cheeks," the one who caught her replied. He helped her up, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and a pat on the backside.
"Miroku!" Sango uttered, surprised, and then gave him a small slap in the face.
"Still feisty as ever, I see," he replied, smiling. It was truly a comical sight, for he had a red handprint on his face. Sango giggled a little in spite of herself. "I've brought a peace offering," Miroku stated, opening an umbrella over her head, and placing the jacket of his suit on her shoulders.
"Thanks for meeting me up here," Sango said, feeling slightly guilty for slapping him.
"But still, you're wet from head to toe…"
"Don't even think about it," she reprimanded. Miroku looked slightly disappointed, but gave her a kiss on the top of her head instead, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. The two made it to Miroku's car, and they set off to the church for Inutaisho's funeral.
"Would anyone care to say a few words about Mr. Kakkera before we bring this to a close?" the priest asked. Inutaisho's four children, who were sitting in the front row, exchanged glances at each other. They certainly didn't expect such an opportunity to arise. "No one?" the priest asked again.
Slowly, Inutaisho's youngest child and only daughter, Mina, stood up. She made her way to the podium, and cleared her throat softly before speaking, "I'm sure we can all agree that my father was far from being a saint. He was…a criminal, yes, but at the same time, he had a big heart. When the depression had this city on its knees, Father stepped in and built a total of three soup kitchens for those who were starving. He cared for the well-being of his sons so much, that he did everything in his power to spare them from all the dangers of the war in Europe. And even in these economically difficult times, he still gave thousands away to charity every year. When he learned he contracted the deadly virus that would ultimately take his life, he faced his fate with dignity and grace. He fought for his life with every painful breath he took…I for one shame anyone who has the gall and stupidity to call my father a bad man. So today, we are to forget about everything else, and concentrate on honoring him, and his wishes." She looked at her siblings, "Though a few of us may be reluctant to admit it, we are in some way grateful for something Father has done. He won't soon be forgotten, not by this family, nor this city." Mina went back to her seat and exhaled deeply.
"Nice job, kid," InuYasha whispered in an undertone. He was seated next to her.
InuYasha grimaced a bit, as he always did when people called him by his nickname, "You're welcome, but did ya really have to say that?" His sister rolled her eyes. "Who cares," he grumbled, and then stood up. He, with the help of his two brothers, Sesshomaru and Battousi, and his friend, Miroku, lifted Inutaisho's casket and began to carry it to the hearse outside.
Sango followed after them. "Kohaku," she scolded, "it's not very polite to come into a funeral late."
"Sorry, Sis, but I had to do something."
"Something for Naraku and his cronies, no doubt." She stopped him and made him face her, "Listen to me, Kohaku, you can't associate yourself with those people anymore. They're murderers, Kohaku."
"Well, I'm not as stupid as you think I am, Sis," he retorted, "What about the Kakkera's, huh? I know they're all in the mob-"
Sango put a hand to her brother's mouth, "-Hush, Kohaku. There's a big difference between the Kakkera's and the Miasma gang. Naraku and his followers kill innocent people. The Kakkera's do not."
"Yeah, and how do you know that, Sango? Did they tell you?" His face became dark, "I have reason to believe that they're linked somehow to the deaths of our parents!"
"Don't you listen to Naraku's lies for one moment, do you hear me, Kohaku? Mom and Dad wanted me to take care of you. How can I do that if you're dead?"
"What about you? Look, I know you love Miroku and everything, but he's one of them."
"Kohaku, you're out of line. This isn't the time or place to discuss this."
"If you get shot and die, Sango, don't say I didn't warn you!" With that, Kohaku ran off across the churchyard. Sango watched him leave with a pained look on her face.
Miroku went up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder, "Let him go, Sango. He just needs some time."
"I know," she said, bowing her head, "Ever since Mom and Dad died, he's become so…angry. I just don't know what to do."
"He turned her around and hugged her, "Today's been a hard day for all of us. Inutaisho, despite the obvious, was a good man."
"Yes, he was," she agreed, "If it weren't for him, Kohaku and I would have nowhere to go."
Sango stood at the fresh graves of her parents. Tears filled her eyes and she held her handkerchief to her mouth.
"I apologize for bothering you when you asked to be alone, Sango," Inutaisho said from behind her.
"Oh no, it's fine." She turned around.
"I looked into it and saw that your house was being revoked, how dreadful."
She sniffled, "Yes, it is, Sir."
"So, where will you and your brother be staying, then?"
"Well, we have no close relatives, and I just couldn't burden Miroku. He does all he can just to hold onto his apartment."
"I help him out from time to time. He's a good kid, really. But I couldn't fully say he stays out of trouble." He gave her a small wink.
"No, I suppose you couldn't."
"You know, the children and I had a discussion about this earlier. We came to an agreement that you, along with your brother, should come live with us at the main house."
"Oh, no, I couldn't possibly-"
"-I won't take no for an answer, Sango. There is plenty of room, and you can stay near Mina's room, so you won't be near the boys. Do we have a deal?" He held out his hand for her to shake.
Sango lowered her head, "I'm sorry, Sir, but I can't accept such an offer. It's far too generous."
"Well, I see that as no reason for you and your brother to live on the streets. Miroku's apartment is close by, so he can pick you up in the morning for work. Kohaku wouldn't have to change schools, and he could be taken to school everyday. Besides, that house has become so drab and boring anyhow. I think it needs a woman's touch to lighten the place up again." He looked at her thoughtfully, "Still no? It would be such a loss."
"Well…I…if you're really sure-"
"-Good, it's settled then. We'll move the two of you in tomorrow. Oh and, don't mind Sesshomaru. If he bothers you about it, pay him no mind."
"Thank you so much, Sir. You don't know what this means to the both of us."
"Sir? Sir? Call me Inutaisho."
Sango smiled and nodded, "Alright then, thank you, Inutaisho."
That was a little over a year ago, right before Inutaisho found he had an incurable illness. She was used to life in the main house on the far west side by now. Inutaisho was right to warn her about Sesshomaru. However, Sesshomaru never gave her one word of discouragement. He, in fact, just ignored her. She supposed that he was the only one opposed to Kohaku and her moving in.
"Maybe I shouldn't have asked Kohaku to come," Sango thought out loud, "Maybe it brought back painful memories."
"Come on, Sango," Miroku said affectionately, "Quit being so quick to blame yourself for everything." He lead her to the car.
"Where the hell is Mina!" InuYasha shouted from the passenger seat of Sesshomaru's car.
"Stop yelling, InuYasha," Sesshomaru said sourly from his place in the driver's seat.
"I believe she is still inside the church, speaking with the priest," Battousi answered from his car as his girlfriend, Lita, rested her head on his shoulder.
"It takes that long?" Lita replied.
"Try to be patient, InuYasha," Miroku called.
Sesshomaru lit up a cigarette. InuYasha crinkled up his nose. "Deal with it, Little Brother, this is my car."
'What a crabby asshole,' InuYasha thought.
"Here you are, Miss Kakkera," the priest said, giving her a basket full of red roses, with two white ones. "Now, the white ones are for-"
"-My father's two wives, both of which have preceded him in death," Mina answered.
"Very well, shall we go on then?"
"Oh, you may go ahead, and please tell my brothers that I'll be there in just a second. I just want to say a quick prayer before we leave."
"Take your time," the priest said kindly as he left.
Mina stood up after praying and gasped. Standing not 3 feet away from her was Hakudoushi, Naraku's son, and only child. She automatically became suspicious, "What are you doing here? Come to gloat it in the place of your father?"
"My condolences on the loss of your father," Hakudoushi said seriously, "And I apologize for my father's atrocious behavior towards you and your family. I would have said this to your entire family, but I figured that you would not try to kill me, as your brothers undoubtedly would." He took her hand, and kissed it.
It took Mina a second before she spoke, for she was a bit thrown off, "Well, you seem honest enough."
"Thank you, Miss Kakkera."
He rose an eyebrow, "Thank you, Mina." He smiled a little, "You may call me Hakudoushi if you wish."
"Well, that doesn't really matter, now does it, because I won't be seeing you again. Good day…Hakudoushi." She gave a small smile back and walked out of the church.
Hakudoushi stood in the church all alone. "Good day to you too, Mina," he said softly.
"You know," InuYasha said with a chuckle as he closed the car door, "This place is supposed to be haunted." He was talking about the cemetery, Bachelor's Grove, which they were going to bury their father in.
"That's ridiculous," Sesshomaru stated.
"Yeah, what idiot would actually believe in ghosts?" InuYasha continued.
"Perhaps you?" Sesshomaru said.
InuYasha opened his mouth to retort, but stopped when Mina shook her head at him. "Who cares," he whispered.
Mina smiled at him, "Come on, Pup, let's go."
After Inutaisho's casket had been positioned directly over the grave, each of them placed the roses on top of the casket. And after a short word from the priest, they all left to the main house for the reading of Inutaisho's will.
Last Will And Testament:
I, Inutaisho Kakkera, being of sound mind and able body, do command the following upon my event of my passing:
First, to my eldest son, Battousi, I bequeath control of the entire family business and all of the family-owned industries in it. No exceptions. I trust that he shall do what is required of him to uphold my legacy. Since he is the oldest, I also award him with the deed to the main house, which is located on the far west side of Chicago.
Secondly, to my next oldest son, Sesshomaru, I award control over the family business upon his elder brother's incapability to fulfill his requirements. I also give him the deed to both of my residences on Michigan Avenue as well as my bar, Kekkera's.
Next, to my youngest son, InuYasha, I award the right to take over the business upon his brothers' incapability to govern it. I give him my residence on Wabash and my two out-of-town residences, located in Joliet and Gary.
In continuation, to my daughter, Mina, I award ownership to my residence off the coast of the Indiana Dunes, as well as my entire literary collection. I also put her in charge of the family finances, because she is unbiased. Upon her brother's incapability to take charge of the business, she shall be awarded full ownership.
Finally, to Miroku and Sango, my dear friends, I award the sum of 10,000 dollars, so that they may be able to start a home together. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness together. I also award the sum of 1000 dollars to Kohaku Taijiya, to fund any schooling he will require in the future.
To all of you, I wish happiness and health. Work together, get along, and most importantly of all, be safe, protect each other. What affects one of you will affect you all. I remain respectfully yours,
Sesshomaru immediately stood up and put his hat back on. He began to walk to the door.
"Where the hell are you going?" InuYasha asked.
"Out," Sesshomaru said bluntly.
Battousi stood up, "I don't think that would be a wise decision right now. Naraku's supporters will be out running rampant."
"I don't care." He turned around and harshly said, "You may be in charge of the business, but you are not to dictate what I do." With that, he closed the door with a slam.
InuYasha got up, "I'm going after him. He's so damn hot-headed right now that his brain won't be functioning properly."
"Be careful, InuYasha," Sango said.
"No problem," he answered before leaving.
InuYasha hopped in his own car and started the engine. Sesshomaru was already gone. "Don't tell me I have to chase that asshole down! It's starting to get dark, shit!" He drove around for awhile. "Shit, where the hell is he! Sesshomaru, I'm gonna kick your stupid face in!" Finally, he had a thought: what if Sesshomaru went back to the cemetery? InuYasha knew that even though he pretended to hate his father, Sesshomaru still felt bad that he was dead. So, he made his way back to Bachelor's Grove Cemetery.
"I told you I would outlive you," Naraku said, running his nails over the top of Inutaisho's grave stone, where he placed a single red rose, "But then, I also told you that I would be the one to kill you, didn't I? I would've fully enjoyed stripping your life from you, Inutaisho Kakkera. You cheated me out of it." A chilling wind blew through the empty graveyard as Naraku walked next to the fresh mound of earth that was Inutaisho's grave. "I hate your very existence, even if I do respect our rivalry. I promise that I will destroy everyone who you held dear, and send them to hell, where you are, my friend." He smirked.
"Sesshomaru! Get back here! Don't go running off like a spoiled little brat!" InuYasha stopped in his tracks. He wasn't shouting at Sesshomaru…
A smile spread across Naraku's face, and he drew a gun he kept concealed in his pocket. He fired…
…And InuYasha fell to the ground, blanking out immediately.
Naraku tipped his hat in the direction of Inutaisho's grave, and left.
Yup, that's the end of the chapter. We hope you all liked it so far. Marisa will be writing the next one. Oh, if you're wondering why Miroku and Sango work at a floral shop, it's because florists were connected to the mob. After a guy was killed, the one who did it have to follow through and send flowers to his funeral. We really hope you liked this. Please review, okay? Toodles and ja ne!
Sesshomaru is Mine/Abbey