I See You [Sesshomaru]

Final Chapter

        The present had modernized. As years went on there of course were advancements in every field. Cities built up, transportation had improved, medical advances were light-years ahead in their discoveries, and knowledge was ever growing. But one thing that hadn't changed was a shrine that sat on the outskirts of the thriving, metropolitan Toyko. The stone steps led up from the main road where a red Torii gate sat at the top in greeting. The home was one of the oldest still standing in the region, and had received renovations to keep up its appearance so it didn't decay from age. After all, it was still occupied and served as a historical guide to the country's past with the information stored inside. It was now in the care of an older gentleman with salt-pepper hair and a kind nature that had any scholars that visited leave with a larger appreciation to the past. After all, the caretaker lived in the shrine his whole life and was very passionate about his ancestors, something he passed down to his own descendants.

        The old man groaned, standing with a bit of difficulty from his chair in the kitchen. Having finished his morning tea, he shuffled towards the sink with the help of a cane. There was movement out the window above the basin, seeing three young children running along the wrap around porch. A smile had the corners of his eyes crinkling from age deciding to get some fresh air. Slipping on his slippers he moved at a leisurely pace. The tranquil atmosphere made him grateful that he could call this place his own, a haven away from the hustle and bustle only minutes away. It was actually quiet where one could hear the birds chirping and the calming way the light breeze moved through the leaves of the surrounding trees. This was home for Sota.

        "Grandpa!" The sudden shout had him slowly turning to watch the youngest child come running in his direction, waving about her arms frantically. "Airi broke a wall!"

        "Kaito pushed me!" a protest came from further away, soon followed by a,

        "Did not!" from the young boy.

        He smiled at that, patting the child's head. "I'm sure everything is fine, Mari. Let's go make sure no one is hurt."

        They had made their way into the storage room that Sota had kept open to air it out. Nothing visibly seemed broken, but the guilty look on Airi's face said everything as his attention turned towards one of the compartments. It seemed that the child's arm had gone through the back wooden panel, seeing the splintered wood before looking down at the girl. "Are you hurt?"

        "No," she muttered.

        "You all know not to play in the store room," the older man reminded. "There are very valuable things in here."

        "Sorry, Grandpa," they apologized in unison. But he couldn't be mad at them, ushering the three along and reminding them to stay out of trouble. Looking back to the broken section it didn't appear the few scrolls under it had been damaged in any way reaching back to touch the wood and determine if he should get someone to come by and repair it. That was when something caught his eye. It was a bit difficult to make it out from the shadows, grabbing a flashlight hanging on the wall and shining it on the opening. There was a large scroll hidden behind the paneling pushing more of the wood out of the way and realized that this had been a compartment of some kind as it slightly shifted to the right giving him more room. Carefully pulling it free there was dust covering the surface as he wondered how it had gotten back there. There was a string tied around the middle and a slip of paper, probably for protection, before turning the scroll sideways to read the inscription.

        Akiko of the North, Feudal Era

        Sota's eyes widened at that, fumbling with the string before slowly unrolling the first section with slightly shaking hands. His cousin's name was scrawled in place on the first line, reading a few more before realizing that this was a detailed record of Akiko's movements in the past.