Hey! Towa's memories again. This is the third and final part of this 3-part story. Each age category has its own three stories, one for each of the girls.

Towa's Remembrance.

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Towa found history so boring to learn. It was the only class she truly hated. I am from the feudal era. But no one would believe that, except for Granny Higuarshi and Uncle Souta. She yawned and flipped the page of the book in disinterest. Kubo, the fat family cat, hopped up onto the desk and curled up in the centre of her book.

"Oi, Kubo. Move." She poked the large belly of the cat, he only meowed at her in annoyance. "Baka, you're on my textbook. This book is not your napping spot!" She growled out.

The twelve year old poked him again and he nipped her wrist and rolled onto his back and rolled from side to side. She sighed heavily and got up from her desk. "Fine, I'll take a nap. I was bored anyways." She huffed and went to her bed and curled up on her side, back to the cat and ignoring him. She closed her eyes and felt him jump up onto the bed and curl up against her. "Baka." She hugged him to her chest, "Your intention was a nap all along."

A soft meow and she closed her eyes and napped. It was Saturday after all.

It's in her dreams where she sees her family anyways. The one's who are probably long dead now in the present but are very much alive in the past. The warring era, where she belonged.

"Papa, can't we buy dolls today?" Setsuna asked. Towa walked beside her sister in her dreams, holding her hand and following their father through a village. Their presence barely tolerated in the human village.

Towa could hear the whispers as her father strode with confidence and head held high through the streets to find her mother. He ignored them all, gave a coin to a merchant for some sticks of dango for them to eat. Towa hummed happily and saw her father purchase a bag of sweets and tucked it away into his kimono, beneath his amour. She pouted, knowing that they were for her Mama. She tugged on his sleeve. "Papa, where is Mama?"

"Papa, the dolls are over there." Setsuna complained and tugged his other sleeve.

"Let's find your mother." He simply stated and they held onto his sleeves as they walked beside him with their treat.

Towa could smell her mother and took off, her father knowing her nose would lead her to her mother and she knew not to wander off. Towa saw her mother arguing with a sales lady. "I just want the cloth. I have plenty of coin. Now, please sell it to me."

"Demon's whore! I saw your beast and your filthy hanyou…" Towa frowned as she turned back to see her father stop in his tracks. She could sense her mother's anger. She was surprised to see that her father looked impassive and calm, but she could hear his heart beat a little faster and the scent of rising anger. Setsuna hugged close to their father's leg. She was now in between her parents' paths.

"You may call me a whore, but you do not insult my children." Towa wondered what the word hanyou meant, other than being rude. Her parents only told her it was not a nice word. Uncle would know, he's one too. She planned to ask him the next they visited his village.

"Girls, close your eyes and count to ten." Towa looked at her father and hummed to herself as she nodded. She closed her eyes as he looked down at her, a hand pushing her bangs back. "Ten." He affirmed.

"Yes, papa." Towa nodded and closed her eyes with her twin. They counted together in unison. "One, two…" She heard her father approach the merchant and a weird noise that sounded like a fire crackling. She faintly wondering if he was cracking his knuckles. She had seen him do that. "Three, four, five, six…" The sound of a bag of coins dropping onto the table, "Seven," rolls of fabric taken and then footsteps. "Eight, nine," Towa felt herself lifted and settled on a familiar hip. "Ten." Towa finished and saw that her sister was on her father's shoulder as she was nestled close to her mother's side. "You got the cloth?" Towa asked. Fabric bundles under her father's free arm.

She frowned as she saw her mother's watery eyes. "Hai. Towa." Towa felt lips pressed to her forehead and she had one dango left on the stick. She held it up in an offering. "Mama, here have something sweet." She smiled as her mother took a small bite. Her mother hummed in delight and smiled. "Yummy."

"Papa, why can't I have a doll?" Setsuna huffed slightly.

Towa saw her father glance at the merchant and saw the woman glaring at them. Her father made a small noise in the back of his throat. It sounded like an annoyed huff. One he usually reserved for Jaken, Uncle Inuyasha, or Grandmother. "We will try the next village."

Setsuna didn't like that answer and pouted.

Towa's dream shifts to when her mother was crying, and her father held her. She wasn't supposed to see that, she knows that, but she was drawn by the salt of her mother's tears. Her father simply held her tightly, murmuring into her mother's hair something she couldn't hear even with her sensitive hearing.

They were still patrolling. They stopped in another village. Another village that used the word 'hanyou'. Also, the word 'whore' was used a lot at her mother in that village. She had clung to her mother's skirts as they walked through the village and felt the stares and heard the words.

"Towa." Her father called out and she stepped out of the bushes and entered the clearing. She ran to her parents and pressed close to her mother. She may have been young, but she understood that the words of the villages did upset her mother after all.

"Mama, don't cry." Towa whimpered. Her mother hiccoughed and knelt down and lifted her up, so she was between her parents. Her father's armour off for the night. Her father put his hand on her head. "Is it because I'm a hanyou?"

"Towa, don't use that word." Her father chided. She looked back up at him and frowned. Amber eyes locked on each other. "Not that word." She knew that he had used it in the past, he told her, but she didn't understand then what it meant to be a hanyou. Uncle Inuyasha's village was much kinder. Everyone was nice there to Uncle Inuyasha and the friendly giant Jinenji, whom was also a half-demon like her and Setsuna.

"But…hm…what is a whore?" Towa asked with a soft hum.

She heard her mother chuckle. "Don't worry about it."

"But those words make you sad." Towa complained. Her mother smiled and kissed her cheek as her mother leaned down.

"Come on, back to camp. Setsuna is going to wake up if you are gone too long." Towa nodded in agreement with her mother. She couldn't sleep well without her twin either. When her mother carried her back into the clearing, her sister was indeed sitting up and looking around tired and confused. Towa watched as her father went to Setsuna and lifted her up and sat down against a tree. Setsuna's smaller Mokomoko curling around her like a pillow. Towa was set down in his lap against as her mother rested against his side. They all slept together, her father watching over them. Mokomoko curling around them protectively. Jaken's soft snores and the low rumbling of A-Un lulling Towa to sleep. Her father's hand on her head and rubbing down to her eyes repeatedly making her very sleepy.

She then remembers a really good memory. One where her and Setsuna were playing in the fields. Her mother was sitting on the hill beside her father. Her mother was doing something. Holding fabric and a sharp thing between her fingers, dipping down, and pulling up with some thread. Quick, fast, and perfect precision, even while sitting on A-Un and being jostled about. Her mother seemed preoccupied with this task of hers. Her father telling her and Setsuna to leave her be. Towa saw determination in her mother's eyes, but on what she did not know.

It wasn't until a couple days later did Towa understand what her mother was doing. Setsuna's eyes grew wide in delight and grabbed the doll with a pretty pink kimono and dark hair. Towa received a doll with silver hair and a blue kimono. "A doll?" Towa stared at her own doll with silver hair and then looked to the doll her sister was hugging and holding close to her chest, rubbing her cheek against it as she showed it to Jaken.

"Isn't my dolly lovely, Jaken?" Setsuna asked with a giggle. Jaken nodded, "Take care of our doll. Your Lady Mother worked hard on it." Setsuna nodded and spun in happy circles with her doll. Singing happily to herself their mother's song.

Towa touched the hair and then walked to her father who raised an eyebrow as she walked around his side. She was glad he was sitting on a boulder when she decided to investigate. She gasped as she found a clean cut from his hair. She felt a large hand wrap around hers, pulling her and setting her on his knee. She held the doll close and stared up at her father. His silver hair had made the beautiful silver hair of her doll. She glanced at her mother and noticed finally that her mother's own hair was cut on either side of her face, framing her face differently.

"Your mother worked hard on the dolls. Do you not like yours?" Her father asked as he watched her.

She cuddled the doll and smiled into the hair of the doll. "No, Papa, I love my doll very much." The doll smelled of her mother and father. It was perfect.

"Mama! Mama!" Setsuna laughed and tumbled into her mother's lap. "Can you make dolly more clothes?!"

"Yes, I can make your dolly more clothes." Towa saw her mother smile and kiss Setsuna's smiling face. So happy, so carefree.

"I love you, Mama! So much! Thank you for the dolly!" Towa shouted from her father's lap. She knew she spoke to loudly, he could have heard her if she whispered and her mother was not too far from them, there was no need to shout.

He put a hand on her head as she shook with her tears. She didn't understand why she was crying. But she felt so happy to know her parents loved her and her sister so much that they would cut their own hair to make the hair of their dolls to represent their dolls right for them. She shook in her father's lap and threw her head back and cried, not understanding why she was crying. Why her heart was bursting with joy. Too much joy that it overwhelmed her. Her father wiped her tears away with his knuckles and she sniffled moments later.

"Why is Towa crying?" Setsuna asked, her voice upset because of Towa's tears. "Mama?"

Towa heard her mother get up and get closer and lifted Towa from her father's knee and into her mother's warm embrace. "Your sister's heart is very full of love. She understands more than she can know." Her mother explained to Setsuna. Towa sniffled and rested her cheek against her mother's shoulder. Inhaling the smell of cherry blossoms and pine mixed with her father's muskier scent all over her mother's hair, skin, and clothes, just like her father wore her mother's scent as well.

"I don't understand." Setsuna complained and tugged on their father's pant leg.

You don't have to, yet." The low voice of their father spoke gently and lifted Setsuna onto his knee.

Towa nuzzled closer. "Thank you Mama for being my mama and thank you papa for being my papa." She whispered tiredly.

"We thank you for being our daughter and Setsuna too." Her mother said softly.

Towa felt so warm and loved in that moment.

That warmth was replaced by a cat's ass sitting on her head. She growled as she pushed the cat off her head. She sat up and narrowed her eyes at the cat. "Baka." She pointed at the cat. I was with mom, dad and Setsuna.

She sighed sadly and looked at the clock. She slept almost three hours. It was almost five-thirty. I wonder what happened to my dolly. Hopefully, some kid found it. Mom put so much work and love into it.

She got off the bed and went to her mirror and looked at her reflection. Yes, her short silver hair and amber eyes were her father's features, but everything else was her mother. She touched the mirror and imagined brown eyes and long dark hair on her. "Mom…thank you for being my mom. You let people call you a demon's whore. But you weren't…you were Dad's beloved, his wife, his Lady, his partner. You made those dolls because no one would sell them to you and father. You both wanted to give us everything." She closed her eyes and felt a tear roll down her cheek. Only in the comfort of the house did she cry. Outside she was the tough girl who dressed like a boy, acted like a boy, fought like a boy.

She sank to her knees and covered her face. "Dad, I hope you still hold Mom when she cries. Setsuna…sister, I miss you most." She whispered through her tears.

"Merrrow!" Kubo hopped onto her lap and Towa lifted him up as she stood up.

"Right! No more tears! Let's go practice with our kendo sticks!" She smiled at the cat who only meowed in return.

She carried him out of her room, out of her aunt Kagome's childhood room, and strolled downstairs.

"Uncle Souta!" She sang out as she walked into the living room. He was sitting at the table on the floor with his fiancé, Hitomi as they went through a list of venues, flowers, cakes, and whatever else she could think that was involved with a wedding.

"Hey, Towa."

"Hey, Hitomi! You two pick a venue yet?" Towa asked.

The brunette laughed and shook her head. "Tell your uncle that the garden is the best one. He listens to you."

Towa laughed and shook her head. "Work as partners." Like my parents. "I'm going to practice with my kendo sticks. I'll be outside."

"Alright, Mom is making dinner. It'll be ready soon." Souta told her.

Towa nodded and left the room and looked in the kitchen. "Granny, I'll be outside practicing my kendo sticks."

"Alright dear, you train really hard." She watched the older woman smile at her in encouragement. Towa smiled at her granny and went to the door and set Kubo down. He pressed against her leg and purred before she opened the door.

Towa went outside with Kubo following at her heels. She walked barefoot across the grounds, it reminded her of her mother, as well as her uncle. Her mother always ended up barefoot in the fields when they visited her aunt and uncle. She felt the cool pavement under her feet as she walked past the small shrine for the well. She narrowed her eyes and sniffed. No change. It's still closed.

It had been routine to smell the air around the well. To see if it opened and connected to her time. It may never open. I may never see my parents and sister again.

She felt a small tug in her heart, and she shook her head. "No! I will make it back home one day!" She raised her fists. "Come on Kubo! Time to train!"

She ran over to the shed and found her kendo stick inside. She smiled to herself and went back outside.

Towa felt the cat's green eyes watching her as she moved through the routine of the drills. She danced with the stick and closed her eyes, remembering the time she saw her father gracefully fell a demon before her. She wanted to move like that. Bakusaiga, a good blade.

"Towa! Dinner." Hitomi shouted from the door later on.

Towa wiped the sweat off her brow and waved to Hitomi. "I'll be right there!" Towa shouted and put her stick away. "Come on Kubo." She told the cat and he took off running. She ran after him, "Kubo, you are not sitting on my cushion again, baka!"

After dinner, Towa sat at her desk and took notes from her forgotten text book. Kubo sitting on the bed and giving himself a bath. Towa looked out at the dark sky. The stars out and clear tonight. She glanced at the textbook and the progress of her notes. She had done well.

Just because I look strange doesn't mean I will be the dumbest in the class. Nor would Father and Grandmother be pleased if I wasn't the top of my class. Towa thought to herself.

She may be a hothead at times, itching for a fight. But she was also the smartest in her class.

She didn't have too many friends. It's okay. Setsuna and Moroha are waiting on the other side of the well, I will make it home! I also have Souta, Granny, and Hitomi here.

Hitomi did not know about her being a half-demon nor about the Bone Eaters Well, but that was okay for now. The well was closed after all. Towa also kept her claws filed down mostly.

"Kubo? Let's go up on the roof." Towa got up from her chair and grabbed the cat under one arm. A soft meow from him as she walked to the window, she slid it open and she jumped onto the ledge and up onto the roof, twisting and landing easily with the cat under her arm. He protested at her twisting body but settled in her lap as she sat down and looked at the stars.

Granny and Souta were unsurprised when she sat up there when she first came to them. Granny even leaned out of the window. "It's chilly tonight. Wrap this around you." Towa had only been four but looked to the stars from above the house. It was comforting to see the familiar night sky.

Towa learned that her uncle sat where she did when he visited. She smiled as she looked up at the stars. "Kubo, the Great Dog Demon is out tonight and so clear!" Towa pointed and traced the stars. "Father used to tell us that it was grandfather and that he had been a mighty demon."

She hummed softly and stared at the stars. She remembers the stories she listened to about her grandfather. "But aren't you the Great Dog Demon, Father?" Towa had asked him once when she was little.

"One day." He had said and lifted her up onto his shoulder. Setsuna was asleep with their mother. "This one hopes to be better than his Chichi-ue."

She didn't understand that statement, but she snuggled against him and let him hold her. Mokomoko wrapping around her and shielding her from the cold breeze of the night.

"Father, you were truly the greater dog demon. The best father. I love you and Mama." Towa felt a low purr from Kubo. He curled up in her lap, assuring her that she was safe. She looked down at the cat, "Thank you Kubo for being my best friend."

She wondered if that was sad that her best friend was a fat cat. Apparently her uncle had liked to play with the last family cat, Buyo. Towa reclined back on one hand and scratched behind Kubo's ears. "How could Uncle Inuyasha ever torture a kitty? Even a fat one?" Towa teased the cat and received an affectionate nip on her hand. Kubo learned quickly that Towa could handle the nips and claws better than the full humans in the house.

Towa giggle and looked up at the stars. Father, those stars may be grandpa in your eyes but to me I see only you. The Great Dog Demon is you.

I hope you enjoyed it. I made the Great Dog Demon a part of each character chapter. It was a theme. Also, Setsuna and Towa both love cats!