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Memories and Thoughts

Traveling with Nagisa as he was, Taro was deathly silent. It has been nearly three days since he had seen the little boy that seems so familiar from somewhere. This child whom had given him a riddle to figure out, was proving to be a bane to his existence.

What did he mean, when he said if he accepted him that he would be whole?

"Taro?"

Gazing at the demoness beside him, he could not help but give her a look that was a mixture of emotions. Irritation was the one though that showed the most. "What is it?

Sensing the need to fight within him, the demoness wisely kept her mouth shut. Having seen some of the things that he could do admittedly had her scared. But she also knew though that it was because of those said things that she had protection that was far better that that of her Master.

Naraku, if she knew him for anything was at the moment probably watching her to make sure she did not betray him.

"It is nothing...we rest here. I must think on things."

Saying nothing, she nods her head to his simple demand. Despite being a demoness, she still has some very human qualities thanks to the fact that her...father was once a human. Although an evil one, there was once a time or at least she thinks so that Onigumo the heart of Naraku was a good soul.

Just one that got corrupted by things beyond his control....

Being one of his children and not by any natural means, Nagisa and the others shared one thing in common with their so called parent. They had his memories.

They knew the things that Naraku does not think about. They were the things he wants to get rid of as they are a part of his time when he was once a human. Lost in thought she looked back to what she is sure is bothering him.

That child that was once a part of his soul...

Yes, despite the fact if she was asked she would deny to all but her father. Nagisa had seen the child that was the missing piece to which made the young man in front of her.

And the demoness found herself afflicted by the conflict within. Glad that Taro has stopped to struggle with what he had seen, she to needs to think herself. Of schooling her features to control her thoughts, as even now when they sit to rest, she can hear the buzzing of insects.

Instinctively, she draws his head down into her lap and simply runs long fingers through his dark hair. An odd comforting maneuver that confuses her to no end, she starts to home a soft tune. One that she can not help but sense he needs to hear despite not knowing or understanding how the words come...

A little boy plays in the Castle…

A little boy plays in the stream…

Searching for a friend to play with…

A dog comes from his dream…

Silver and white with eyes of gold

The boy has made a friend I'm told…

Running around, playing around…

The little boy has the friend he has found.

A little boy plays in the castle…

A little boy plays in the stream..

But this time the dog comes with the boy…

So together they can make a dream…

Taro stilled as he listened to her sing. When she had first started the words, he had been about to blast her into oblivion as it brought up painful memories of the family he had lost. His parents and his brother....

Wait a minute?

Brother?

Since when has he had a brother?

At that moment, a part of Taro that has long since been dormant begins to awaken. Especially as images of a red headed teen start to come forth

Memory....

"Do it again big brother!"

A small little burst of fire dances around Taro and plays with the little boy of 4 who giggles in delight. Warm and soothing, it crackled as it danced for him.

"Want to see it change colors?"

Taro nods his head rapidly in pure joy as the blue fire shifts to all colors of the rainbow. Each time they shifted, the split apart each time as the colors pair off and dance to entertain the little boy who just watches in awe.

The fire playing with itself, Taro feels himself being swung up and onto his brother's back. Giggling he holds on tight as the fire dissipates.

"Dad is calling us, says its time to go on in because Mom has dinner ready. Now do you remember what to do right?"

"Yep! I hafta to hold on reallllly tight and then scream that we are coming." The four year old yelled proudly. But not without causing his ride to wince and just shake his head as he chuckles.

"Not in my ear next time squirt!"

"I'm not a squirt!" He replied as held on tightly to the shoulders.

"Yes you are, but you know something?"

A petulant four year old, just looks at the back of his big brother's head. He was a little annoyed that he was called a squirt when his momma kept telling him he was becoming a big boy, just like his Daddy. "What?"

"You are also my little brother, and squirt or not, I promised Dad that I would do my best to take care of you. So remember that if you think you are going to start to fall off, just pull on my hair. Not hard though. And I will slow down all right?"

"okay!"

Memory ends...

"I did fall off...."

Startled from her singing, Nagisa looks at him with confusion. Warmth as his closeness making her feel things, she can not help but savor. She just remains silent as he turns onto his back to look up at her.

"I feel off...and he caught me. I was tired from all the playing and he caught me as he was running back when my father called us home. I remember him now...I remember!"

"Who..."

"My brother..." Taro responded softly as he realized the strength and bond of the memory that now starts to shine alongside the ones he remembers of his parents. What few good ones he fought to keep. "I have a brother!"