Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor do I make a profit from this story

A/N- I probabyly shouldn't be writing another story while I'm working on my other one butttt while I was looking up some information about Japan for my first story, I had read that Japan has an emperor and a prince and they live in a palace. I honestly didn't know all that and while I was reading the info, I got this idea and well..yeah. I wanted to write it lol :)

-Also, when I put quotes in the beginning of the story, I might put a 'quote' from a character in the story in one chapter and in another chapter I might put a quote from a real person. Just so it's not confusing for anyone, I will underline the name if the 'quote' is from one of the characters in my story, though I'm pretty sure everyone will be able to tell :) (Might add some angst to this story, I'm not sure yet)

"No matter how hard things are, no matter how tough things will get, I will love you. If I could give you the world I would, If I could hand it to you in a box I would." -Haru to Marisa

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It was dark where she sat, but the little girl didn't mind. She was rarely able to come up here, to her parents' attic, where she looked through dust-covered boxes that contained pictures of her parents together. Her favorite pictures, besides the wedding photos, were the ones from when her parents first met. She had always loved hearing the story.

Her mother, Marisa was visiting Japan one summer, enjoying the bright city lights of Tokyo. After wandering around the vast shopping district, she had gotten lost.

Rin giggled, imagining her mother standing in the middle of the sidewalk while glaring at a map in her hands.

It was after only a few minutes that her father, Haru, had walked up to the woman that had caught his eye and asked if she needed any help. He had never been so happy that he had taken those English classes as he did at that moment. After insisting on showing her the way and walking her to the hotel she was staying at, he offered to be her personal tour guide for the remainder of her stay. Though she seemed reluctant, she eventually agreed, knowing that she would only get herself lost again.

So fast, it seemed that they had fallen in love. One month was a short amount of time to develop such strong feelings. They spent each day together. Haru had insisted on taking her out to eat every other day. He wouldn't tell her that he was running low on money. It didn't matter. As long as she kept smiling, it was worth it.

And alas, the time came when Marisa had to leave. How sad they were, to know their time together was coming to an end.

She sat alone in one of the seats at the departure lounge, a cup of coffee in her tightly closed hands. She looked around the slightly crowded lounge, her gaze lingering on a few couples she saw. Her eyes landed on the doorway; a gasp escaped her lips when the very person she was thinking of, ran through the doors.

Haru was running toward her, his hair a mess; the two top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. His shoes didn't match, one black while the other was beige. Two very large suitcases were being dragged behind him.

When he finally caught up to her, he stood panting for a minute before looking up and smiling sheepishly at her.

When she asked him what he was doing there, his facial expression suddenly became serious as he told her, "I know we've known each other for only a month..but I can honestly tell you..I love you Marisa."

He stared at her nervously, wondering if maybe he had been a bit too forward. It wasn't his fault really, his mother had always told him to say what was on his mind.

He watched as tears began welling up in her eyes. He couldn't tell if it was because she was extremely happy or if she was regretting ever talking to him, but still, he continued. "And I know...I know you can't stay here. You have so much to go back to, and I would never ask you to leave your home to stay here. But, I wish to leave with you. Today."

A sob escaped her as she covered her mouth with shaky hands. "But, your home-"

"I would give everything up. My home, my job, my friends, everything just to be able to see you everyday."

A year later they had gotten married.

The little girl smiled. Her father had once told her that it wasn't the most romantic story, but the small girl only shook her head and told him confidently that it was better than any made-up fairy tale.

At the moment, the small child sat on the floor in the attic, confident that the babysitter was too busy watching soap operas to notice that she was here and not playing with the dried-up play-doh the girl so graciously gave her. Right now, the child wanted to go through her parents' photos.

She looked up briefly and saw dust particles, hundreds of them dancing in the sliver if sunlight that was coming through the small window. The little girl held out a finger, tried to catch a speck upon it, and giggled at the way the speck came so close before floating away.

"Rin!?"

She jumped a little, afraid that she would be in trouble for being in the attic.

The babysitter walked in and went over to Rin, grabbing her hand to help her stand quickly. "We have to go to the hospital quickly okay?"

"Why?" Rin asked.

"Your mom and dad.." The girl looked down at her, her eyes showing a mixture of pity and shock. "There was a car accident"