Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Author's Note:

Excellent. Some more options have popped up.

Well, I found it kinda funny that I started this at the beginning of summer-and haven't even considered a second chapter. But seeing as it appears to be a semi-popular story, I can promise you one in two weeks. Yeah...okay. I revised this again, but it still has a very small amount of words. However, since it leaves off in a cliffie, that should be alright.

Thank you to those that reviewed already!


I'm Not Who I Seem to Be

Chapter One

He found her while taking his usual walk in the forest behind his house. The animals usually messed up the ground naturally, but a large area had been disturbed in one clearing. It was hard to discern, but the monk had been there several times. He was familiar with the way it should have looked-and it didn't look as it usually did.

Some leaves were bent, and a partial footprint could be seen here and there. He didn't know what prompted him to begin digging, but he did, using his bare hands like an animal.

About an hour later, he gave up and ran back to his house, coming back with a flashlight, water bottle, shovel, cell phone, and coat. He resumed his work, digging feverishly. Something, or someone, was calling to him from down below.

Three hours later, around 9:00 a.m., he hit something that wasn't entirely hard. It wasn't a tree trunk, so he knelt and used his hands, more gently than when he had been stabbing the ground with the spade. A flash of decorated red cloth struck his eyes. He blinked, and eventually unearthed a woman. Her eyes were closed fitfully, and her chest moved only faintly. Her skin was dirt-stained, but he could still tell that she had been one used to a more luxurious life.


She opened her eyes quickly, and found herself gazing into the face of the monk. It was a pleasant one, attractive. She noticed that he wore his hair in a small ponytail at the back of his head. His right ear was pierced with a golden ring, the left held some sort of black cross.

He smiled self-consciously, and asked, "How are you? Sleeping under all that soil can't be healthy, despite what mud baths are supposed to do for the body. It's been four hours since I found you. I've been trying these methods to get you awake." He said, waving a crisp booklet in the air.

She lifted her hand weakly and indicated so-so.

"What's your name?"

"…I don't remember. What is yours?"

"My name is Miroku. I am a traveling monk, although for the past few months I have remained here. This area calls for me to stay, and I am happy to oblige. Do you remember anything at all? I haven't called the police yet, but if you would like me too-"

"No! Don't do that." She cried. When he raised his eyebrows curiously, she added hastily,

"They haven't been known to be of much help to my family."

'I thought you didn't remember anything.' Miroku thought with a mental frown. He wasn't going to enjoy this lady if she lied. 'But maybe I can make it work.' he thought, a little happier.

They spent the rest of the afternoon getting acquainted, bantering questions from favorite foods to personal histories. Finally, however, Miroku asked,

"What should I call you for now? I cannot simply say 'you' or whatever."

She thought hard.

"How about Koharu? It reminds me of something…" Miroku started. Koharu had been one of his previous lovers; this was a strange and unnatural occurrence. Suddenly, 'Koharu' seemed to realize that she was still wearing her dirty clothes.

"I don't seem to remember ever being this dirty. I've got to go shopping." She said, patting at her pockets absentmindedly.

"It's okay; I'll go out and buy some things for you. Just rest for now, and we can see if you remember anything later." She nodded, and leaned back.

Miroku went out and bought several t-shirts and shorts.

'Ah, finally, an excuse to go into Victoria's Secret!' he thought gleefully as he browsed several bras. The lady at the check-out counter eyed him when she saw his selections.

He decided that Koharu could find the rest of the items she needed when she got better.


A week passed, and Koharu felt well enough to walk around his bare and empty house. It was lacking in furniture and decorous items, and when she asked Miroku as to the reason, he said 'financial reasons.'

'That's just so believable. Of course, that's why there's so many feminine undergarments and accessories around the house, in those places he thinks I'll never look. Even…ha, he even bought me those clothes, which didn't come cheap.'

As soon as she bent down to pick up a lone piece of paper in the corner of the guest bedroom where she was staying, Miroku's lecherous instincts kicked in, and he reached for her bottom.

"Hentai!" she gasped, slapping his face.

"I know you were sick before, but do you feel well enough to do me the honor of bearing my child?" he asked casually. This earned him another slap, and scorching glares for the rest of the day. Each time their eyes met, he simply sighed and palmed the cheek she had slapped.

"We have to discuss how you're going to stay. People are going to ask questions, and you don't have any legal identification. Well, I doubt the police and people are really going to go that far, but it doesn't hurt to have precautions. Then there's the problem of how and where I found you. Hm…well, you could be one of my ex-girlfriends." Koharu interrupted with a strong shake of her head.

"Well, someone obviously wants you dead. Don't attract any unnecessary attention, and try not to advertise then." Before bedtime, small details had been worked out. They were needed, as his neighbors and Inuyasha had been over earlier, congratulating him on his latest 'catch'. Inuyasha, with his sensitive hanyou nose, had said that she smelled differently, which only added to nervousness of Miroku.

"We'll figure something out." She said, dismissing the rest as a trifle. There really wasn't anything to worry about.

At night, she locked the door and set a chair against it.

'The guy calls himself a monk. I wonder if you can be a monk and a lecher at the same time…' she thought fondly.


The next morning, they went to the mall. Koharu pushed Miroku into a shoe store and went shopping for clothes by herself. Therefore, he wasn't there when Koharu let out a piercing scream that had everyone running to where she was. She had caught a glimpse of a woman.

She ran up to her, disregarding the many people her numerous bags hit.

"Kikyo? Is that you?" Now Koharu was close enough, she could tell that it was a teenager, not the woman that had flashed up in her mind.

"Do I know you? My sister is busy and not here, I'm Kagome. She wanted me to return a dress." Kagome said, obviously irritated.

"No then, I'm sorry. I thought you might know who I was before…" Koharu said, and then slapped her hand over her mouth.

Kagome was interested now, and she said, thinking,

"I believe I've seen you around their office. I don't know if this is right, but I think you're Sango. I'll have to ask Inuyasha or Kikyo to be sure. Why don't you-" she was cut off when Koharu ran away, her fingers instinctively still clutching her shopping items. Miroku saw her running from a bit away, and he also began walking quickly to his car.

"That was foolish. What did she say? For that matter, what did you ask?" he asked as he dodged traffic.

Koharu didn't reply for a minute.

"She said…my name is Sango."


Author's Note:

Well, it should beobvious that I want you to review and encourgae this struggling youngchild.