Who's the Yasha?

InuYasha's life had been turned upside down since his wife, Kikyo, died from cancer or something. Now all he had going for him was his daughter, Rin. She was due back from school any minute.

He scratched his black hair, brushed the bangs away from his dark eyebrows and stared with his brown eyes out onto the busy Brooklyn street. Rin was running up the street, her bookbag bouncing up and down on her back. Her t-shirt and jeans were a little worn. InuYasha had been struggling financially, especially since an injury had ended his semi-pro baseball career...but maybe a brand new life waited around the bend.

He looked back down at the newspaper in his hand. He had circled one of the jobs in the classifieds. It was for a housekeeping job. Sure, it wasn't a normal thing for a man to do, but he had his daughter to think of. He picked up his rotary phone and dialed the number.

An older, yet energetic voice answered. "Bower resident."

"Hey, uh, I'm callin' about the ad in the paper!" InuYasha responded with his rogueish Italian-American accent.

"Oh! My daughter, Kagome, put that ad in the paper. My name's Sango!"

"My name's InuYasha!"

"Well come on over, I'm sure you'd be great for the job!"

InuYasha scribbled down the address Sango gave him. "Ok then, I'll head right over!"

The door opened, and Rin came in. "Hey dad! I just hit a homerun in stickball!"

InuYasha ruffled her hair. "That's my girl!"

A few minutes later, InuYasha's run-down van was heading to the Bower residence in Connecticut. When they pulled into the driveway, Rin's eyes widened with awe. "How could a woman afford a house like this?"

"She works hard, and is real smart. You could do that someday!"

"I'm gonna be the manager of the Mets!"

"Good choice! I'll be proud when you're out there kicking dirt on the umpires!"

InuYasha got out of his van and headed to the front door. He rang the bell, and fidgeted impatiently while he waited. It finally opened. A beautiful thirtysomething, with long curly blonde hair opened the door.

"Can I help you?"

"Hey! My name's InuYasha! You must be Sango!"

The woman looked slightly affronted. "Sango is my mother!" InuYasha looked past the woman to see Sango, an small older woman with red hair. "I'm Kagome. Kagome Bower."

"Well, I'm here to see about the job."

"What? The job was for a housekeeper."

"I know." InuYasha looked out to Rin, waiting in the van. "But I got a daughter to think about."

"Come on, Kagome," urged Sango. "I'm sure he'd do a great job. You should be more open-minded!"

"Well...ok. You can have the job!"

InuYasha jumped and pumped his fist into the air. "Come on in, Rin!" said InuYasha, "I'm gonna make some of Mrs. Rossini's famous spaghetti and meatballs!"