Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters don't belong to me except for the few characters I made
up..., read on to find out more... alright! Alright mumblesI don't own Ramen noodles either.
"Sakura Kaika-Yosou"
Cherry Blossom Flowering
The afternoon continued like every other typical day in feudal Japan... for a band of demon-
slayers that is. Inuyasha and his gang were physically drained from battling an especially heinous
demon that morning and were presently working on a late lunch.
"Don't you have the fire started yet, Inuyasha?" complained Kagome.
"I ain't no fire-breathing dragon in case you haven't noticed. Ya wanna resurrect the fire
demon we slew this morning to help us make lunch?" Inuyasha retorted sarcastically. The poor
hanyou continued to scour the sticks together in an effort to build a campfire. Unfortunately,
patience wasn't his forte.
Sango returned to the campsite and unloaded a pile of logs near Inuyasha's successfully built
spark. "I hope Miroku isn't cooking today,"she teased. "His meals are more a crime than they are
edible."
Shippou giggled, but the demon-exterminator was surprised to hear no response from the
monk. Looking around she saw him standing at a distance with his back to the clearing in the forest.
Sango approached him and laid a hand on his arm.
"Miroku, I was only kidding. That's no reason to give me the cold shoulder."
Miroku stirred at Sango's subtle touch, realizing for the first time she had been standing by
him. "Oh, hi Sango. Is lunch ready?"
Sango was taken aback by the monk's downcast expression. He was usually more eager and
lively than this. A little bit too lively, Sango blushed, making sure Miroku hadn't slipped his hand
behind her back.
"What's wrong?" Sango asked, ignoring his question. "You look as though you just lost the
shards of the Shikon Jewel."
"No I didn't!" Miroku mock-defended himself slipping his hand nervously behind his head.
Sango saw a glimse of the playful, genuine Miroku she knew peaking through his disraught
countenance. He probably just needed someone to talk to, she reasoned.
Sango and Miroku arrived back at the campsite to find that Inuyasha had successfully
created a blazing fire that would give them a warm meal and satisfied appetites. The hanyou, seated
proudly by his fire, looked pleased, but ready to fight off any sudden gusts of wind that might
happen by. Kagome was acting as a cheerleader, jumping up and down, hugging Inuyasha.
Miroku smiled at the sight of the couple being so friendly toward each other for a change.
Though they may not know it, those two were meant for each other. Everyone seems to have
someone special but me, Miroku said to himself.
What's he smiling about? Sango thought. Probably just admiring Kagome's short dress.
Eventually, everyone settled down to a meal of Ramen noodles and instant pudding, a new
favorite of Shippou's . That was when Miroku saw a small, glistening object peering out of
Kagome's backpack. It was a boxlike trinket with gold accented on the edges and dazzling floral
designs adourning the entire box.
"That look like an expensive box, Kagome," Miroku remarked. "Are you going to put the
jewel shards in it now?"
"What?...oh, the music box! No, this is for my mother."
"A birthday present?" Sango asked, amazed by the beauty of the object.
Kagome shook her head and removed the music box from her backpack pocket, eager to
show her friends the wonders of the future. "No. This is a gift for Mother's Day. Listen to this." She
carefully wound up the golden knob, and a sweet, melody floated through the late afternoon air.
Sango held her hand out. "May I see it? It's beautiful." But Miroku was more interested in
the concept of this Mother's Day.
"It's a special day out of the year when mothers all around the world are honored for the
hard work they do," Kagome explained when Miroku asked. "I hope I can show my mom how
much I appreciate her this Sunday. Sota and I love her so much."
Miroku nodded at Kagome's heart-felt answer. Meanwhile, Sango was fascinated with the
box that played the enchanting melody. Her face lit up with amusement as she started the music
again and again. The monk smiled at the young woman's sweet expression of pure innocence.
"Mother's Day," Miroku mused. The thought refreshed memories of his own mother...
Note: Poor Miroku. It's just ch. 1 and he's already getting a bad rep, or worse one. This mellow
chapter is just the intro, so stay tuned for drama, mystery and action! And if you want to know about
Miroku's mother ( yes, she's one of my characters), its coming in ch.2!
up..., read on to find out more... alright! Alright mumblesI don't own Ramen noodles either.
"Sakura Kaika-Yosou"
Cherry Blossom Flowering
The afternoon continued like every other typical day in feudal Japan... for a band of demon-
slayers that is. Inuyasha and his gang were physically drained from battling an especially heinous
demon that morning and were presently working on a late lunch.
"Don't you have the fire started yet, Inuyasha?" complained Kagome.
"I ain't no fire-breathing dragon in case you haven't noticed. Ya wanna resurrect the fire
demon we slew this morning to help us make lunch?" Inuyasha retorted sarcastically. The poor
hanyou continued to scour the sticks together in an effort to build a campfire. Unfortunately,
patience wasn't his forte.
Sango returned to the campsite and unloaded a pile of logs near Inuyasha's successfully built
spark. "I hope Miroku isn't cooking today,"she teased. "His meals are more a crime than they are
edible."
Shippou giggled, but the demon-exterminator was surprised to hear no response from the
monk. Looking around she saw him standing at a distance with his back to the clearing in the forest.
Sango approached him and laid a hand on his arm.
"Miroku, I was only kidding. That's no reason to give me the cold shoulder."
Miroku stirred at Sango's subtle touch, realizing for the first time she had been standing by
him. "Oh, hi Sango. Is lunch ready?"
Sango was taken aback by the monk's downcast expression. He was usually more eager and
lively than this. A little bit too lively, Sango blushed, making sure Miroku hadn't slipped his hand
behind her back.
"What's wrong?" Sango asked, ignoring his question. "You look as though you just lost the
shards of the Shikon Jewel."
"No I didn't!" Miroku mock-defended himself slipping his hand nervously behind his head.
Sango saw a glimse of the playful, genuine Miroku she knew peaking through his disraught
countenance. He probably just needed someone to talk to, she reasoned.
Sango and Miroku arrived back at the campsite to find that Inuyasha had successfully
created a blazing fire that would give them a warm meal and satisfied appetites. The hanyou, seated
proudly by his fire, looked pleased, but ready to fight off any sudden gusts of wind that might
happen by. Kagome was acting as a cheerleader, jumping up and down, hugging Inuyasha.
Miroku smiled at the sight of the couple being so friendly toward each other for a change.
Though they may not know it, those two were meant for each other. Everyone seems to have
someone special but me, Miroku said to himself.
What's he smiling about? Sango thought. Probably just admiring Kagome's short dress.
Eventually, everyone settled down to a meal of Ramen noodles and instant pudding, a new
favorite of Shippou's . That was when Miroku saw a small, glistening object peering out of
Kagome's backpack. It was a boxlike trinket with gold accented on the edges and dazzling floral
designs adourning the entire box.
"That look like an expensive box, Kagome," Miroku remarked. "Are you going to put the
jewel shards in it now?"
"What?...oh, the music box! No, this is for my mother."
"A birthday present?" Sango asked, amazed by the beauty of the object.
Kagome shook her head and removed the music box from her backpack pocket, eager to
show her friends the wonders of the future. "No. This is a gift for Mother's Day. Listen to this." She
carefully wound up the golden knob, and a sweet, melody floated through the late afternoon air.
Sango held her hand out. "May I see it? It's beautiful." But Miroku was more interested in
the concept of this Mother's Day.
"It's a special day out of the year when mothers all around the world are honored for the
hard work they do," Kagome explained when Miroku asked. "I hope I can show my mom how
much I appreciate her this Sunday. Sota and I love her so much."
Miroku nodded at Kagome's heart-felt answer. Meanwhile, Sango was fascinated with the
box that played the enchanting melody. Her face lit up with amusement as she started the music
again and again. The monk smiled at the young woman's sweet expression of pure innocence.
"Mother's Day," Miroku mused. The thought refreshed memories of his own mother...
Note: Poor Miroku. It's just ch. 1 and he's already getting a bad rep, or worse one. This mellow
chapter is just the intro, so stay tuned for drama, mystery and action! And if you want to know about
Miroku's mother ( yes, she's one of my characters), its coming in ch.2!