Miharu Uzamaki-Black was fierce. She was a stunning ball of fire, and brilliance. Miharu was quick to anger and even quicker to change her moods. She was in a sense unpredictable. It was often said "It's best not be around her when she's in one of her moods." This was one of those times. Miharu was pissed beyond belief, all because of three simple sentences her elder had uttered. "Weak. That's all you are to me little sister, weak. A disgrace to our clan if you ask me."
"Inuyasha, did you ever love me?" That was the question Miharu Uzamaki-Black was asking her betrothed. "Yeah, how could ya think any different?"
Miharu supposed it was time to tell him. The half-demon she didn't really love. She loved him because, of his looks. His silver dog ears atop his head that were soft like silk, his silver hair that flowed like gold, his bangs that covered his eyes half the time, his eyes that were a drunken amber, his tan skin. "Miharu, do YOU love ME?" The silver haired half-demon asked. "No." the answer was simple the meaning behind it was not. "Inuyasha I fell in love with you for the first month because of your looks, the second month was because of your eyes, and this month there was no love."
"How can you say that?" "easily"
"Miharu, why?"
"No Inuyasha don't! You were the one who left me! YOU told me that night that you dint love me! You said you fell madly in love with me because of looks! because of my eyes!"
Sasuke sat up quickly. For the past two months he had been having the exact same dream, a pretty girl named Miharu would break a man called Inuyasha's heart and then become delusional as to who broke who's heart.