"Gome-chan!" Shippo shouted, running at me and jumping into my awaiting arms. I giggled. "Nice to
see you, too, Shippo-chan," I sighed. "My, it's been so long! You look more like your mother now.
Last time I saw you, you looked more like..." I didn't finish the sentence. I looked up, while Shippo
got comfy in my arms. The Slayer and the lecher were gaping at us. The lecher was the first one to
speak. "I'm Miroku, this is Sango, and her cat demon-" "Kirara." I said. I started purring and mewing
to Kirara, greeting her in the Neko language, and saying it was great to see her again. She mewed
back, saying it was great to see me, too, and that Sango was really nice. I nodded. They were
gaping at me again. I shifted to my neko-hanyou form. "My father was a neko-kitsune youkai. My
grandma was a neko youkai, and my grandpa was a kitsune youkai. My mom was obviously a
human, and a miko, which is kinda strange, seeing as mikos are supposed to hate youkai. I met
Shippo and Kirara when I was 3. I saved Shippo from a spider demon, and Kirara almost got killed
by an eagle demon." I sniffed in again. The curse on Miroku's hand smelled faintly of Naraku. I growled.
That bastard killed my parents! I had killed him, though. I had heard him talking about Miroku's
grandfather and a kazaana. "So, Miroku, why does your hand smell faintly of a curse, and faintly of
Naraku?" I asked. "Kazaana," he said simply. I nodded. "Do you know if it's gone? Why don't you
look?" I knew it would be gone, because a curse like that could only be removed by the death of
the one who dealt the curse. He shrugged, took the rosary off his hand, and was surprised to see that
he didn't have the kazaana. "How?" he asked, looking up at me. "Naraku, he killed my parents.
Somehow, even though I was only 2, I killed him. Before I did, I heard him talking about your grandfather."
I explained. "Anybody want to eat?" I asked. They nodded as Inuyasha sat down.